#the pigeon is beeker and beeker is the pigeon

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

The last six or so months of my life, in live action, folks 🤣. But it's okay, because I'm picking up the pieces and soldiering on! (And come on, Beeker is adorable).

Today has gone precisely like Beeker the Muppet attempting ODE TO JOY.

[messers-moony]

Devotion: Chapter Thirteen | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader (Series)

Summary: In which the Hargreeves siblings come together to stop the end of the world. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Umbrella Academy. All rights go to the creators of the show, the comics and everyone in between. Gifs used in these chapters are NOT mine and are/were found on Pinterest. 

Warnings: Cursing, Sex, Nudity, Violence, Gore, Alcohol, Drugs, Smoking, Intense Scenes, and Abuse (if I missed any let me know)

—Assassination & Assault

❝You sound like a lunatic.❞

They walked on the dark Dallas streets together. Five was going to spatial jump, but Y/n had stopped him. She wanted some time outside after being enclosed for so long. The humidity made her hair frizzy, and her hands were sweating, but she didn’t care. She was outside, and it was beautiful. 

Five was watching her. He had let go of her hand to allow her to roam freely. She twirled on the sidewalk and skipped around. It was amusing to watch her so happy to be outside. People were giving them strange looks, but neither of them cared. They were just comfortable being with each other again. 

Five saw the apartment come into view and watched her run-up to the door. Y/n held the door open, and he chuckled before walking through it. They both walked up the stairs and made it into the apartment. Y/n smiled happily as Five opened the door to the familiar kitchen. 

The sun was rising, and an adult male was in the kitchen making coffee. Y/n dropped her smile and stared at him. Five placed a hand on her shoulder, “Elliott, this is Y/n.”

He turned to her, and his hair was dusty brown. His eyes were ocean blue, and he seemed lanky. His shirt was a weird patterned button-down, and his pants were khakis, “You’re arrival number five.”

She tilted her head at him and held a hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” He shook her hand with a smile. 

Elliott began making a bowl of cereal, and Five went into the loft. Y/n began opening different cabinets to try and find a mug. Eventually, she found a shelf full of them. She waved her hand, and a sky blue mug floated to her. Y/n grabbed the handle with her left hand and waved her right. 

He watched in awe as the coffee pot flew smoothly to her right hand. Y/n poured the coffee into the mug and placed the coffee pot on the counter. She walked into the loft with Five to see him looking at the pictures on the corkboard. Elliott wasn’t too far behind with his bowl of cereal. 

“Elliott,” Five called, “Did you develop these photos yourself?”

“Of course.” Elliott said, “Can't exactly drop that stuff off at the neighborhood Fotomat. Government has eyes everywhere.”

Y/n took a sip of her coffee, watching them interact. She was sitting in the corner to the left near the radio, listening to both people. She furrowed her eyebrows, coffee nestled in her hands, “My apologies, but I don’t happen to see a dark room.”

“Yeah, I converted the hallway closet.” She nodded her head.

Y/n watched Five pull a yellow box from his pocket. He looked around and found a pen to scribble something out. Y/n put her knees beneath her chin and warmed her hands with the mug in front of her face. She took another sip and continued to look around. She found another corkboard. 

She stood up and walked toward it while the two boys were talking. The corkboard had photos of the newer arrivals. There were pictures of Vanya and Five. The image of Five was clear and the only one in color. He was looking directly at the camera. His brown hair was obscuring some of his face. Y/n put the mug down and untacked the photo before placing it in her pocket. 

Y/n turned around and sat at the desk chair, taking another sip of her coffee. She was listening to Elliott rant, “Well, I mean, I'm running low on acetic acid. Beeker's Cameras is open today, but it's two miles away. I mean, I'd have to take the bus. On the other hand, Gibson's is only ten blocks away, but I gotta cut through the park, and there's pigeons-“

“Elliott.”

“It's like five, maybe six hours.”

She had just finished her coffee when the radio began talking again, “Attention, all units. We have a code 3-15 at the Holbrook Sanitarium.”

Y/n sighed and held up her hand, moving the mug to the sink in the kitchen. She heard it clatter safely in the basin and tucked her hair behind her ears. Five looked confused, “The hell is a code 3-15?”

“Mmm, fugitives on the run.”

“Fugitives on the run.”

Y/n and Five both got closer to the radio, “Twenty-five patients still at large. Many are considered armed and dangerous.”

“Oh, Diego.”

“Oh, shit!” Y/n exclaimed, “Diego!”

“Oh, who's Diego?”

Five snickered, “Imagine Batman, then aim lower.”

“You get started on that film.” Five said, “We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

Y/n sprinted through the loft and the apartment door. Her shoes made echoy clicking noises through the stairwell, and Five had trouble keeping up with her. She kept running and didn’t stop. The sun made her sweat, and her hair was sticking to her forehead. 

She was blocks away from the apartment when Five spatial jumped in front of her, “Y/n.”

“Fuck,” She jumped, “Don’t scare me like that, you fucking dipshit.”

He chuckled, “You were in such a hurry you forgot I can spatial jump.”

“You know, sometimes,” Y/n began, “I really don’t like you.”

“You’ve never really liked me, though,” Five said, “Have you?”

Y/n took his hand in hers, “Enough chit-chat let’s go find Diego.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

They were both encased in blue. Y/n let a chill run over her body from the electricity and took in her surroundings. Five had put them near an office building made of brick near downtown Dallas. Five was looking around too. Y/n saw a black car. She gaped at it for a second. Diego had long hair and was in the car with some lady. 

“Right there, Five.” Y/n pointed at the black car. 

Five kissed her cheek, “You are extraordinary.”

He took her hand in his and spatial jumped them into the car. Y/n’s cheek was burning, and she was in shock. They were in the backseat of the vehicle. Y/n was sitting behind Diego, and Five was seated on her left. She had to admit, Diego looked good with long hair.

“Then why are you doing this?” Y/n perked at the British accent.

“Because he is an idiot.”

Y/n watched the woman jump in surprise. She chuckled. Five loved making an entrance. The woman stared at Y/n and Five. Diego barely flinched and turned around to see Five behind him, “Who the hell are you?”

“Hi.” Five smiled and waved, “I’m his loving brother.”

“And you?” She looked at Y/n. 

Y/n tilted her head at the woman but didn’t say anything. Diego growled, “Who left me to rot in the nuthouse.”

“To protect you from yourself.” Five replied. 

“That's quite sweet.”

Y/n continued to look at her. She had brown skin and shoulder-length brown hair with caramel highlights. She had a white turtle neck and some dress on top. Her eyes were dark brown. The fringe in her hair was uneven, and Y/n swore she remembered those eyes from somewhere. 

“Okay, both of you, out.” Diego stared at the woman and Five.

Five leaned forward, “Lose the crazy lady and come with us. We have important business.”

“I am not going anywhere with you.”

“Okay, fine.”

Y/n watched Five observe the window before smirking a little. He scooted toward the open window, “Officer!”

Diego grabbed Five’s collar hastily. Y/n shoved herself against her car door, “Hey! What are you doing?”

“I hear there's a reward out for you two.” He smirked. 

“He's bluffing.”

Y/n scoffed, “Trust me when I say he isn’t.”

Y/n watched both men stare at each other. She found herself hypnotized at Five’s side profile. His jawline was sharp, and his skin was flawless. His nose was perfectly sloped and maybe a tad off-center from a mission. His eyes were the best shade of dull emerald. 

“He's not.”

Diego looked at Y/n up and down. She put her head down, looking at her lap, “Fine. I'll go with you, but only for her.”

Five smiled, and Y/n looked into Diego’s eyes. She saw the regret in his eyes. The cut on her cheek was proof enough that she had been through hell the past seventy-five days, “What about me?”

“And I'm bringing the crazy lady.”

Y/n sighed, “What’s your name, then?”

“Lila Pitts.”

Five had him and Lila switch places in the car. Lila sat beside Y/n, and Five began driving to Elliott’s apartment. Y/n grabbed the seatbelt and clicked it into the buckle. She didn’t look at Lila and looked out her window the entire drive. It was quiet. 

Y/n could see Five’s concern on his face from her lack of speaking, and she could only assume Diego had the same look on his. She heard something, and then something tapping her leg. It was the woman next to her, and Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. 

Then she saw Diego offering her a knife from the front seat. Y/n smiled and took the knife from him. She twisted it in her hands. It took about thirty minutes before they were outside the apartment. Five parked the car at the main entrance, and they all exited the vehicle.

Y/n put the knife in the other pocket of her pants before embracing Diego from behind. Her arms went around his torso, and he turned around so he could put his arms around her shoulders. One of his hands was on her back, the other in her hair—Hers around his neck. 

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too, sis.”

They parted, and Y/n smiled. Y/n walked to the door on the main street. She hadn’t seen the bottom of the loft before. It was almost empty except for some televisions in the center of the room and on the sides. The walls were primarily white. There were two staircases on either side leading up to the loft. 

Five and Y/n climbed up the right side. When they got to the main loft, Elliott was holding a shotgun in their direction, and Y/n sighed, “For fucks sake.”

“Where did you get the film?” Elliott asked, “‘The Frankel Footage.’ The truth this time.”

Diego and Lila had climbed up the other set of stairs, “You two know this lunatic?”

“New acquaintance.” Five shrugged, “He's harmless.”

Lila looked concerned, “Are you sure about that?”

“Are you, or are you not an enemy of the people?”

“Such an open-ended question, yeah.“ 

“Really depends on the people.“

“I do what I’ve gotta do.“ 

Y/n chuckled lightly at their overlapping voices, “You move one more muscle. I will blow your brains out.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Y/n,” Five warned, “Don’t tease.”

She laughed. Diego turned to Five, “You want to take this, or should I?”

“No, we’ve got him.”

“Hey, Lila…”

Five spatial jumped forward and moved the barrel to the ceiling. Elliott clicked the trigger, but the bullet went through the roof, and Y/n grabbed the shotgun. She clicked the round from the gun, and it fell to the floor. Y/n threw the gun onto the sofa.

“What the hell just happened?”

Y/n sighed. Five walked away. Diego grabbed Elliott and brought him to a chair. Lila began tying him to it. Y/n sat on the couch opposite the gun. She pulled the knife from her pocket and began twirling it in her fingertips. She heard clattering around the apartment and continued to lie on the couch. 

She was beginning to get tired from running around all day. Her eyes fell, and the knife lay on her stomach, “Y/n?”

“Yeah?” Y/n rubbed her eyes and saw Five standing in the archway to the kitchen.

“I found the film and a projector,” He continued, “I figured you’d wanna see it too.”

Five walked toward her and held out a hand. She took it, and Five wrapped both arms around her. She tensed at the affection but melted into his embrace. Her arms went around his torso, and his were around her shoulders, “I know you’re tired. Once we solve this, you can sleep.”

“Thank you.”

They pulled apart, and Five took her hand in his. They walked into the kitchen, and Y/n found the screen in the archway. She jumped and grabbed onto the handle. It pulled down quickly, and Five placed the film into the projector. Lila had rolled Elliott’s chair out to the kitchen and began painting his nails. 

Five stood beside the projector, and Diego hopped onto a counter. Y/n hopped up beside him and leaned her head on his shoulder. The video was grainy, and Y/n cringed at the old quality. She still wasn’t used to being in the sixties yet, “Is it on?”

“I don't know.”

Y/n watched the two seniors trying to figure out the camera, “What do you mean? There's an "on" button.”

“Just-There's something over- that jigga-ma-thing, whatever.”

“I hit the jigga-ma-thing.”

“Okay, well, just- Give it to me. I know how to do this.”

The man was rushing, “All right, here. Here. Hurry up.”

“Okay, all right, let's see….”

“They're so cute. I love old couples.” Lila interjected, “I'm always so proud of them for not murdering each other.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes, “You know what I love? Peace and quiet.”

“Why are we watching this?”

“Shh,” Y/n said, moving her head further into his shoulder. 

The recording began talking again, “Yeah, I... I'm Dan Frankel. And…”

“I'm Edna Frankel.”

“We are in Dallas, Texas, to see the president. Today's date is November 22, 1963.” Dan said. 

“Well, that's six days from now,” Lila said.

Diego moved forward, and Y/n’s head hit a cabinet, making her groan, “Holy shit. This is it.”

“The grassy knoll. Kennedy's about to get shot.”

“Stop moving.” Y/n was falling asleep on Diego’s shoulder, but he continued moving, “How do you have this?”

“Hazel died to get me this footage.” Five said, “It must be the key to stopping doomsday.”

“Hazel?”

“Long story.”

“What's doomsday?”

Y/n was ready to murder everyone in the room, “Longer story.”

“What exactly did he say to you?”

“Well, he was killed before he could explain.”

“That’s always nice.” Five saw Y/n staring at him innocently, “But whatever he wanted us to see, it's on this film.”

The man on the recording began talking again, “This is very exciting.”

Gunshots echoed through the projector speakers, and Y/n snickered, “Is it still exciting?”

“Oswald,” Diego stated.

Y/n watched the people in the video panick. They were running everywhere and anywhere. Citizens were crying out about the president. In the background, Y/n saw something else unique. She saw a figure holding a black umbrella in the middle of a sunny day. 

“Oh, no.”

Y/n watched Five rewind the footage and then paused it. He moved the cart backward to zoom out the image, and Y/n hopped off the counter. Diego followed closely behind her. They all moved closer to the screen to get a better look. She sighed and took the figure’s entire stance. It was male, and he wore the same clothes she had seen many times before. 

“This can't be.”

“Okay, you gonna fill me in now?” Lila queried, “What the hell is this shit we're watching?”

“No, that's impossible,” Diego said.

Y/n shook her head, “Obviously not.”

“What... What is it?” Elliott’s voice was muffled. 

“Dad.” Y/n heard herself, Diego, and Five say while staring at the figure on the projector.

Five took steps away from the screen and began pacing behind the projector. Y/n sighed and watched Diego lean on the archway Five was pacing near. She started biting her cheek. Five was obviously not happy with the outcome of the footage. His face was scrunched, and Y/n could see him scratching the back of his neck. 

Y/n’s body was obscured from the light in the projector, but her shadow was visible on the screen. She watched Diego pull out a knife and toss it in his hands, “Of course, Dad would be involved in the assassination. I should've known.”

“No,” Five retorted, “You're jumping to conclusions.”

“What else is he doing standing on the grassy knoll, holding an open black umbrella on a sunny day in Dallas at the exact same moment the president gets shot?”

“It doesn't look good,” Five replied, “I admit.”

Diego scoffed, “No, he's the signalman for the whole goddamn thing.”

“Easy, Diego.”

Y/n sighed, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“No, it makes sense.” Diego said, “This is what Hazel was obviously trying to tell you. We have to stop Dad from killing the president.”

“Diego, stop it.” Y/n scolded, “You sound like a lunatic.”

“Dad was no Boy Scout, but presidential assassination?” Five asked rhetorically, “It's never been his thing.”

“How would you know?” Diego sneered, “You skipped out on his golden years.”

“Skipped out?” Five looked appalled, “You think I had it easy, Diego? I was alone for 45 years.”

Y/n walked into the loft. She sighed before looking around the living area. She walked over to the bookcase on the wall and began reading the spines. Nothing seemed helpful. She walked to the office side and scoured through Elliott’s desk. When she opened a drawer, she saw a thick book, ‘Greater Dallas and Nearby Points Telephone Directory’.

Y/n smiled to herself, “Hey, dumb and dumber. I found your solution.”

She held up the book as Diego and Five turned to her. Her shoes clicked across the tile as she walked into the kitchen. The book hit the table with a loud bang, and Diego opened it immediately, “Let's start simple. His name.”

Y/n looked over Diego’s shoulder to glimpse the tiny print as he murmured the last name. Diego cursed when he found nothing, “Shit, nothing here.”

“Try his company,” Five said, “D.S. Umbrella Manufacturing Co.”

Diego rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I know the name.”

He flipped through the pages again. Y/n squinted her eyes to see the bolded print. She was about to read the left side when she caught the name, “Holy shit.”

She pointed at the name, “‘D.S. Umbrella. Eighty-two Olive.’”

“Let's go.”

Y/n waved her hand, and the book closed softly. Diego pulled the screen for the projector back into the archway, and Y/n followed them, “He okay to leave here like that?”

“Yeah, he's fine.” Five shrugged, “What about the girl?”

“Shit.”

Y/n watched Diego walk off. She took small steps to the railing down to the main floor. She could hear Five’s steps behind her and saw him lean his back against the metal railing. His arms were crossed, and his eyes were staring at her side profile. Y/n tucked her hair behind her ears.

“You’ve been uncharacteristically nonverbal,” Five stated, “Any reason as to why?”

She tapped her fingers against the cold metal, “I don’t trust Lila.”

“Neither do I.” Five replied, “But you’re still never this quiet.”

“Something about her is familiar.” Y/n turned to him, “I’ve met her before, but I can’t remember where or how.”

Five smiled softly, “I’m sure it’ll come to you. It always does.”

“I suppose,” Y/n sighed, “It’s just driving me crazy.”

“I can see why,” Five looked straight in front of himself, “You’ve always been to remember everything, and the moment you can’t, it makes you crazy.”

“Yeah,” She swallowed.

They heard footsteps not too long after, “Come on.”

Diego began down the stairs, and Y/n followed close behind. Their shoes made satisfying clicking noises, and Five closed the door behind them. The hinge clicked into the lock, and Y/n followed Diego to the car. The sky was dark and glittered. Y/n wondered if she could ever see a real aurora borealis. She’d seen them in her dreams and somewhere else, she couldn’t remember. 

She opened the backseat and sat inside. Y/n grabbed the seatbelt to her left and buckled it in. It made a clicking noise, and she sighed. Diego turned the ignition, and the car rumbled. She could feel the vibration in the car seat. It wasn’t an uncomfortable car. It had a light leather interior and a light rug for the flooring. 

“Y/n,” Five called.

She looked up. He was turned around, and something was in his hands. It was tiny and looked like a black ring of some kind, “I found it in Elliott’s room looking for the film. I thought it could help your mind occupied.”

Y/n took the ring and realized it was a black hair tie. It was thoughtful. It was no Rubik cube, but it would work for their time in the sixties, “Thank you, Five.”

He turned around in his seat, and Y/n smiled at the hair tie between her fingers. She twisted it between her fingers and allowed it to fling safely. She only looked up occasionally to see the street lights or darkness around them. 

The manufacturing company wasn’t too far from Elliott’s. It was only a fifteen-minute drive. However, the surrounding area was completely dark and vacant. Y/n tilted her head at the darkness. She looked through the window at the stars and smiled at them. It was so dark that the constellations were almost prominent. 

The car jerked softly, and the key was pulled from the ignition. It kicked Y/n from her gaze, and she slid the hair tie around her wrist. Y/n heard the doors click unlock and opened her door. The humid air and coolness of the night slid against her visible skin. She shivered slightly before closing the car door behind her. 

“This is it.”

Y/n walked across the asphalt to the front of the building. There was a narrow sidewalk to the glass entrance. Diego and Five stood behind her on either side, “‘D.S. Umbrella.’ This is it.”

Diego began walking toward the doors. Y/n watched Five hesitate, moving closer to the building. His hands were in his pockets, and his eyes narrowed at the facility. She tilted her head at him. Five shook his head slightly before looking down at his feet. 

Y/n walked toward Diego and leaned against the white pillar. Most of the building was hospital white, and it made her cringe. The last time she was at a hospital was when Vanya had almost killed Allison. Y/n shivered, and Diego gave her a questionable look. She shrugged and motioned toward Five. Diego turned around to see Five staring at the ground.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” Five said, “Just….”

Y/n saw Five snap back into his body. He started walking toward the other side of the doors, and Diego pulled a knife from his belt, “How long's it been since you've seen the old man?”

“Forty-five years.”

“That's a trip.”

Five sighed, “No kidding.”

Y/n tucked her hair behind her ears and watched Diego kneel on the sidewalk. His hand was trying to fiddle his blade into the lock. Five placed his left shoulder against the pillar and leaned his weight against it, “You know, when I was stuck out there in the apocalypse, there wasn't a day that went by where I didn't hear his voice in my head.”

“What was he saying?” Y/n asked. 

“‘I told you so.’” Five said.

Diego scoffed, “Well, if Dad's here, he's never met you before, so he can't say ‘I told you so.’”

“I'm sure he'll find a way.” Five shrugged. 

Five sighed. Y/n was still watching Diego attempt to pick the lock when she saw blue in front of her. She looked up to see Five gone. Instead, he was behind the glass clicking open the lock. The door swung open, and Five held it open for her and Diego. 

“Right.” Diego said, standing back up, “Gotta remember that.”

Y/n followed him, and the door closed behind her. The room was dark, but it seemed to be a pale yellow color. Y/n heard a click and turned to see Five turning on a lamp. It turned on for a second before it flickered off. She sighed. There were cushioned chairs with a table and a light on top. There was a door on the left and right sides of the room on the far walls. 

“Shit.” Five cursed. 

Diego shrugged, “Guess Dad wasn't much for home decor.”

Five punched a pillow on a cushioned chair, and dust flew. Y/n coughed softly, “Feels more like a front.”

“A front for what?”

“Not quite sure.”

“Well, I'll take the left,” Diego said, opening the left door, “Yell if you, uh... get in trouble.”

Y/n sighed. She watched Diego go through the door, closing with a soft click. Five walked toward the door on the right. He turned the knob, and it clicked open, “Well, Y/n, looks like we’re paired together again.”

She scoffed and walked through the door he was holding open. The door shut behind them, and the hallway didn’t seem long. It had four doors, two on each side before parting into something else. Y/n walked toward the door on the left and tried to open it, but the room was locked. She heard a click and saw Five opening the door on the right. 

He motioned for her to follow. Y/n was behind him and flicked on the switch to the room. Inside was a painting across the back wall. It was of a small town, and cabinets were beneath it. There was a loveseat, and a small armchair with mannequins in eat spot. A lamp was on in the corner. 

“For fucks sake,” Y/n whispered, “Why can’t anyone ever be normal.”

Five turned to glare at her, “That includes you, Five with your mannequin Delores.”

He scoffed before walking into the room. To the left was another part of the room. It looked like a kitchen. There was a square white dining table with three chairs. On one side was a fabric booth. Three mannequins were sitting at the table. The room had a blue sky with clouds painted on the windows. Y/n saw a camera on a tripod, and Five looked through folders on a desk to the left. 

Y/n walked further into the room. To the right of the room were more cabinets. She opened one of them to find medical supplies. Inside were adhesive tape, gauze, super glue, elastic wrap bandages, masks, cotton, rubbing alcohol, peroxide, syringes, and IV bags. Most of the supplies were bought bulk, and Y/n’s eyes observed the valuable materials. 

She grabbed a box of gauze and tore it open. Inside were small packs of cloth. She took three of them and put them in the waistline of her pants. Y/n stood on her toes to grab some of the adhesive tape. She sighed before pulling at the neckline of her shirt and putting it in her bra. 

“Y/n.” Five called softly, and Y/n shut the cabinet. 

She turned to see Five holding up a folded piece of paper, “It’s an invitation to a gala.”

“Neat,” Y/n said. 

She watched him put the folded piece of paper back into his blazer. Then a metallic clattering echoed through the room, and Five’s hand instinctively jumped out before her. She tilted her head at him, and he put it back at his side, scratching his neck slightly. Y/n saw his cheeks faintly pink. 

Five began to walk toward the noise, and Y/n followed slowly behind him. She heard some form of chittering and a soft grunt. Then an animal was standing in front of them. It was a small brown chimpanzee wearing pajama pants. Y/n tilted her head. He was so tiny compared to when she had last seen him. 

“Hi.” Five whispered, “Pogo. Hey.”

Y/n watched him take more steps toward the chimp before kneeling to its height, “Five, please be careful.”

“It's all right, little buddy.” Five cooed at the hooting chimp.

She smiled softly, seeing Five be so gentle. He didn’t want to startle the young animal, and Y/n had never seen him be so sweet. It warmed her heart. Pogo took tiny steps toward Five, “Pogo. It's good to see you.”

Five went to touch the young chimp, and it panicked. Y/n watched the chimp grab Five’s neck and yelped in pain. The chimpanzee screeched as he ran away from them. Y/n saw Five fall onto the floor, and she heard glass shatter. She shook her head and knelt before Five. 

His hand was on the bleeding wound, “Diego!”

“Diego!” He was struggling to get up. 

“Five,” Y/n placed a hand on his shoulder, “Stop moving.”

Five sat on his calves, and Y/n was in front of him. She grabbed a package of gauze from her waistline and ripped it open. She sat up on her calve and tilted his chin toward her face. Y/n took his right hand from the wound and gently placed the folded gauze on the bleeding. Then she put his hand back onto his neck where the soft cotton was. 

“Where did you find those?” 

“This room while you were looking through papers.”

Y/n stood back up and offered Five her hand. He used his unoccupied hand to take hers. Y/n watched him rise to his full height, “Just until we can get back to Elliott’s, okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” Five breathed, “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

[fanoftheimagines]

The Frankel Footage

The Frankel Footage

Chapter 12 of What to Expect When You’re Expecting the End of the World

Pairings: Umbrella Academy & Number Eight!Reader

Reader Gender: Gender Neutral

CW: Anxiety, stabbing

Word Count: 3,767

Summary: (2x02) The Frankel Footage reveals some disturbing questions about the future.

Visions and the Frankel Footage are in italics.

A/N: This took me way too long to get done. But here it is! Finally!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Link: https://redhoodie.tumblr.com/post/625195639950737408/the-umbrella-academy-2x02-the-frankel

Five came back to the car in a rush. He looked frazzled and a bit upset. “Let’s go.” He said in a tone that didn’t leave anything up to debate. You didn’t say anything as you started the drive back home.

It was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke again. “Do they all blame me?” His voice was quiet and soft, guilty.

“Luther does, obviously. Diego maybe a bit. But Allison doesn’t from what I can tell.” You paused, sparing him a glance. “I don’t. You saved our lives. How could I?”

Five looked down at the yellow box in his hands. “Luther…” He started but immediately trailed off.

“Luther went through a lot in the last year. He was finally starting to settle. It’s not your fault.” You replied.

Five sighed and looked out the window. Silence filled the car for a few moments. Then, he raised the yellow box. “I need this developed. Hazel died getting it to me.”

You glanced at it. The importance of the object came off of it in waves. “Elliot can help. He has a darkroom.” Five nodded. “But in the morning. First, sleep.”

“We only have 10 days.” Five argued with a soft yet angry voice.

“Enough time to sleep.” You replied in a ‘that’s final’ tone. After that, Five didn’t argue and leaned against the passenger seat as you drove to your place. Lucky for you, you had a spare bed just for him.

The next morning, you took Five across the hall to Elliott’s. Five was examining the photos of your siblings. You sat on the adjacent couch, coffee in-hand. Elliott’s home blend held a special place in your heart.

“Elliott, did you develop these photos yourself?” He asked. His voice was surprisingly soft. He’d been speaking like that more often and it made your wonder if he was alright. Seeing your family die to another apocalypse wasn’t easy and it was only normal to feel the effects.

“Of course.” Elliott replied. He was standing just behind Five, eating cereal. “Can’t exactly drop that stuff off at the neighborhood Fotomat. Government has eyes everywhere.”

“I didn’t see a darkroom.”

“Yeah, I converted the hallway closet.” A loud squeal came from one of Elliott’s machines.

Five marked up the box with a pen before handing it to him. “Can you develop this?”

He hummed and turned from the squealing machine. He took the box and looked it over. “Huh. ‘Frankel Footage.’ Friends of yours?”

“Cousins on my robot mother’s side.” Five deadpanned. You snorted and tried not to laugh. “Can you do it or not?” His smile fell.

“Sure I can.”

“How long?”

“Well, I mean,” Elliott turned around and started walking, “I’m running low on acetic acid. Beeker’s Cameras is open today, but its two miles away. I mean, I’d have to take the bus. On the other hand, Gibson’s is only ten blocks away, but I gotta cut through the park, and there’s pigeons-”

“Elliott.” You interrupted his rambling. “How long?”

He spun around to look at Five. “It’s like five, maybe six hours.”

Suddenly, the radio squealed. You bolted up and set your coffee on the table. “Attention all units, we have a code 3-15 at the Holbrook Sanitarium.” The man said.

“Damnit, Diego.” You muttered as you walked over to the radio.

“The hell is a code 3-15?” Five asked.

“Mmm, fugitives on the run.” Elliott answered through his cereal.

You turned up the radio. Five leaned over your shoulder. “25 patients still at large. Many are considered armed and dangerous.” The radio continued.

“Oh, Diego.” Five whispered in anger.

“Oh, who’s Diego?” Elliott, who was now leaning down next to Five, asked.

“Imagine Batman, then aim lower.” He said, lowering his hand as he talked. The radio continued to chatter and Five walked away. “You get started on that film.” You walked after him and grabbed your keys off the table.

“I know where he’s at. We’ll be back as soon as we can, El!” You called out as you left.

You parked the car just out of view from Diego’s stolen car. It was parked in front of Lee Harvey Oswald’s place. You rolled your eyes and turned to Five.

“You want to talk some sense into him or shall I?” You asked, taking the keys from the ignition. From what you could see, Diego and the woman from the asylum were arguing in the front seat.

“I can flash us both in.” Five replied.

You leaned back in your seat and grabbed his hand. “Alright. Ready whenever you are.”

With a flash of blue electricity, you were in the back of Diego’s car.

“Then why are you doing this?” The woman asked.

“Because he is an idiot.” Five said. The woman jumped and spun around to look at you.

“Who the hell are you?” She asked.

“Hi.” Five waved. “I’m his loving brother.”

“And his loving sibling.” You added, smiling.

“Who left me to rot in the nuthouse,” Diego commented, glaring back at you.

“To protect you from yourself.” Five seethed.

“That’s quite sweet.” The woman said, looking at Five. An unsettling feeling settled in your stomach about the way she was looking at him.

“Okay, all of you, out.” Diego interrupted.

Five leaned in closer. “Lose the crazy lady and come with us. We have important business.”

Diego rolled his eyes, his whole body exuding annoyance. He looked forward. “I am not going anywhere with you.”

Five glanced at you, jaw tight. His eyes drifted out the window. A police officer was walking just across the street. You raised an eyebrow at him. Was he thinking what you were thinking?

“Okay, fine.” He subtly nodded.

So, you leaned closer to the window.

“Officer!” You yelled out.

“Hey!” Diego grabbed your shirt and pulled you away from the window. You turned. He was leaning over the front seat and was inches from your face. “What are you doing?”

You didn’t get a chance to respond before Five was interrupting. “I hear there’s a reward out for you two.”

“He’s bluffing.” The woman said.

Diego studied Five and you. Five held his jaw tight. It was a ‘don’t fuck with me’ face if you’ve ever seen one. “He’s not. Fine. I’ll go with you.”

“What about me?”

You ripped your arm out of Diego’s grasp and looked her over. Your gut, your powers, were telling you not to trust her. You weren’t quite sure why yet, but you were going to find out.

Diego glanced back at her. “And I’m bringing the crazy lady.”

“Fine.” You replied before Five could. If she was bad news, you wanted her close. Keep your enemies close and all that.

You followed Five, Lila, and Diego up the stairs to Elliot’s loft area. You were almost up the stairs when the familiar feeling of a vision pushed its way into your eyes.

The moonlight sky illuminated the mansion. Crickets chirped. A man walked toward the house. He was wearing a white coat with blue accents, white pants, and white shoes. His brown hair was long and he had a beard. The man looked tired, exhausted really. He was just glad to finally have a homely place to sleep away from the suffocating cult he’d left behind. The man, while incredibly changed, looked familiar. Klaus.

He grabbed a bird and broke the window. Then, he reached inside and turned the lock. He swayed as he walked inside. All the furniture was covered in white sheets. It was clear no one had lived there in some time. He walked into a room and pulled a sheet off the wall, revealing a painting of Klaus.

“No talky, no talky. Just sleepy time now.” Klaus said to air – no, Ben – and climbed onto a sofa. “Sleepy time.” He laid down and glanced up at the portrait. He sighed heavily and rolled over. “Piss off.”

A gunshot broke you from your vision roughly. It was as if someone dunked you in cold water. You gasped and blinked, Elliott’s place flooded your vision.

You rushed up the stairs to see Diego ripping a gun away from Elliott and debris raining down from the ceiling. “Um… What the hell?”

Five glanced at Elliott and with quick work from Diego, the round clattered to the floor. Lila had her hands up and seemed a bit freaked at what happened. She sputtered and laughed a bit before asking, “What the hell just happened?”

“Let me guess.” You said, walking into the room. You leaned into your powers. “Elliott watched the Frankel Footage and promptly freaked out, leading to him aiming a loaded gun at you at which Five and Diego disarmed him.”

Five and Diego looked at you with wide eyes. “H-How did you?” Diego asked.

You smirked. “Practice makes perfect after all and god knows I’ve had plenty of enough time for practice.” You turned and walked toward Elliott. “Now, Frankel Footage!”

You all gathered in Elliott’s kitchen. A screen hung in the doorway. Elliott was currently tied up in a chair because he kept freaking out. Poor guy. Diego sat on the counter. Five stood directly next to the projector. Lila sat in a chair next to him, painting Elliott’s toes. You were leaning on the countertop just behind them all.

The footage started.

“Is it on?” A woman asked. The picture was blurry.

“I don’t know.” Answered a man, presumably from behind the camera.

The woman came into focus. “What do you mean? There’s an ‘on’ button. Just… There’s something over… that jigga-ma-thing, whatever.” The camera lost focus and jostled around. Then, it came into focus on a building.

“I hit the jigga-ma-thing.”

“Okay, well, just… Give it to me. I know how to do this.”

“Alright, here. Here. Hurry up.”

“Okay, alright. Let’s see…” The couple continued to argue about the camera, the image continuing to focus in and out.

“They’re so cute.” Lila said. “I love old couples. I’m always so proud of them for not murdering each other.”

“Why are we watching this?” Diego groaned.

Five and you both shushed them, your eyes not leaving the screen.

The camera finally focused on the man. “Yeah, I… I’m Dan Frankel. And…”

“I’m Edna Frankel.” She said from off-camera.

“Edna Frankel. We are in Dallas, Texas to see the president.”

You sat up slightly. This was JFK’s assassination.

“Today’s date is November 22, 1963.” Dan continued.

“Well, that’s six days from now.” Lila commented.

“Holy shit. This is it.” Diego leaned forward, suddenly a lot more interested. “The grassy knoll. Kennedy’s about to get shot. How do you have this?”

Five glanced over. “Hazel died to get me this footage. It must be the key to stopping doomsday.”

“Hazel?”

“Long story.”

“What’s doomsday?” Lila asked.

“Longer story.”

“What exactly did he say to you?” Diego asked.

“Well, he was killed before he could explain. But whatever he wanted us to see, it’s on this film.”

“This is very exciting.” Dan said.

Pops – presumably gunshots - echoed. People started screaming. The camera fell, obstructed and blurry for a moment before righting again. The camera focused slightly. A man with an umbrella stood on the grassy knoll.

“Oh no.” Five exhaled before whirling the projector back. The whirling stopped and Five pulled the projector back. “It can’t be.” He walked toward it. Diego stood up. Your stomach dropped. Something didn’t feel right.

“Okay, you gonna fill me in now, boys? What the hell is this shit we’re watching?” Lila asked.

Diego and Five walked toward the screen. “No, that’s impossible.” Diego said.

“Clearly, it’s not.”

You had to admit, the grainy image did bear a striking resemblance to your father, but something told you it wasn’t him. That that wasn’t what Hazel wanted you to see. You stood up and rested your hand against the projector. With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and reached out to the future.

You were standing on the grassy knoll. The Frankels stood next to you, filming.

“This is very exciting.” Dan said. You looked over at where the president’s car was. It just turned. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the ground you were standing on and people’s screams were all you could hear.

You yanked your hand back from the projector with a gasp. You stumbled back and grasped onto the countertop. So it wasn’t a gunshot you’d heard in the footage. It was an explosion. But where did it come from? What caused it? It obviously caused doomsday. If Kennedy doesn’t die…

Lila was eyeing you strangely. You glared at her and looked back over to your brothers. Diego was sitting on the kitchen table. Five was pacing back and forth in front of the projected image of the Umbrella Man.

“Of course, Dad would be involved in the assassination. I should’ve known.” Diego said.

“No, you’re jumping to conclusions.” Five said, clearly trying to keep from panicking.

“What else is he doing standing on the grassy knoll,” He stood up, walked over to Five, and pointed at the image, “holding an open black umbrella on a sunny day in Dallas the exact same moment the president gets shot?” He yelled.

Five stopped pacing and looked at him wide-eyed. “It doesn’t look good, I admit.”

“No, he’s the signalman for the whole goddamn thing.” Diego jumped.

“Easy, Diego. Seriously.”

“No, it makes sense. This is what Hazel was obviously trying to tell you.” Diego continued. Five, and you, looked at him like he was losing it. “We have to stop Dad from killing the president.”

“What if the president didn’t get shot?” You asked.

Diego spun to look at you. “What?”

You shrugged. “I’m just saying. We don’t see the president actually get shot. And from what happens in the doomsday future, I’m starting to wonder if what’s supposed to happen actually happened.”

“Y/N, what are you saying?” Five asked.

You sighed and walked over to them. “We know the timeline changed, right? So what if this was what changed? Kennedy was supposed to die. He doesn’t, and somehow that leads to nuclear Armageddon.” You said. It made sense. More than Sir Reginald Hargreeves assassinating JFK, anyway.

“No, no, that doesn’t make any sense. I mean, you heard the gunshot!” Diego argued.

You rolled your eyes. “I heard a loud noise. We don’t know if it was a gunshot. It could’ve been an explosion.”

“That makes no sense.”

You rolled your eyes again and looked to Five for help. Five sighed and looked off, clearly in thought. “Even if you’re wrong and the president was assassinated, Dad didn’t have anything to do with it.” He finally looked up at Diego. “Dad was no Boy Scout, but presidential assassination? It’s never been his thing.”

“How would you know?” Diego shot back ruthlessly. “You skipped out on his golden years.”

“Skipped out?” Five’s eyebrows rose. Anger subtly played on his face. “You think I had it easy, Diego?” He stepped closer. “I was alone for 45 years.” He paused for a moment and the anger was reigned in. “You know what? We don’t have time for this right now.” He stepped back. “Dad’s clearly in Dallas, right? Let’s just go talk to him.” He started pacing again. “Maybe he can help us fix the timeline.”

“I’m strongly against this.” You said, but were promptly ignored.

“Dallas is a big place.” Diego said. “We need to find him first.”

“Gee,” Five leaned against the counter, “if only we had some magical, old-timey way of finding people and their addresses.”

You heavy sighed walked over to where Elliott kept his phonebook. You unceremoniously dropped the blue book on the table. It was clear that your brothers were being stupidly stubborn and ignoring the one person in the whole world who had any idea about the future.

“Let’s start simple. His name.” Five said as Diego started flipping through.

“Hargreeves… Hargreeves… Hargreeves…” Diego mumbled as he ran his finger down the line of names. “Shit, nothing here.”

“Try his company, D.S. Umbrella Manufacturing Co.”

Diego looked at him. “Yeah, I know the name.” He flipped some pages. “Thanks.” After a few seconds of flipping, he stopped. “Holy shit.” He pointed to a name. “D.S. Umbrella. 82 Olive Street.” He stood up. “Let’s go.”

You walked over and pulled up the projector screen. Diego and Five followed you. Elliott was grunting and trying to talk behind you. As much as you wanted to let him go, you couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t go to the authorities. Sure, he never really trusted the government and was paranoid as hell, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t accidentally put everything in danger.

“He okay to leave here like that?” Diego asked.

“Yeah, he’s fine. What about the girl?”

There was a pause and you turned around. Lila wasn’t there. “Shit.” Five sighed as Diego walked off to find her.

You walked over to Elliott. “Hey, El. I’m gonna be right back, okay? I promise I’ll explain everything when I get back, but I need you to sit tight and stay calm.” Elliott said something you couldn’t understand through his gag. “Okay. Great.”

You walked back over to Five. “Hey, after this, I’ve gotta go somewhere.”

Five raised an eyebrow. “Where?”

“Just a quick errand, promise.” 

Diego pulled the car up in front of Hargreeves’ office building. Night had fully settled in. A bad feeling settled in your stomach, one you were inclined to believe.

“This is it.” Five said, getting out of the car. Diego turned off the engine and the two of you followed Five.

“’D.S. Umbrella.’ This is it.”

You were half way to the door when Five stopped. You looked back at him. He was staring at the umbrella symbol on the building.

“Five? You okay?” You asked.

He glanced over at you and then back at the umbrella. “Yeah, fine.” He walked over to the door and shook out his hands. “Just…” He sighed.

Diego pulled out a knife and crouched down to the lock. “How long’s it been since you’ve seen the old man?”

“45 years.”

You watched Five carefully. It was going to be hard seeing your father again, for everyone, but especially Five.

“That’s a trip.”

“No kidding.” Five leaned against the wall next to the door. No one said anything for a moment. Diego started trying to pick the lock with his knife. “You know, when I was stuck out there in the apocalypse, there wasn’t a day that went by where I didn’t hear his voice in my head.”

“What was he saying?” You asked softly. Diego muttered and fell back.

“’I told you so.’” Five responded.

Diego scoffed and looked up at him. “Well, if Dad’s here, he’s never met you before, so he can’t say ‘I told you so.’”

“I’m sure he’ll find a way.” Five said sadly. Your heart felt heavy in your chest for a moment. Five glanced back at the door and the lock. Then, he spatial jumped inside and quickly unlocked it.

“Right.” Diego said. “Gotta remember that.” He cleared his throat and stood up.

“Thank you.” You said as you walked past Five.

The waiting area looked like it hadn’t been occupied in years. Five turned on a lamp. Almost immediately, the lamp turned off again.

“Shit.” Diego said. “Guess Dad wasn’t much for home décor.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s a front.”

“A front for what?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” Five mumbled, looking around.

“Well, I’ll take left.” Diego moved to open the left door. “Yell if you, uh… get in trouble.”

You sighed and followed Diego. “I’m coming with you.”

Diego and you split into different rooms to cover more ground. The office you walked into wasn’t much. In fact, it was completely covered in dust and full of fake things. It was strange, but it wasn’t too odd for your father.

A door slammed in the distance. You walked out of the room to see Diego walk toward the door at the end of the room and open it. Footsteps echoed down the hall when he opened it. Diego walked out of the room quickly, before you even had time to catch up.

You reached the door and the second you opened it, you gasped. Your vision didn’t turn like normal. Quick glimpses of the near future flashed before your eyes. The sickening sound of Diego getting stabbed made you sick to your stomach.

The second your vision came back to you, you took off running. Diego was nowhere to be seen. Your stomach dropped and you ran as fast as you could. Your instinct tugged you along. In your panic, you forgot about everything other than saving your brother.

You ran into a dimly lit area. The blue light flooding in illuminated where Diego lay. You rushed over.

“DIEGO!” You fell to your knees and instantly pressed on the stab wound in his stomach. He groaned weakly. “Stay with me, Di.” Blood flowed through your hands and pooled underneath him. You took a deep breath and lifted your hands up. Then, you snapped your fingers and time froze.

“Okay, I can do this.” You muttered to yourself. You grabbed Diego’s arm and put it over your shoulders, then slowly started to lift him off the ground. He remained frozen. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. With slower steps than preferable, you managed to get Diego to the entrance of the room.

A figure caught your attention. It was a woman, who was wearing a familiar outfit. Lila. She must have followed you. You sighed and clicked your fingers.

“Lila, come here and help me.” You yelled out, shifting your hold on Diego.

She came out with wide eyes. “What happened?”

“He was stabbed because he’s an idiot.” You replied. “Now can you please help me get him back to the car?”

She nodded and ran over to you. She quickly supported Diego’s other side.

It was quite the struggle to get Diego into Lila’s stolen car. When you finally got him inside the car, you gestured for Lila to get in the back with him. “Put pressure on his wound. I need to start time again to drive.”

She did as you said and you climbed into the driver’s seat. With the snap of your fingers, time restarted. You started the car. A soft groan came from Diego. You had to get back to Elliott’s ASAP. Your plans to see Klaus were officially on the backburner.

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The Umbrella Academy Season 2

Since the second season of The Umbrella Academy is now on Netflix, I have decided to continue my fan fic. The reader is a member of the Umbrella Academy (#8) her powers allow her to become a human fire. Again this is a continuation of the 1st season’s fan fic. based on your perspective.

Season 2 Episode 2: “The Frankel Footage”

Suddenly five appears, he looks at you and smiles. “nice outfit, you look really pretty” he says as you twirl around. So did you get Diego?” you ask him noticing Diego isn’t with him. “no Diego’s a lost cause” he says as he ignores your question and looks at the pictures on the wall. “Elliot did you develop these photos yourself?” he asks. “of course, you cant exactly drop that stuff off at the neighborhood photo mat, the government has eyes everywhere.” says Elliot as he is eating. “I didn’t see a dark room?” asks Five confused. “ah yeah I converted the hallway closet” says Elliot. “can you develop this?” asks Five as he is handing Elliot a small orange box. “Frankel footage, friends of yours?” asks Elliot as he is looking at the box. “cousins on my robot mother’s side, can you do it or not?” he asks. “sure i can” says Elliot. “how long?” asks Five “well, I mean I’m running low on acidic acid, and Beekers cameras is open today but it’s two miles away, and i’ll have to take the bus, in the other hand Gibson’s is only 10 blocks away but I gotta cut through the park and there is this other breed of pigeons” says Elliot lost in his own thoughts. “Elliot?” you question. “it’s like five or six hours” he says noticing that Five is losing patience. Suddenly the police radio begins to play. “what the hell is a code 315?” asks Five confused. “hmm, fugitives on the run” says Elliot with a mouth full of food. You quickly get up from the couch as Five is turning up the volume on the police scanner. “oh Diego” says Five disappointed. “who’s Diego?” asks Elliot. “Imagine Batman but aim lower, you get started on that film we will be back as soon as we can, ready?” he asks you and you nod following him out.

He zaps you both inside a car with a Diego and a women. “Then why are you doing this?” she asks him. “because he is an idiot” says Five sounding pissed. “who the hell are you?” asks the women shocked to see you both in the back seat. “Hi I’m his loving brother” says Five with a smirk. “who left me to rot in a nut house” says Diego finally turning around to see you two his expression quickly changed once his eyes meet yours. “to protect you from yourself” adds Five. “that’s quite sweet” says the lady as she looks at Five. “okay everyone out” says Diego offended. “lose the crazy lady, and come with us we have important business” you say to Diego. “I am not going anywhere with you” says Diego looking at Five. “okay fine” says Five as he spots a police officer, he gets his face out the window and calls for the officer. “hey, what are you doing?” says Diego pulling Five back into the car. “I hear there is a reward out for you two.” says Five threatening Diego. “hes bluffing” says the girl as Him and Five are having a stare down. “he’s not, fine ill go with you” says Diego finally giving into his demands. “what about me?” asks the girl. “And I’m bringing the crazy lady” adds Diego looking at you and Five. You look at Five uneasy about bringing the lady along with us. You could tell he wasn’t thrilled with it either.

Once we are back at Elliot’s place, Elliot approaches us with a rifle. “where did you get the film? the Frankel footage? the truth this time” he asks while he is slowly walking towards us. “Do you know this lunatic?” asks Diego while looking at Elliot. “an acquaintance he’s harmless” says Five. “are you sure about that?” asks the girl looking at Elliot a bit scared. “Are you or are you not an enemy of the people?” asks Elliot while holding the gun at you four. Diego and Five begin to sarcastically answers the question. “You move one more muscle and I will blow your brains out” threatens Elliot. “You wanna take this or should I?” Diego asks Five. “No i got him.” says Five. “to late” you say as you’ve already taken the gun from Elliot and tossing it to Diego, he quickly takes the gun apart. “what the hell just happened?” asks the girl confused. Five ties him up and sits him on a chair as you all gather around to see the footage that Elliot had developed. The video was of an old married couple. “They are so cute I love old couples I’m so proud of them for not murdering each other” she says as she is painting Elliot’s toe nails a gross green you simply roll your eyes at her comment. “ why are we watching this?” asks Diego bored. “ssh” says Five, eyes glued to the video. The old man on the video begins to talk into the camera. “I’m Dan Frankel and we are in Dallas Texas to see the president, today’s date is November 22nd 1963″ says the older man. “That’s six days from now” says the girl as she looks at the video confused. “holy shit this is it, the Grassy Noll, Kennedy is about to get shot, how do you have this?” asks Diego suspiciously. “Hazel died to get me this footage, must be the key to stopping dooms day” says Five. “wait Hazel died?” you asks him confused. “long story” says Five not wanting to go into details. “what is dooms day?” asks the girl. “longer story” says Five again not wanting to go into details. “What exactly did he say to you?” questions Diego. “Well he was killed before he could explain, but whatever he wanted us to see, is on this film.” says Five as he is still looking at the video. “Oswald” says Diego as the gunshots are heard from the film. “wait go back” you instruct Five as you spot a familiar figure on the screen. Five does as instructed. “ This can’t be” says five as moves towards the screen. “are you going to fill me in now boys, what the hell is this shit we are watching?” asks the girl paranoid by the video. You Five and Diego move closer to the screen to take a better look at the man with the black umbrella. “that’s impossible” says Diego. “clearly it’s not” says Five equally as surprised. “who is it?” says Elliot through the gag. “dad” you three say in unison.

“I’ll be the first to admit this doesn’t look good” you say as Five is pacing back and forth. “of course dad was involved in the assassination, I should’ve known” says Diego to himself. “ah no your jumping to conclusions.” says Five “Then what the hell else he do standing in the grassy noll, holding an open back umbrella, on a sunny day in Dallas the exact same moment the president gets shot” says Diego a bit hostile. “it doesn’t look good, I admit” says Five trying to calm Diego down. “ No, he’s the signalman for the whole goddamn thing” says Diego sounding like a crazy conspiracy theory fanatic. “easy Diego, seriously” says Five trying to put a stop to this nonsense. “no it all makes sense, this is what Hazel was obviously trying to tell you. We have to stop dad from killing the president” says Diego with wide eyes. “ah Diego calm down” you say rolling your eyes at his comment. “Alright, Dad was no boy scout but presidential assassination? It’s never been his thing” adds Five. “how would you know? how would any of you know? You both skipped out on his golden years.” says Diego. You stand up knowing exactly where this was headed. skipped out? You think I had it easy Diego? I was alone for 45 years.” says Five angrily. “ you know what we don’t have time for this right now can you two cool it?” you say standing in between them both. Five steps back while saying, “dads clearly in Dallas right? let’s just go talk to him, maybe he can help us fix the time line.” he suggest. “Dallas is a big place, we need to find him first” says Diego. “Gee, if only we had some magical, old timey way of finding people and their addresses. “ah phone book” you say as you place the phone book on the table for them to look through. Diego lightly shoves you out of the way. “let’s start simple, his name.” says Five as Diego is looking through the book. “Hargreeves, Hargreeves, Hargreeves” he whispers while looking. “shit nothing here” he says coming up empty. “Try his company, D.S. Umbrella Manufacturing Co.” suggest Five while looking over Diego’s shoulder. “Yeah I know the name.. thanks” says Diego sarcastically as he flips the pages of the phone book. “holy shit, D.S Umbrella, 82 Olive lets go” says Diego once he’s found the address.

“He okay to leave here like that?” questions Diego. “yeah he’s fine, what about the girl?” asks Five in return. “shit” says Diego realizing the girl is missing. “couldn’t we just leave her somewhere?” you ask but Diego ignores your comment and leaves to look for her. Once he comes back the three of you make your way towards your father’s company building. “Alright this is it” says Five once you arrive. “D.S Umbrella, this is it” says Diego looking around. “lets go” you say as you begin to walk up to the door. They follow closely behind, when suddenly five stops. “you okay?” asks Diego. “yeah fine, just..” says Five with a sigh he looked nervous to say the least. “ How long has it been since you’ve seen the old man?” asks Diego noticing the hesitation from Five. “45 years” says Five. “That’s a trip” says Diego as he begins to pick the lock on the door. “no kidding... you know when I was stuck out there in the apocalypse, there wasn’t a day that went by where I didn’t hear his voice in my head.” says Five. “What was he saying?” you ask curious to hear his answer. “I told you so” says Five. “Well, if dad’s here, hes never met you before, so he can’t say I told you so” adds Diego trying to console Five. “I’m sure he’ll find a way.” says Five before zapping into the other side of the door and unlocking it for us. “right, gotta remember that” says Diego a bit annoyed. “okay just go” you say shoving him inside the building. Once inside you begin to walk through the dark hallways until you come across a little lobby/ waiting room. Five turns on the a lamp that unfortunately turns off almost immediately, “shit” says Five. “Guess dad wasn’t much for home decor” adds Diego. “feels more like a front” says Five as he punches a couch. “a front for what exactly?” you question looking around. “I don’t know.” says Five concerned. “well I’ll take the left, yell if you uh get in trouble” says Diego before leaving you and Five alone. Five opens the door on the right side and allows you to walk inside first. You walk in trying to open various doors until you both come across a room filled with mannequins. You look at five for some sort of answer. “what is he up to?” he asks himself, when the lights suddenly turn off. “Not good” you say worried. You both continue onto another room. Five begins to look through the files on the table. Five finds an envelope. “What’s that?” you ask curiously. “It’s an invitation to a gala.” he answers as he shoves it inside his coat pocket. You both suddenly hear clattering behind you, “shit what’s that?” you ask as you prepare for anything.Five begins to walk towards the sound. Out of the darkness a cute little baby Pogo comes into view. “Pogo?” you hear five question as he approaches the little chimp. “Pogo it’s good to see you” says Five as he is about to pet Pogo, the chimp becomes hostile and scratches Five’s neck before jumping out the window into the dark city streets. “ Five, bro you okay?” you ask him worried. “Diego!” yells Five as you help him up from the ground. “Diego!” you call out as well worried for Five as blood gushes down his neck.