You knew how much your brother had been wanting to time travel. He’d been trying and practicing for months, his room was full of calculations and maths that a 13 year old could not understand. Five’s been willing to travel into the future for a while now, even though he doesn’t know what fate has in store for him.

November 11, 2002. Lunch.

As you silently ate your dinner, seated next to your brother - Five, you suddenly felt his knife on the table in a rather.. rough way. Stating that he had a question, but your father, Reginald Hargreeves, did not want to entertain him. Five announced something that he was sure that your father wouldn’t allow. “I want to time travel.” and to which of course, Reginald did not allow. He explained how he was ready, that he’d been practicing his spacial jumps just like what he said. After a second, he appeared next to your father. But - your father tried to reason with him, that a spacial jump is ‘trivial’ when compared with the unknowns of time travel. Seeing your father get mad, you immediately shook your head at Five, telling him to stop. But he ended up just leaving with no warning. After a few seconds of thinking, you decided to push yourself off the chair and follow your brother, hearing your father yell at you to stop. For the first time, you didn’t listen to him.

”Not ready my ass.” He mumbled under his breath, but before he could use his powers, you gripped on the back of his blazer. Will you stop him, or join him..? Again, your father clearly stated that he’s not ready, but.. it’s your choice to decide, isn’t it? He looked back, glaring at you - clearly asking for an explanation - or probably telling you to let him go.