—𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙂𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙏𝘼𝙎!

❛❛ 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙈 𝙄 𝘼𝘿𝘿𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙊? ❜❜

~ ☂︎︎ ~

—𝙌𝙐𝙄𝘾𝙆 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀!
*has not updated in 2 months* heh heh. just here to tell you guys that i changed the ending of the last chapter. might wanna reread it.
-AJ

"𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙀𝙓𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙇𝙔 what I expected." The four of us stared at the cold, lifeless body of a dead Harold Jenkins.

"The understatement of the year," said Five.

"No sign of Vanya," Klaus pointed out.

I sighed, making my way to the door. "We better leave before the cops get here," I said, standing in the entrance.

"In a minute," Five interrupted, walking over to the body and pulling an object out of his pocket. I recognized as the eye he had been obsessing over these past few days.

"Didn't you get rid of that thing?" I asked, following him to the body.

"Shh," he shushed me. I scoffed, using my powers to wack him upside the head. He gave me a look, and I smirked back at him. Carefully, Five pulled back the bandage covering Jenkins' eye.

"Come on Five, what are you....."

Diego trailed off, watching Five fit the eyeball into the empty space on the dead body. I wretched a bit in disgust. Five examined the body a bit closer. "Same eye color, same pupil size. Guys, this is it. The eye I've been carrying around for decades, it-it's found its rightful home," Five said, almost a little giddy. He then proceeded to pull it back out and shove it into this pocket.

"We got the guy we needed to kill to stop the apocalypse," Diego stated.

"Yay! Let's go!" Klaus said, heading towards the door.

"Wait a second, you come back," I said, grabbing Klaus's wrist, pulling back into the house.

"(Y/N) is right, it can't be this easy. Look, this is the note that I got from the Commission," said Five, pulling out a sheet of paper. "The one that says, 'Protect Harold Jenkins,' aka Leonard Peabody."

"Why would they want to protect him?" I questioned, grabbing the paper from Five. "I don't know," he replied. "But, who killed him? Who did this?"

"I have a crazy idea," Klaus started. "When do you not?" I interrupted. He pouted at me. "As I was saying, crazy, but why don't we find Vanya....and ask her what happened," Klaus finished, right as Five teleported away. "Great, I muttered under my breath.

"If Vanya got away from this asshole, she might be headed back to the Academy," Diego said.

I tapped his shoulder. "So we're all ignoring the fact that Five just disappeared without us?" Diego and Klaus glanced around, a look of realization on their faces. I sighed in disappointment. "Hurry up, let's go back to the Academy."

~ ☂︎︎ ~

"𝙉𝙊 𝙎𝙄𝙂𝙉 𝙊𝙁 Vanya," I stated, standing with Five after we had finished searching the house for her. After the little incident with Jenkins, we drove back to the Academy to discover that Five had already started a search for our sister. We joined in, scouring every corner, but to no avail.

"She's not in any of the rooms," I pointed out.

"She's not downstairs either," Klaus added.

"Well, I'm out," Diego said, beginning to walk away.

"Wait, wait. Where are you going?" Five asked as Diego left the room. "Vanya is still out there, and so are Hazel and Cha-Cha.

"I know. I'm gonna get my things, then I'm out of here. I've got some unfinished business with those fools," Diego replied, before fully exiting the room with the rest of his stuff. It was silent for a few moments, before Five spoke up. "Hey, did Dad say anything about the apocalypse when you spoke to him? Any clues as to how it happened?" Five asked Klaus.

"No, no clues. Truly terrific shave, but no clues," Klaus sighed.

"Jeez," Five mumbled, following Diego's actions and walking away from the room.

"You know, come to think of it, he did mention something about my potential, and how I've barely even scratched the surface of my-"

"How did he know about the apocalypse?" Five asked, like he had asked over and over again. Klaus and I followed him down the stairs and into the main hall.

"I don't know, but listen. This whole 'jumping through time' thing of yours, how did....how did you know how to do that?" Klaus questioned.

"He didn't," I cut in. "If you were actually sober, you would have known that."

"Hey, I am sober. I've been sober for two-almost two days now," Klaus argued.

"Yeah, two days," Five stated.

"It feels like 45 years," he whined. "Who are kidding, Klaus. I've seen you fidgeting all day," I said. "Well, I guess all three of us are fighting our addictions then," Klaus replied.

"I'm not an addict," Five protested.

"Yeah, you are. You're addicted to a drug called the apocalypse," Klaus retorted.

"You're wrong."

"And what am I addicted to?" I inquired.

"Umm..." Klaus paused to think for a moment.

"Obviously, she's addicted to Five," I heard a voice from the corner. I looked over to see my wonderful ghost brother.

"Ben says you're addicted to Five," Klaus stated.

"Yeah, I heard," I replied absentmindedly. "Wait, what?" Klaus asked. "Nothing," I quickly interrupted. "And besides, I am not addicted to Five, he just drags me everywhere."

"First sign, denial," Klaus smirks, turning away. I groaned in annoyance. At the same time, I heard a whisper coming from Ben's corner. It sounded something like "ship it!" I shrugged it off.

"You and I are not the same," Five claimed, pointing at Klaus.  

"I've seen that look in the eye of someone who doesn't know who they are without their high anymore. Trust me, you gotta let it go," Klaus explained. Five stared at him for a moment, and then proceeded to throw the eye against the wall, shattering it into multiple pieces. "Figuratively, but yeah, that works too."

"You think he's ok?" I asked Klaus as Five turned away. "I don't think he ever is, but you probably shouldn't follow-"

I had already moved from my position, pulling Five into a hug. I kissed him on the cheek, and whispered into his ear. "Just go, I'll wait here." He gave me a small smile before walking away.

"Didn't exactly listen to my advice, but at least you didn't follow him."

~ ☂︎︎ ~

"(𝙔/𝙉), 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏 one?" Five held up a margarita he had made. I shook my head. "I thought I told you, still underage." Even though I had denied the offer, I still went to sit by him. After giving him time to cool off, he came back downstairs and proceeded to the bar with Dolores.

"Well, do you think we really did it? Think we actually stopped the apocalypse?" Five asked. I opened my mouth to respond, but he held up a finger, pointing to Dolores. There was a short pause, until Five spoke again. "Now what?" Another pause. "I don't know.....I'm open to suggestions." Five continued his conversation with his favorite inanimate object. I just giggled watching them. "You really are a crazy old man, huh?" He turned to glare at me. Looking back at the table, he muttered, "Well, I'm your crazy old man."

I smiled softly, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Yes, but for now, you're thirteen."

We turned our heads after hearing a knock at the door. "I'll get it." I stood up from my spot,
walking into the front room. I opened the door to find a face I didn't want to see, Hazel.

"You!" I shouted. "Wait, now here me ou-"

He didn't get the chance to finish, as I had used my powers to pull the gun out of his hand. "You bitch!" I began to drain his shadow, pulling at his life force bit by bit. After he had lost enough of his conscious, I dragged him to the living room, where I then kneed him where the sun doesn't shine.

"Love, you might want to here him out," I heard Five say from the bar. "I'm not here to hurt you!" Hazel shouted. I huffed, releasing his shadow back to him. He gasped, gulping for air as if he had come out of water. I may look tiny, but I can sure kick ass. "You're not?" I asked. Then, I turned to Five. "Wait, more important matter, did you just call me 'Love'?"

"Still ship it!"

—𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀!
Yes! I am alive! Again, apologies for my absence and my laziness. I'll try to work on updating more often. This story will probably be finished before the next season comes out, so be prepared. Anyway, exciting news, IMMA BE A TEENAGER IN A WEEK WOOP WOOP! Yes, I am currently 12, don't judge me.
-AJ

QOTD: Favorite Christmas gift? (and if no gifts, did you go anywhere?)

AOTD: Daniel Howell merch, by far the best gift. Also, I didn't go anywhere, but I did see my cousin perform at the Grace Cathedral in San Francisco as well as see Hamilton for the 4th time at the Orpheum Theater (2nd row, center seats! We won the weekly Hamilton lottery)