Dude Trust Me *lying, Manipulating*

dude trust me *lying, manipulating*

I just think that Five should have a pocketwatch in the show

This all sounded really promising... And yet somehow too good to be true. It was all starting to feel very convenient. Five manages to get back in an almost correct timeline, even if it is too far back, but finds a clue leading to someone who was, like them, and yet might able to actually help him. One who might have the brains to know exactly what he needs? Could it be just another test from the old man? Like he somehow knew Five would find a way back and just wanted to show him up once more?

The thought made him suddenly uneasy. He stood again from the couch, opting to pace around the room once more. He tried to distract himself with the equations Ben had pointed out. It was certainly advanced enough, and far beyond what he knew most people would understand. But, he could follow it easily enough. It was interesting. 

“Who is after me - isn’t the important thing right now,” Five just lightly flicked his hand to the side, “I can handle anyone who even tries. They’re just my previous employers.”

Five shook his head, turning to step back towards Ben, “None of that matter, the bigger picture here is much worse and why I need to get back on track as soon as possible. The world literally depends on it - “ he paused a second on that, reaching up to run his hand just once through his hair, pushing it neatly back, “Because it’s going to all end if I can’t. Everything will be left in ruin. Every moment now needs to be utilized.”

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Five busied himself looking around as he followed Ben, a fascination and curiosity popping up once his eyes searched around the workshop. After spending so long without any technology, it was almost like whiplash to step in here and see so much of it. Even growing up at the academy, there was hardly anything up to date, Reginald liked things to stay simple, he guessed. But this - this was the future. Well, it would be anyway if it weren’t for the apocalypse coming. He had to wonder what kind of world would be built if the world wasn’t going to end and all of this technology was allowed to flourish. 

“Research and Development? Of what exactly?” The question was sort of skeptical, but offered up as if he were just thinking out loud. He lingered close to the pieces and half finished projects, looking them over with a gentle touch. “Certainly seems like you keep busy in here -” turning back to give his attention back to Ben, his eyes fell briefly on the blueprint. He stared for only a second before turning to step back closer. 

Five nodded as he listened to his story, but his face twisted slightly into one of confusion and fascination, “He came for you - so you are like us then?” he exhaled a sharp breath like a scoff, “Smart move denying it. It’s just as shitty as you might imagine.”

It was almost interesting to hear how someone on the outside might have viewed them, at least apart from the admirers they’d had since they went public. Ben was almost one of them, but he could see how ridiculous trying to be a hero was as well. Five took a breath and just let it out as a sigh, “I was number five. Reginald Hargreeves only ever referred to us by number, like the great father he is,” the disdain was clear in his tone as he scrunched his nose with the words, “Problem is, I got stuck in the future with no way back. It’s 2007... That means I’ve been missing for five years roughly from this timeline. Give or take a bit.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, taking a step to the side to begin to pace in front of Ben, “I was supposed to land in 2019, not here... I don’t understand how the calculation went so wrong. But - at least this way theres more time,” he started to rub at his neck, looking ahead in his stride. Turning back in his pace, he looked up to Ben again, “Do you know anything about the Umbrella’s in your present time? I assume they’re still fighting crime.”

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December 2007. Five couldn’t decide if this was good news or bad news. He definitely messed the jump up in a much bigger way than he anticipated, and now he’s 12 years early. He ran his hands over his face briefly and exhaled a sigh. At least it was more time, and he wasn’t too far back that he could run the risk of running into his younger self. But, this meant his siblings were likely not going to be as much help as he needed them to be. Wherever they were, they were probably still playing crime fighters with Dad. 

“Coffee, I could use a cup myself.” Once invited in, Five took the chance to step around Ben and move inside. His mind began to rush, trying to figure out just where he went wrong, while also trying to focus on the situation at hand with this stranger, “Really fucked up that calculation,” he mumbled to himself, “Back to the drawing board, but what went so wrong...?”

He turned to look at Ben once again, this time taking the opportunity to really look him over. Late teens maybe? And the state of himself and his clothing seemed to imply he was some sort of mechanic or builder. To what extent, well, maybe Ben would be willing to share that information.

“Family, yeah - Ben is one of my brothers, but it doesn’t matter right now. The time is wrong, which means none of my family is going to be of any help. And you likely won’t either. But,” his eyes narrowed briefly as he took the paper out with Ben’s name and address on it, “one thing I want to know is what your connection to the Umbrella Academy is. you aren’t - part of it, so... Who are you then?”

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I love making people who already hate me hate me more