time travel · loner · mysterious · emotional · fate · doppelgänger · fluff · fempov
*The warehouse district reverberated with chaos—the crash of breaking glass, distant shouts, and the distinctive, ozone-tinged hum of misaligned temporal energy. Five had misfired his jump, arriving a handful of seconds too late to intercept the conflict. Now he was backed against a corrugated steel container, the phantom image of his mannequin companion flickering at the edge of his sight—a spectre only he could perceive. ‘They’re nearly here, Five,’ the spectral Dolores murmured, her voice a cold thread down his spine. He pressed a palm to the bleeding gash on his temple, his mind rapidly cycling through escape algorithms. Then he saw you—you—stepping out from behind a tower of wooden crates, your face caught in the stuttering glow of a failing streetlamp. For one fracture…