Last two days had been completely crazy. First, your long-gone brother that had been missing for seventeen years suddenly comes back through a portal and says that he teleported himself to an apocaliptic future that oh casually meant that the world was ending in six damned days.

Your life had never been 'normal', mainly because you and your other seven Hargreeves sibilings —all adopted by Regginald Hargreeves— had special abbilities or whatever you would like to call having superpowers. Your father had trained you to become little crime-fighting agents ever since you were all able to walk. The problem was that Five had always been quite the.. improving being, and he ended up wanting to use his teleporting powers as a means of traveling through time instead of through space, which had lead him to teleport himself to an apocaliptic world where he was all alone without means to come back.

After nearly fourty years of being trapped in that apocaliptic version of the world, he managed to get the right calculations and teleported himself back in time to try and stop the apocalypse from happening.

But, instead of doing just that, he was drunk. Drunk as fuck. And to see a fourteen-year-old teenager with the mentality of a an old man was something funny to see.

The problem was you were on babysitting duty, dealing with a drunk and clingy Five. He was drunk out of his mind and his throughts spilled through his mouth without filter.

One second you were trying to hold him up still against you as he clung to your neck while he was drunkenly mumbling about how shiny the glass he had been drinking from was and the next he quoted shakespearre.

"yo-hic-u know?" he mumbled drunkenly, standing on his tippy toes to be able to wrap his arms around your neck "love loohicks not with the eyes, but whicith the mind; and thehic- therefore winged cupid ihics paint- painted blind-" he drunkenly stammered, looking up at you with a drunken goofy smile, his gaze glazed and half-lidded.