A; Two Worlds Collided He's finally done it, hasn't he. The stress of facing the apocalypse a second time, realizing he'd failed at the last second, wrenching open another hole in the tapestry of time and taking all his siblings along - he's finally snapped. That's the only viable explanation for what Five is waking up to.
At least, he lets himself indulge in that thought for about three seconds. If he was ever gonna seriously believe that he's lost his marbles, he'd have shot himself thirty years ago. Doubting his own mind feels a lot like placing an electric fan next to an intricate house of cards, so he doesn't. These tree things better have a really well stocked liquor cabinet.
"Get off me or I'm going to snap you all like twigs!" he hisses and gets to his feet, waving away the creatures' concerned?? curious?? prodding. And stomps off, already taking mental stock of what the fuck just happened. Pros: reasonably sure he's not dead, despite the brief appearance of a white rabbit claiming to be god and a splitting headache from the truly ridiculous effort of jumping here, seems to have acquired a backpack with supplies and his name on it. The wood saw is pretty sharp, too. Cons: no idea where or when he is, and he's completely lost track of his siblings. So it's a day ending in Y, then.
It's the last point that gnaws at him and he begins to call out for them in earnest soon enough. "Vanya! Klaus! Anyone!" They'd just been with him. The jump was messy, sure, equations and a destination hastily compiled, but he can't have lost them on the way. He can't have screwed up that bad. Even if he had no idea if he could take people with him at all. Shit, shit, shit.
Five wanders along the valley, alternating between calling for his siblings and muttering equations to himself, trying to figure out where he went wrong.
B; And They Could Never Tear Us Apart
And then an earthquake ruins the rest of his day. The initial tremor knocks him on his ass, but the real kicker is the rockslide. Five manages to stay on top of it by teleporting out of the way of the largest boulders in space-warping flashes of energy, leaping from one shifting foothold to the next until, finally, the cliffside stills. By then, he is completely wiped, hair matted with sweat and breathing heavily from exhaustion, but alive.
Which is more than can be said of anyone trapped under the rubble. Like, say, his family.
His eyes skitter over the debris, his throat raw with dirt and dust and he staggers forward on the shifting gravel as his hands start to dig seemingly of their own accord. For a moment, he sees a hand sticking out between the rocks, stiff and dead and Five claws at the boulders more frantically, though it's gone the next moment and he ignores it, he feels like throwing up and ignores it, he can't breathe and he ignores that too.
"No, no, no..."
Somebody stop this boy before he digs himself to death.
Number Five | OTA
He's finally done it, hasn't he. The stress of facing the apocalypse a second time, realizing he'd failed at the last second, wrenching open another hole in the tapestry of time and taking all his siblings along - he's finally snapped. That's the only viable explanation for what Five is waking up to.
At least, he lets himself indulge in that thought for about three seconds. If he was ever gonna seriously believe that he's lost his marbles, he'd have shot himself thirty years ago. Doubting his own mind feels a lot like placing an electric fan next to an intricate house of cards, so he doesn't. These tree things better have a really well stocked liquor cabinet.
"Get off me or I'm going to snap you all like twigs!" he hisses and gets to his feet, waving away the creatures' concerned?? curious?? prodding. And stomps off, already taking mental stock of what the fuck just happened. Pros: reasonably sure he's not dead, despite the brief appearance of a white rabbit claiming to be god and a splitting headache from the truly ridiculous effort of jumping here, seems to have acquired a backpack with supplies and his name on it. The wood saw is pretty sharp, too. Cons: no idea where or when he is, and he's completely lost track of his siblings. So it's a day ending in Y, then.
It's the last point that gnaws at him and he begins to call out for them in earnest soon enough. "Vanya! Klaus! Anyone!" They'd just been with him. The jump was messy, sure, equations and a destination hastily compiled, but he can't have lost them on the way. He can't have screwed up that bad. Even if he had no idea if he could take people with him at all. Shit, shit, shit.
Five wanders along the valley, alternating between calling for his siblings and muttering equations to himself, trying to figure out where he went wrong.
B; And They Could Never Tear Us Apart
And then an earthquake ruins the rest of his day. The initial tremor knocks him on his ass, but the real kicker is the rockslide. Five manages to stay on top of it by teleporting out of the way of the largest boulders in space-warping flashes of energy, leaping from one shifting foothold to the next until, finally, the cliffside stills. By then, he is completely wiped, hair matted with sweat and breathing heavily from exhaustion, but alive.
Which is more than can be said of anyone trapped under the rubble. Like, say, his family.
His eyes skitter over the debris, his throat raw with dirt and dust and he staggers forward on the shifting gravel as his hands start to dig seemingly of their own accord. For a moment, he sees a hand sticking out between the rocks, stiff and dead and Five claws at the boulders more frantically, though it's gone the next moment and he ignores it, he feels like throwing up and ignores it, he can't breathe and he ignores that too.
"No, no, no..."
Somebody stop this boy before he digs himself to death.