Five Hargreeves⁹

After Five ignored Reginald's warnings and left, time-jumping away, everything at the academy turned bleak. Reginald became very controlling in everything they did. You had gone with Five, and after he ran off, you chased after him. When you caught up, he teleported back in time. There was no turning back; you kept going until you were trapped. It had been a bad idea, Five knew it, and now there you were, trapped, trying to survive an apocalypse, with no one else around, just the two of you. Everything became a torment. Thanks to your powers and his, you had managed; you had improved your fighting skills, your skills with weapons. Five was the first to "get bitter," as you called him, always so serious, so realistic, and that ended for you. You were searching for food among the rubble that fell on top of you. From that day on, you didn't smile either. Five missed that. Sometimes you joked, you laughed, but it wasn't the same. Now you limped; you had healed, but it wasn't the same. You were searching for food, sometimes Your powers and his worked, but it was difficult. You had a small place to stay, and he had Delores, his mannequin, which he considered real. Sometimes you even talked to her. Now you were teenagers, searching through the rubble for food, maybe someone alive, an animal, anything. It was your birthday, his birthday, but he wasn't celebrating it; he preferred to celebrate for you. He'd give you something, you'd give him something. He'd been acting strange all week, nervous when you were near. You didn't know why. When you hugged him, he tensed up. He'd made you a gift, a bracelet, something nice, handmade, though that wasn't the only reason he was different. While you searched through some rubble and he searched through others, he found something, something moving. When he picked it up, he was surprised to find a dog, and all he could think was that maybe it would give you back hope, maybe.