This All Sounded Really Promising... And Yet Somehow Too Good To Be True. It Was All Starting To Feel

This all sounded really promising... And yet somehow too good to be true. It was all starting to feel very convenient. Five manages to get back in an almost correct timeline, even if it is too far back, but finds a clue leading to someone who was, like them, and yet might able to actually help him. One who might have the brains to know exactly what he needs? Could it be just another test from the old man? Like he somehow knew Five would find a way back and just wanted to show him up once more?

The thought made him suddenly uneasy. He stood again from the couch, opting to pace around the room once more. He tried to distract himself with the equations Ben had pointed out. It was certainly advanced enough, and far beyond what he knew most people would understand. But, he could follow it easily enough. It was interesting. 

“Who is after me - isn’t the important thing right now,” Five just lightly flicked his hand to the side, “I can handle anyone who even tries. They’re just my previous employers.”

Five shook his head, turning to step back towards Ben, “None of that matter, the bigger picture here is much worse and why I need to get back on track as soon as possible. The world literally depends on it - “ he paused a second on that, reaching up to run his hand just once through his hair, pushing it neatly back, “Because it’s going to all end if I can’t. Everything will be left in ruin. Every moment now needs to be utilized.”

@bottledmoonlight​ / xxx

on all levels except physical i am sitting on top of the moon with my legs swinging back and forth

random sentence starters from the walking dead (part 4)

if you wanna go fast, go alone. if you wanna go far, go together. 

people with nothing to hide don’t usually feel the need to say so.

all this time with the walkers, you forget what people do.

save the bullets for the real threat.

can’t do things without people anymore.

a bad person, someone truly evil, they’re light as a feather. they don’t feel a thing.

people kill people. they still have names.

being afraid is whats kept us breathing.

nobody ever mentioned how boring the end of the world was going to be.

we can still come back. we’re not too far gone. we can come back. we all could change.

you gotta save who you are, not who you were.

i know people. they’re just assholes i stay alive with.

you’re the butcher or you’re the cattle.

have you ever been covered in so much blood that you didn’t know if it was yours or your friends’?

nobody is evil. they just decide to forget who they are.

you live because they don’t get to.

the world is trying to die. we’re supposed to just let it.

my family’s dead. that’s not home, it’s just where i live.

if you’re still standing, it’s always on someone else’s back.

they said that pain would be useful someday.

you said to kill them with kindness.

i tried fitting in. i wanted to be like you. 

i’m better here. i feel safe.

is there anything i can do? i’m kinda going crazy over here.

we’re all monsters now.

to injure an opponent is to injure yourself.

you play your cards right, maybe i’ll show you where we live. 

if we get caught on the wrong side of this herd, we’ll be here ‘til morning.

either your heart is beating or it isn’t. either your loved ones’ hearts are beating or they aren’t.

i know everything is upside down right now, but i wasn’t wrong about this.

we can’t show up empty handed. social graces.

when you stay soft, people die.

can you tell the difference between a good guy and a bad guy?

we have to make sure what’s left is worth what we lost.

it’s like this siren has been going off in my head, and i can’t stop it. 

i grew up on a farm. i know all about sheep and wolves.

being careful is staying here.

i didn’t try to kill them. they were in trouble, and i didn’t help. there’s a difference.

are we the good guys? we’re the villains of someone else’s story, a threat to their survival, so dangerous they threaten to wipe us all out. makes you wonder sometimes. 

we’ve all been acting like this is normal, holding our breath for months. this isn’t normal. 

are you insane? move.

boost me up.

you tried to kill my friends.

don’t be scared.

this place sure has gone to shit since the last time i was here.

tell my kids i didn’t die a coward.

you can’t lie for shit.

i want another chance, okay? i won’t do it again.

we have time. we can get that door open.

we don’t have enough ammo to clear them.

you go up there, you’re dead.

you don’t know anything about me.

i like rules. they bring order to the chaos.

it’s rusted shut.

they were scared, but they didn’t deserve to die that way, in the worst way imaginable.

i’ve been keeping my cool my whole life.

they were one of those people i thought would live forever.

people are dead. i was a part of that. i have to live with that.

i pulled you into this. you didn’t wanna fight. 

would you do this for someone else? would you do this for anyone?

why should we give a shit about people who don’t give a shit about themselves?

you can’t save anyone because you don’t care about anyone.

words are a lot easier to deal with than actions.

none of this is real, and you are somebody who isn’t afraid, okay?

living sounds good to me.

i should be able to handle walkers like that. i always have before.

i could die. i used to think that if it happened, it happened. 

i’m afraid, and that feeling isn’t going away.

we’re not as strong as we think we are.

i walk after my shifts. i’ve been doing it for a while. you’re the first one to notice.

why the shovel?

people died. we saw it. 

we’re not kids.

there’s still people out here. people we can still help.

this is bullshit. it should be dead.

you don’t want to be out here, so go home.

i never knew my way. 

you loved your family? then you know your way. it’s home.

you still have family, and you still have a home.

what’s stupid is you being out there when you don’t have to be.

i just want to turn my brain off for a moment.

do you want to tell me about your day?

we’re trying to build something. all of us.

we need food. we came all this way, we’re gonna get it.

circumstances change. we’re doing well now.

they just got a good story. boogeyman, he ain’t shit.

confrontation’s never been something we have trouble with. 

forgiveness takes more strength than anger.

it’s going to be a fight.

we have to come for them before they come for us.

where there’s life, there’s possibility.

we’re not trapped in this.

you can do things that just terrify me.

it’s just, i love you. i just wanted to say it. you don’t have to say it back.

we’re two assholes who do whatever we have to do to keep going.

The feminine urge to become an ethereal being not bound by the rules of this world

Five busied himself looking around as he followed Ben, a fascination and curiosity popping up once his eyes searched around the workshop. After spending so long without any technology, it was almost like whiplash to step in here and see so much of it. Even growing up at the academy, there was hardly anything up to date, Reginald liked things to stay simple, he guessed. But this - this was the future. Well, it would be anyway if it weren’t for the apocalypse coming. He had to wonder what kind of world would be built if the world wasn’t going to end and all of this technology was allowed to flourish. 

“Research and Development? Of what exactly?” The question was sort of skeptical, but offered up as if he were just thinking out loud. He lingered close to the pieces and half finished projects, looking them over with a gentle touch. “Certainly seems like you keep busy in here -” turning back to give his attention back to Ben, his eyes fell briefly on the blueprint. He stared for only a second before turning to step back closer. 

Five nodded as he listened to his story, but his face twisted slightly into one of confusion and fascination, “He came for you - so you are like us then?” he exhaled a sharp breath like a scoff, “Smart move denying it. It’s just as shitty as you might imagine.”

It was almost interesting to hear how someone on the outside might have viewed them, at least apart from the admirers they’d had since they went public. Ben was almost one of them, but he could see how ridiculous trying to be a hero was as well. Five took a breath and just let it out as a sigh, “I was number five. Reginald Hargreeves only ever referred to us by number, like the great father he is,” the disdain was clear in his tone as he scrunched his nose with the words, “Problem is, I got stuck in the future with no way back. It’s 2007... That means I’ve been missing for five years roughly from this timeline. Give or take a bit.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, taking a step to the side to begin to pace in front of Ben, “I was supposed to land in 2019, not here... I don’t understand how the calculation went so wrong. But - at least this way theres more time,” he started to rub at his neck, looking ahead in his stride. Turning back in his pace, he looked up to Ben again, “Do you know anything about the Umbrella’s in your present time? I assume they’re still fighting crime.”

@bottledmoonlight​ / xxx

December 2007. Five couldn’t decide if this was good news or bad news. He definitely messed the jump up in a much bigger way than he anticipated, and now he’s 12 years early. He ran his hands over his face briefly and exhaled a sigh. At least it was more time, and he wasn’t too far back that he could run the risk of running into his younger self. But, this meant his siblings were likely not going to be as much help as he needed them to be. Wherever they were, they were probably still playing crime fighters with Dad. 

“Coffee, I could use a cup myself.” Once invited in, Five took the chance to step around Ben and move inside. His mind began to rush, trying to figure out just where he went wrong, while also trying to focus on the situation at hand with this stranger, “Really fucked up that calculation,” he mumbled to himself, “Back to the drawing board, but what went so wrong...?”

He turned to look at Ben once again, this time taking the opportunity to really look him over. Late teens maybe? And the state of himself and his clothing seemed to imply he was some sort of mechanic or builder. To what extent, well, maybe Ben would be willing to share that information.

“Family, yeah - Ben is one of my brothers, but it doesn’t matter right now. The time is wrong, which means none of my family is going to be of any help. And you likely won’t either. But,” his eyes narrowed briefly as he took the paper out with Ben’s name and address on it, “one thing I want to know is what your connection to the Umbrella Academy is. you aren’t - part of it, so... Who are you then?”

@bottledmoonlight​ / xxx