![]() He was ordering a donut to go- probably to school. “Alright they’ll be by later but I’ve really got to go-”īefore (Y/N) could finish thanking him he was gone.įive really wasn’t expecting to see the boy again, but the next day at Griddy’s- there he was. He was worried that Five wouldn’t remember the numbers and names but he nodded along like he would. Letting out a breath, (Y/N) nodded, listing off his address. “But if you give me your address I can send them by later, since they’re so busy.” (Y/N) seemed distressed by this news and Five rushed to fix it. “Well, (Y/N)…” he tested the name on his tongue, “They’ll be wanting your statement.” ![]() It clicked where Five knew him from he was a fellow regular at Griddy’s Doughnuts. “They’ll want your statement- What’s your name?” Five suddenly asked, realizing the teenager in front of him was familiar. “I live nearby, I can just walk home.” (Y/N) shook his head, not wanting to bother the police if he didn’t need to. “If you go out front the police are there, they’ll help you get home.” He pointed to the crowded street ahead of them. Shakily nodding, (Y/N) gulped and responded, “Y-Yeah. “Are you okay?” Five asked, looking (Y/N) over to ensure he was unharmed. Gasping when they appeared in the alleyway next to the bank, (Y/N) was clutching Five’s arm. “Hold on,” was all he said before pulling (Y/N) close and disappearing. The chaos resumed as Five dropped the blade, falling to his knees next to (Y/N). Five was standing above the dead man, Diego’s dagger now bloody in his hand. Then (Y/N) was on the floor, panting on his hands and knees as he looked around. “Just, let him go,” Luther slowly said, holding his hands out as if to calm the man.īefore he could even respond Five had disappeared, and so had Diego’s knife. “Stop!” Five shouted as (Y/N)’s captor moved the blad3 closer to his exposed throat.Įverything came to some sort of calm, even the dagger in Diego’s hand came to a pause. “Hey!” He screamed, spit flying from his mouth as (Y/N)’s hands went to hold his forearm to hopefully relieve some pressure.Īt first nobody had noticed- nobody but Five Hargreeves. The attackers arm went around (Y/N)’s shoulders to keep him in place as his excitement was replaced, again, with rage. (Y/N) struggled against the man, a shout turning into a gasp as the knife was placed to his throat. His anger faded as he smiled dangerously, slipping a knife from the side of his jeans and pulling (Y/N) to his feet. Much to (Y/N)’s dismay, the man caught sight of him. He was beaten and bruised, panting like a dog with eyes as rabid as one. Well, there went (Y/N)’s only chance of leaving this place.Ī scream bellowed closer and another man joined the corpse on the floor. The teenager was cut off as he was thrown backwards, shouting in surprise. “There’s someone back there!” Someone yelled before a blond teenager appeared crouching in front of (Y/N). ![]() (Y/N) gasped and threw himself back to get away from the probably dead body. He’d never had to know before.Ī tentacle whipped the wall in front of him, a man’s body dropping in a pool of his own blood. He had no idea what to do in this situation. Hiding behind the registers (where he’d been since the thieves showed their guns) (Y/N) had his hands on his knees, body in the fetal position and wide eyes staring ahead. He had been running some errands for his neighbors for some extra cash, and when he got to the bank, robbers arrived. (Y/N) was unfortunately on the wrong side of the police barrier inside the building. People outside crowded around, gawking at the violence sounding from the brick building police having to keep them back. The Umbrella Academy was at it again, chaos erupting within the bank.
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