Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 59

When he passed by him, he saw a small stall that sells various things. When he saw a pack of mints, he immediately gave himself a breath check. And it smelt horrendous.

With that, he picked the tin box of mints. "How much, chief?" He asked the vendor who smoked cigars to contain his hunger for the night.

"Two bucks." The vendor answered.

"Two." Luther much obliged as he reached for his pocket to grab money to pay for it. Though, here was something else that caught his eye. "Oh, and, uh..." He seemed to have thinking twice about purchasing then as well. "Some of... Some of those." Eventually, he pointed out the box of condoms behind the seller.

He didn't know how the vendor would react. No, he was nervous about it. For all he knew, the man might laugh at him. "Condoms?" The vendor tried to confirm that he was pointing at that direction.

"For sex." Luther smirked. He felt giddy as they both chuckled at this. "Which is a thing I do now." Luther couldn't stifle his boasts at all at this point.

Which made the man feel uncomfortable, yet he chose to keep an open mind instead. And so, he plucked a box of condoms for his customer. "Anything else?" Asked him.

"Anything else... Hmm.." Luther hummed out as he thought of what else would he want to buy from his stand before he pays. However, his thoughts came into a halt as soon as he saw the lights flickering.

The sudden on and off of the park lights along with the stand's lights made Luther slowly turn to look around. Afterwards, the whole park suddenly became dark. His face remained stoic and confused at the same before the lights came back on.

He didn't know what it was, but it didn't feel good at all. "Well... Shit." he gulped in air before he turned back to the vendor. "Hey, did you--"

But, strangely enough, the vendor disappeared into thin air. All that was left was a quarter of his cigar.

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The cue ball caused all of the balls in the pool table to scatter after Y/N struck her cue stick. Some of the balls made it to the holes as she drank her beer while the Umbrella Academy thought about the Grandfather Paradox.

While Stan was busy doing skiffle karate moves with a cue stick, the whole group was quiet and appalled. "I'm so confused." Diego stated aloud, referring to the screwed up timeline.

"Shocking."

"Well, someone killed our mothers, so we shouldn't exist." Viktor explained it for him, "But, clearly, we do exist, and the universe can't handle it, which is a problem."

"Big problem." Number Five sighed out. Begrudgingly taking a sip of his coffee.

Amidst of their meeting, Stan was busy mastering the crane kick. "Yah!" He grunted as he kicked his leg at nothing.

"Stanley!" Diego tried to warn his alleged spawn to stop. "Now is not the time to be doing karate, okay?" He shouted across the room.

Stan looked at him with a scowl. "Yeah, well, mom said I need to practice." He talked back.

His remark made Y/N scoff. "She's right about that." She mumbled, bringing the bottle of beer to her lips to take a sip.

Diego came to agree with Y/N on this one. "You're very bad." He followed.

"Well, I saved your pathetic ass." Stanley argued.

Before they continue their father-son argument, Allison, who's been brooding with her alcoholic drink in her hand the whole time spoke up. "Okay, wait, hold on." She started loudly to get their attention, "Five, so we caused the paradox. What does that mean?" She questioned.