❝ Look, kid. You look like your daddy's got money. ❞

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(Y/N) HARGREEVES

LIGHTS. CAMERA. ACTION.

The studio flashes on as the single rays of light blazed into the area like they were calling out to someone to come out of their comfort zone.

People watched attentively, with curious gazes on their marked spot.

At the end of the illuminated stands a girl wearing her usual appealing smirk that could make a whole crowd go wild; Also known as... me.

'Hi, I'm (Y/N). And my life—is kinda crazy.'

And if you're asking how I got here, well, oh boy, you're in for a rollercoaster ladies.

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The ice-colored holes devoured me and all my other siblings. A few seconds after entering the unsteady lines of portals, I was spewed out. Thanks to my reflexes that Reginald trained me to have, I was surrounded by my bubble-like force field before I hit the concrete floor in a deserved pose.

My eyes darted to what was above. It was the same vortex that took us here.

'Wait, a minute... Us?'

I examined my surrounding. I was alone.

Where were my siblings?

"Five! Klaus! Guys!" I called out, but only the static sounds of the waves answered it.

And to my dismay, it disappears into thin air.

I gasped as my eyes widen in shock as my mind flooded with doubts and guilt of their survival chance.

"Where the hell am I..?" I muttered as I finally spun around to take a good look at the setting I have arrived in. I was in an alleyway that leads to a door that is strangely menacing for some reason. But due to fear, I didn't approach it.

I jogged my way towards the sidewalk. The place looked unfamiliar. I have never been here before.

Everything looked so vibrant and aesthetically pleasing to look at. The building looked classy but was unusual to be developed in today's generation.

'Today's generation? Where am I..? When am I?'

Everyone was wearing this stylized in code kind of clothes, like what grandmas used to wear when they were teenagers.

A boy in a whole suit set colored light blue walked passes by me while dropping me a strange glance.

Then another woman in my right wearing a sunny bloused dress with bulbous blonde hair advances in the opposite direction.

Everybody else was wearing vintage clothes.

'Don't tell me...'

Before I could go on further to investigate this place, I felt a tap behind my back.

"Excuse me, young lady."

'Young lady?!'

I twisted my heel to find myself looking back at the same boy that I have made eye contact with. He removes his hat and presented it to his chest in a respectful manner with a quivering smile on his glossed lips. He was handsome besides wearing these funky clothes.

"I'm sorry to intrude with your walk, but my name is Harry Tomlinson from Cosmopolitan." He had a Southern Europe accent that made me drop a sweat.

"Cosmopolitan? Like the magazine?"

"Erm—Yes and is there in any way particular that you cast in a model agency?"

"M-Model agency—Wha... Can you please just tell me the date today is before you ask more silly questions?" I sarcastically remarked and guessed that he was probably gonna ask me out next or something.

"Silly?—It's the 30th of March." He answered with a puzzled expression.

My eyes flickered as my nose crinkled in confusion. It was April 1, and I could never forget that date considering that time is stamped of the end of the world. Ironic, that the end of the world was on April Fools.

I grabbed his elbows and squeezed them as I wanted him to throw out the answers without me proceeding with my queries.

"Uhm. Excuse me, but wouldn't be much more satisfying to hear if you considered telling me the year?"

"Uh... it's 1962, lady." His eyes expressed fear but the smile on his lips never seems to leave.

I released my grip and immediately panicked as I move in a circular motion to further examine the atmosphere. "You're not from around here, huh?" The boy continued to inquire while I continued to drown over my thoughts.

"Uhm. Here? What exactly is here?" I halt with my shivering footsteps as I set my spot in front of the man who places his hat back on top of his head.

"Dallas, Texas, Ms." He revealed, tilting his head to the side. "I do not mean to intervene with whatever you are going to, but are you alright ma'am?" He questioned with a much more concerning tone.

I'm in Dallas, Texas on the 30th of March in 1962.

"Y-Yeah. I just need some time." I wasn't paying attention to whatever he was saying and proceeded to make a hypothesis of possibilities of what might have just happened.

First, my siblings died and I'm the one who survived. But that would be entirely impossible since I saw them entering the portal that Five made.

Second, I might be hallucinating, and all of this is just a horrible nightmare.

Third, Five failed to take me to wherever the hell they are right now.

And fourth, I died, and this is the afterlife.

"I'm not trying to sound like a pervert, but I really think you're beautiful. Your face looks extraordinary and you look like you're not from around here—Are you from around here? If so, can you—"

At this point, he was spitting nonsense. I was too focused on my thoughts that I was unable to listen to whatever he was saying.

I should've just died. Are my siblings dead? Where the hell is Five? I'll beat him to a pulp because I really want to scream and evaporate right now.

I was the only one and there were no signs of anyone that I'm familiar with. I know. I'm screwed.

"Shit."I cursed as I started to breathe heavily.

With my head feeling like it was about to explode at any second, I began my laps to look for clues.

"I need to get out of here," I muttered, looking around for anyone that came from 2019.

My lack of focus decreased my interest to find any sign of the Hargreeves family in the area when I felt like my limbs are going limp. My stomach started grumbling, and it felt like I'm about to faint at any moment.

"Free donuts! Get some free taste glazed and strawberry donuts here!" A worker from outside a donut shop yelled onto the street, but only to be ignored by the majority of people that have passed by.

With this growing urge, my body moved on its own and headed straight to the man, handing out the sweet treats. "Get your free—Hey!" I tackled the man down and immediately began eating what was in the container that he was holding.

With one of each donut was swift on to my hands alternately; I have never felt this hungry before, it's like as if I were left in a room and was starved.

The poor worker did nothing and just watched me munch up the free samples that he had.

As I swallowed the jelly-filled donut that was in my mouth, I looked up at the man. "This is free, right?"

"T-Take it. It's all yours..." He insisted, genuinely scared.

And then it hit me like lightning. Five said that time-traveling can consume your calories in a matter of seconds.

Which means... Five's time travel worked. But why the fuck did he take us in the 1960s?

And with one last bite... Everything went black.

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Darkness spreads to my view as a heavy feeling began crushing my chest. The difficulty to obtain oxygen made me squirm; It felt uncomfortable and I couldn't move any part of myself.

My lungs feel like they were crushing themselves and my throat swallowing a whole gallon of liquid.

"Five!" I screamed as I jolted my top half body.

"Ah!" The boy beside me snapped out of his own doziness and was now fully awake. He was the boy from before who kept on meddling with the situation I was in earlier.

Growing up with the Hargreeves family, I grew up with trust issues.

I examined the area and found myself in a fancy home. The ceiling was higher than my self-esteem, and the decor seemed like it was worth someone's salary.

Wary of whatever he was planning, I remained defensive and impassive over him.

I flipped myself off the bed and was on guard. I was in a fighting stance as I walked to the side in a slow manner, just in time for me to inspect his overall attire.

Blue eyes, nice clothes, and blonde; Looked like he could make someone doubt. He looks older than me and has everything perfect that the majority of boys are insecure about.

"Please. Sit down... I-I'm sorry, I brought you here, but I swear I have no bad intentions." He said calmly, approaching me in a pacified manner which only made me more watchful of his motives.

"I bet you climb on second floors because that's what a rapist would say, Mr.," I remarked as I walked closer to a desk drawer that had various items that I could use for defense.

"W-What?—Please, just give me a chance to explain. I just wanted to help you, I swear... After I approached you, you ate donuts and fainted, so I brought you back to my home. You seem to be in need of desperate help."

Despite his pretty-looking face, I still haven't given him my trust. I don't know where the hell I am, so everything is suspicious to me. I decided to grab a bottle with a ship inside and smashed it so I could use its pointy area as a weapon.

"Woah! Woah! No need to be violent! I swear I'm good!"

"Tell me the truth. Where the hell am I?"

"What do you mean 'Where are you?' You're in America, lady!" He answered finally with a raise of voice.

I got pissed at his attitude and decided to punch down a vase that was resting peacefully at the top. He panicked and made his hands grab a fist load of his hair. "N-Not that one!"

"You're in Dallas, Texas!"

"And who the hell are you?"

"Jeez, lady. Isn't a thank you enough?!" He answered back, now trying to act tough despite having a soft-like appearance.

"Uh-huh." I hummed as I kicked his citrus plant down with my foot. And he looked like his soul left his body.

"Hey!—" He called out as he took a few steps closer to me.

"Don't come any closer I will kill you... And why do you sound French? I thought you were American?" I threatened, pointing the sharp edges of the bottle at him. 

He gathered air and exhaled it out of his mouth as his whole body language started to come back to its tranquil state. "I don't want to hurt you alright... My name is Harry Tomlinson. I grew up in Paris. I-I got a good reputation around here, if you don't know. I work for a magazine."

"Why didn't you bring me to a hospital instead you creep?"

"I-It's bad for my career."

"The fuck you mean career?" I raised the bottle and targetted a flower painting hanging by the wall, getting ready to tear it apart.

"Hey, I answered your question!" He shouted which made me retreat back.

"Oh, yeah, right, my bad?" I gave out a half-suppressed laugh while he gulped in fear. I'm probably the first psychopath he has ever met.

"I'm a model. I don't want to cause any scandal in some hospitals because I hate the news—Now, will you please stop destroying my stuff?"

"Oh." I replied simply, dropping the bottle and making it shatter to hundreds of pieces while the boy jumped a bit from the unexpected blow.

I headed off to the door as nothing happened. His dumbfounded expression made me realize that he was a good guy and wasn't working for the FBI or anything.

"H-Hey! Wait a minute! You know you gotta pay for all this stuff!" He whined as he reaches out to me with a much more demanding tone.

"Touch me again and I'll pop your eyeballs out and sell it to your fans," I warned him as fright soon took over his expression.

He quickly removed his hand from my wrist and raised them up shoulder level to tell me that he surrendered. "My statement stands..." He said in a low register, still sounding like his life flashed before his eyes.

I examined him from top to bottom. Just by the way he dresses, anyone could tell he had a taste with clothes. "Look, kid. You look like your daddy's got money."

"It's my stuff, and you broke them." He sarcastically spoke while I opened his window.

"Hm. Sounds like a 'you' problem if you ask me." I snickered before exiting using the window. Five and I used to sneak out all the time so I'm good at this...

Speaking of Five, when and where is he going to arrive?

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Fun Fact: Five was afraid to lose her again that's why he placed her beside him when they jumped through time.

A/N: HELLO EVERYONE I WAS SO EXCITED TO FINALLY PUBLISH THIS SHAGFJK. thank you all so much for the support, I appreciate it.

okay to avoid confusion, y/n became a model/celeb and has been using a secret identity rather than just revealing who she was in the real world. she arrived in texas in 1962, so approximately, she has stayed there for a year with no contact with her family.

i dont wanna make this too long, details will be explained as we progress in the story! pls dont forget to vote and tell those ladies that read my previous book that i have published the sequel!

QOTD: If you found yourself trapped in the past (1960), what one thing you will do before going back to your original timeline?

outfits 💀 period.