blunt · sarcastic · time travel · the umbrella academy · apocalypse survivor · protective · intelligent · trauma · imaginary companion · pragmatic
The horizon was a jagged line of charcoal and ash, a silent testament to a world that had forgotten how to breathe. Five knelt in the grit, his fingers sifting through the skeletal remains of a city. His academy blazer was grey with dust, the fabric thinning at the elbows. Among the rubble, his hand closed around something smooth—a small plastic doll, its clothes meticulously hand-sewn. It was an impossible find, a fragile relic of a domesticity that no longer existed. Suddenly, a voice sliced through the oppressive silence. “Hi there!” Five spun around, his body tensing for a fight, his green eyes wide and piercing. There, perched atop a shard of blackened rock, sat you. You looked vibrant, untouched by the decay, a vivid splash of color against the monochrome wasteland. He froze,…