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(Y/N) Hargreeves

4 years, 6 months, and 11 hours.

"WHERE ARE YOU FIVE?"

I whispered to myself, the question that up until now was never answered. The disappearance of Five was a mystery that was never resolved. I inspected the painting that my father recently put up on the wall to honor his memory. Dad has a liking regarding Five's powers for some reason. I have to admit that it embellished the wall beautifully. His defined frame portrayed perfectly his chiseled features. I'd say he looks like a painting, but he is the painting.

Five was that best friend that no one ever wanted.

But I would.

He was a sarcastic 13-year-old boy with a menacing character, you just can't help yourself hate this guy, that's why I stayed up late at night to wait for his return practically every single day, how ironic. He was just that boy you can never forget. And I want him back. It's getting boring without him walking around the house in his shorts.

"Ms. (Y/N)? It's almost bedtime. It's a busy day tomorrow." I turned my head to see who calmly spoke from the corner. It was Pogo, a developed chimpanzee in a suit who is also my Father's assistant.

"I know. I'll get going." I said, smiling at him before twisting my heel to head over the stairs.

"You miss him, don't you?" I stopped in my tracks as I swallowed the saliva that was building up inside my mouth.

My relationship with Five was perplexed. We despised one another's guts to the point we would have seemingly tried to peel off each other's faces if he was still here, but at the same time, we're partners in crime. But it was mostly I that showed more appreciation for our bond. We had a complicated but healthy friendship.

Dad would sometimes put us into sanctions for fighting all the time but also applauded us on missions since we always make strategic ways to battle with our enemies.

"We all do, Pogo."

"You know what I mean, Ms. (Y/N). You and Number Five are close friends. I know you're feeling differs from the others because of the special bond that both of you have, the damage it left has greatly affected you... I'm sure he'll be back for you Ms. (Y/N)." He affirms as he took a step forward with the wooden cane, trying to cheer me up. The melancholy in his eyes was present even behind his wrinkly, encouraging, smiling face. Pogo was family. He treats us like us his own children, unlike dad who views us as mere hero laborers.

"Hopefully." I looked at him, trying to hold back a tear that kept crippling in my view, and tried to convince myself it was possibly just dust, but it's not, I'm resentful for feeling this way. Hearing his name was just a stab to my chest, and it gave me more reasons to hate him.

"Goodnight Pogo."

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I lied down on my neatly fixed (F/C) twin bed. I haven't changed into my nightwear yet and was still in our usual clothes, which is the umbrella academy uniform. I lifted my hand up in the air to take a peek at our promise ring. Well, it's more of a friendship ring and he prefers to call it that way.

It was the gift I gave him for our 13th birthday. Personally, I have never seen him wear it, maybe once or twice, and then it didn't show in his fingers anymore. It's a silver accessory. Tiny stars that resembled the galaxy were carved, aligning with the shape. And the notable design was the middle of it;  An eight-point star.

I gazed at the moon that shined above the sky. Maybe Five is staring at the same moon I'm looking at right now? Or maybe I should go to sleep and stop daydreaming about a guy whose name is a number. I do too, have a number as a name because dad didn't even bother to give us normal human ones.

Mom gave me one, though. And all of my other siblings got theirs.

Number One was Luther. Luther is like the leader of the gang and he has super strength and could withstand powerful hits with only his body. I didn't want to hate him. Everyone seems to already too why would I add myself to the five people that do. He's always fond of this "I'm Number One" thing, but I really don't care, he's just looking out for us. To me, he's just an irritating bossy big brother. But yeah, he gets on my nerves from time to time.

Number Two was Diego. He used to have stuttering issues, but now he's just as annoying as ever. His power involved the usage of knives and being able to control their direction while in the projectile. He always comes in my room, he opens the door and stares at himself at my hairdresser mirror and then leaves without saying anything, but I'm sure he's trying to infuriate me.

Number Three was Allison. We know her as 'The Rumor', she could order anyone to do anything she wants, she could alter lies and make them real in someone's mind. Good for her, she never used those against us and I cherish her for her sisterly love towards me.

Number Four was Klaus. Klaus's ability was scary according to him. He can see and talk to ghosts. He was a fun-loving and lively guy for having the skill of conjuring spirits. I used to follow and make him calm down through a small window during his session with the dead in a mausoleum wherein our insane dad would leave him for hours.

Number Six was Ben. Ben was terrified of his. He can summon tentacles out of his body. He was a sweet guy and we just recently mourned for his death. It was a tragic event; I didn't even want to remember what happened. The sight of him dying was just...

Number Seven was Vanya. Vanya didn't have any powers, but that didn't make her any less special to us. I feel bad when she gets left out, so I try to include her as much as possible with my other siblings.

And Number Eight as (Y/N), me. I can carry electrical phenomena that I get from living things and then convert them into bioelectric charges, thus creating a force field that embodies as a shield.

I have a stable relationship with every sibling. I didn't want to lose them and I really loved them like my own family despite having no blood relation. But ever since Number Six died, I noticed that we all became distant from one another lately. No more chattering in the living room, no goofing around in one another's places, and there was no one knocking at my door in the middle of the night to invite me to eat a snack. We didn't have the usual sister-brother bond, we just became strangers living under the same roof under a cruel man's care.

I stared at my ceiling with the equations and Cartesian planes written in chalk that were effaced throughout the years that passed; I didn't bother wiping it off. Five and I used to stay up late on days when dad didn't monitor us in our sleep. We wrote formulas after formulas and multiple theories in connection with time travel. He was very fond of it.

I wasn't as rational and brilliant as Five, and he wasn't as sane and practical as me. I didn't even like math, but spending time with him influenced me to understand arithmetic expressions.

We even have a cute nickname for the calculations we did for his time jumping vortex thing. We called it the 'Peanut Butter Sandwich' or in short, 'P.B.S'. It was his favorite kind of sandwich, but with marshmallows.

Right. Attempting to time travel is what we all assumed for his disappearance. We try to convince ourselves that he's just lost somewhere rather than assume that he's deceased. He was an idiot for trying; we were just 64.2% sure of success. Some things didn't even connect the dots. He was too stubborn to listen to me. He was pragmatic and sensible, but the fact that dad always doubted Five's skills made him do this without further logical reason to accomplish time travel; Plus, we were 13. Observing the written history I had with Five on the wall, I sat down. I can't sleep.

If only I went with him, I'd be able to escape to this hellhole and I'd know that he's okay.

A corkboard is hanging beside the mirror. Newspaper clippings, memorable flyers of concerts, and favorite poster movies are punctured against the panel. But the outstanding one was the single photo by the bottom left.

A picture of me and Five a few years back. It was the day where we both snuck out and accidentally shoplifted the brand new Polaroid camera at the time. While we were heading back home, I snapped a flashed a photo of us in the night; My entire face was occupying 1/3 of the squared space, and then behind me was Five's upper body, wearing his regular stoic face, his cheekbones popping off and his eyes reflecting the light.

'I thought we were supposed to be together in this Five?'

I watched my hands as I activated my power. It was a shade of smoky violet of cosmic radiation. My powers are force fields. I can deflect any matter, substance, and constituents' attacks. As they like to call me, I'm also known as "The Shield" from the Umbrella Academy.

And every day what I practice is making my psionic shield stronger and bigger to protect more people inside my bubble. Five always reminded me to nourish it. He believes that this power is overwhelming despite having the inability of the assailant.

Apparently, I can only fit in 3 people and if I'm lucky, it would be 5. The side effects are headaches and quivering hands that only happen if I have worn out myself. Mr. 'I'm a scientist man myself' didn't care if I were feeling this way, he always drained my energy, like what he did to my other siblings. It was torture.

My training comprises gunshots and explosions. He tried to make me shock resistant; he was building up my agility and reflexes. I never really enjoyed blasting sounds. It makes me shiver. Dad exposed me too much to ballistic shock waves, to the point I'm too traumatized to watch and hear fireworks or any exploding things.

I glared intently at equations on the wall as I created a small solid bubble of bio-electric energy, playing it and tossing it around in small spaces between my hands. Fiercely, I continue what I was doing, and I didn't even realize that I was already making mathematical equations in my mind and was converting them substantially in my hands.

Five used to help me with improving my abilities, even I was fascinated with the capability of my own potential. He wasn't the type to show affection or any kind of emotion. Besides his taunting mouth, he rather showed his tenderness through actions, and no one really understood the connection between the two of us. He was just that boy.

And for a moment everything went quieter and quieter as I gain concentration on what I was doing. The only thing I can hear was the buzzing sound of the small energy force I have created. I suddenly felt myself floating from my bed, a thing was carrying my weight.

"W-What's going on?" I was panicking and flying like gravity didn't exist as my intact body flailed into the air. "I can't go d-down! Someone help! Dad! Mom!" I tried to withdraw the powers in me when I realized it was the one making this unusual occurrence. Slowly, I felt my chest getting heavier. It was getting hard to breathe.

Once again, I screamed even having the last breath. "Pogo! Anyone, please! Five help me!" Silly me. Five isn't here to save me this time.

The energy wave I created surrounded me. I saw a boy's figure. It was Luther rushing to open the door. He gave a look of disbelief before attempting to save me from the sphere that's getting bigger. But the field I created restrained him from entering my space. He punched it with every force he has, but failed. Soon, I saw Diego and Allison launched in the room in their Pajamas; it terrified them.

"(Y/N)! Oh my God! Luther, get her out of there!" Allison's muffled yelling was heard from inside. "I'm trying!" Luther gave another heavy jab. I'm suffocating and my vision was blurring.

Allison saw the expression in my eyes, I was losing life in my own body. She approached me and put both her hands on the transparent shield, trying to assure me that everything will be okay. "(Y/N) breathe! Don't give up! We'll get you out!" She cried out as I desperately try to catch some air.

"Luther, she's running out of oxygen!"

"I'm trying to get her out, Allison!" Luther intensely gave a front kick, but it did not affect it.

"Get out of the way, idiots!" Both of the two turned their heads to see Diego positioning himself to throw one of his knives. It was deficient. It was too powerful. It deflected it and ended up piercing the wall.

My mind went blank, I don't know what was happening to me. The three were taken aback when suddenly, the force field entered my body in a flash. It was like throwing up, but in reverse. My eyes whiten and my body felt numb. I gasped and was put to a halt with my movement. And the next thing I knew we were all knocked out by the detonation my playful thing has done. It drove me to exit existence and be trapped inside this bubble, paralyzed.

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Fun Fact: (Y/N) didn't eat for a week after finiding out Five's disappearance.

A/N: to be honest, i don't know what to say but welcome! i wrote a backstory just so you guys will have an idea regarding your past and powers. i will try my best to stay in character with the people and not try to make you an op character so I gave you a trauma lmao.

i hope ya'll read that, it explained after events of five's disappearance and ur relationship with the siblings.

that promise ring is relevant too ;')

anyway, hope you enjoyed this page next chapter will be the real deal, see you in the next one!

QOTD: What power do you wish to have and why?

when i was a kid i always wanted to have elsa's ice power and every girl ik did too bruhh 🧍🏻‍♀️