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Five is lost in time. nobody remembers number Five anymore.
number Five, the boy, the teleporter of the umbrella academy. the world just woke up one day to the news that the boy run away, their father making an offhand comment, telling the world to cal the umbrella academy if they can see Five anywhere
the world moved on . what the world doesn't know is Five was lost in time, appearing and disappearing in periods of time, killing people, being lost, being alone and their father only made an offhand comment of what had happened and the world went with it
the world knew Five as someone who disappeared on the face of the earth because he's a very cocky kid but what the world didn't know is Five is lost, all alone in the apocalypse
Five had tried to go back again and again and again and again, crying, begging , being angry at the world, being angry at himself, being angry at the rotting corpses all around him.
he just, just, just want to go home but he can't. he couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't and he is left alone, making a lifetime by himself with only a very, very brutally mangles mannequin by his side and Five feels as if he's gonna lose his mind together with his body in the apocalypse
he tried so, so, so hard to go back, just to come back, please, i want to come back. but he can not go back home so he just stayed at the apocalypse . lost in time and lost to the world that he knew and doesn't know anymore
He's left alone with no one to talk to, no one to touch, no one to feel, no one to laugh and when he could finally come back, back this time back to where he is. back to where he should be he can't do normal people talk anymore
he's lost once again. how do people talk? how do people talk without wanting to kill somebody? how do people go on with their days knowing or not knowing what happened future. Five tried to save the world again and although he hates admit it, he is lost once more just like his experience years ago. he is lost once again