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⚘ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙮,, 𝙛𝙩. 𝙖𝙫𝙖. intro.

⇢ commission file seventy-seven :

ava delores [insert real last name].

my whole life, i've been normal. normal timeline, normal family — except the family drama — normal kid, normal friends, normal school.

maybe ive always known there was more to life, aware of the fact we live on a floating rock and that there hat to be more to life. and maybe i'm neurodivergent with all my issues, but other than that, life is good.

until one day i was skipping class in middle school.

you'd think that i'd just get in trouble, or i would get away with it, but nothing out of the ordinary would happen — wrong.

i found a briefcase behind my school, and being my curious thirteen-year-old self, i reached out, only for it to combust, the gadget exploding into shrapnels, my body being rippled through the energy that waft through it.

so, that's where it went wrong.

my normal life turned into chaos after that. i couldn't even tell the date right, my body constantly would seep through time before falling back into the rhythm of my original timeline. my mind became old, while my body stayed young.

i had experienced the rise and fall of rome, i watched the white house be built — only to fall back into modern times as a teenage girl.

soon, my family watched my body fall in and out of time. then, one day, a few men in black suits tugged me through time — my mind was already jumbled, so i didn't exactly notice myself being pulled into a pocket dimension called the 'commission’.

after about a year of work and research — plus therapy to work through my mess of a mind, i came out the other side, and was almost back to my old self. almost.

it felt like my trigger for emotion was ripped off and hidden away in my mind, maybe hiding behind the lost memories of my family.

the handler, a woman who gave me the heebie-jeebies, offered me a way to repay the commission for their service to me. i agreed and was immediately thrown into training for a large machine called the infinite switchboard.

then, soon after that i was placed in the large control room, my eyes wide at all the information i was shown on those small screens and large glowing buttons.

my contract was set for ten years. i didn't particularly like the job, but it kept a roof over my head, and artificial food in my stomach. who was i to complain?

about a year later, i tossed into training, because i was deemed unfit for the switchboard anymore, and was told that my new position would be more beneficial and in my terrain.

it was not ‘more’ beneficial, nor my terrain.

i was tossed into the assassin training, before i knew it, a large shotgun was shoved in my hands and i was pushed out on a mission.

and soon i became the best of the best. if the handler had favorites, it was definitely me, because i was deemed the number one in the commission.

then, along came five.

he was right on my heels, using the de-ager in the commission to appear young, but his brash and bitter attitude told me otherwise.

i despised him for almost pushing me aside and getting ahead of me, but (un) fortunately that didn't happen.

the handler then paired us up, knowing how he got under my skin, but also we both would be unstoppable being paired up — getting the jobs done quick and have more of a flow than the others did.

and so for three years, we were forced side by side. at first we didn't like one another, got the job done and parted ways, but over time we learned to be within one another's presence.

we became close — i fear we were more than friends, and i'm not sure if it was because i listened to him or my middle name was the same as his mannequin girlfriend from the apocalypse.

the handler didn't like the fact we got so close, and forced us apart after those three years and five almost immediately seemed like he didn't want anything to do with me.

i sucked it up, and continued my job, my contract was a few years from being up, and then i would be free from the sterile hellhole.

then five disappeared, and the commission went to shit. everyone in a frenzy at the fact he had the audacity to escape the commission so seamlessly. ( luckily someone was already planning to shoot kennedy )

the handler immediately assumed i was associated with fives plan, and ripped my contract apart in front of me. i had to fall through the cracks of time again — something i wasn't exactly a fan of doing.

everyone knew where five was, he was attempting to stop the apocalypse and go back to his family, that's what he always wanted. but that was against every law that was every placed in the commission.

so, i went to the time of the apocalypse that neared the corner. i found five but he looked younger than before, but still had that bitter scowl. i gave him an earful of scolds at the fact he ran away — pissed at the fact he didn’t take me within him — so angry that his defiance led to my contract breaking, and now i was forced on the run.

and unfortunately i met his family, and was forced to attempt to stop the apocalypse to save everyone's ass and maybe get a mojito afterwards.

obviously, that didn't work the first time round, us all carrying the curse of chaos, and one of his siblings ended up blowing up the moon, so we were forced to start over.

now, this is the fun part.. five and i attempted to save everyone, going to jump into the future to save them.. but again, obviously that didn't work.

and i was tossed into an alleyway by myself. walking around i find out it's the sixties and i assume i was tossed into another timeline again because the air just feels off.

fast forward a few months, i sign a contract with a company, and end up a singer.

okay, sure, call me an asshole, but i pretended to write music that was supposed to come out in two-thousand-nineteen rather than the sixties.

so, becoming famous, i live my life for two years, leaving the shitty apocalypse in the future — or so i thought.

somehow five finds me and i'm not very happy about it. he tells me we brought on the apocalypse again — after scolding me about not staying undercover until he got there.

then, we scramble all over dallas, and draco malfoy inspired sweds chase us down, attempting to kill us.

slowly, we find everyone scattered in dallas. some don't want to stop the apocalypse, some do. a british woman tags along, but i immediately get an off feeling about her.

after seeing the woman fight, we realize she's definitely with the commission, forcing her to leave us alone, and threatening her.

eventually, sipping on a margarita, i meet the infamous reginald hargreeves, and he's an asshole from what i tell, before tugging five aside to have a private conversation with him.

the whole timeline is a tangled mess, and we all attempt to untangle it, until the handler gets involved — causing blood to pool at fives feet as i hand her a goldfish in return for a briefcase.

come to find out, it doesn't work for us — obviously — the briefcase has a timer and we loose our opportunity to leave.

next thing leads to next, five's sibling who had ended the world previously does it again — almost. we end up on a farm, and fight a bunch of assholes with masks that remind me of cha-cha and hazel — me and five always refused to wear the stupid things.

then we get our hands on a briefcase and lila refuses our help. and then finally we're thrown into another timeline and me five immediately lounge in a hotel and the word 'retired’ leaves our mouths anytime someone speaks to us.

and after a fiasco with the sparrow academy, we don't much care about them — leaving them to do the dirty work and save society's asses rather than us.

klaus pulls us into a roadtrip, and it sucks after we see cows disappear and the amish chasing us, we figure out that once again the world is ending — obviously.

so, after the little boy we saved in the sixties hurts two of the sparrows, we attempt to save the world once again, a large orb eating away at the universe.

it doesn't work by the way.. obviously.

and then we attend a wedding and get drunk off our asses, before were forced into a portal door into a mirrored universe.

shit goes down and all of a sudden we're stepping on stars and all of a sudden our powers are gone and we're forced into the real world .. no apocalypse.

ᥫ᭡ suburban hellscape.

blipping into present times, i'm married to five — oddly enough. the world isn't ending. alison has claire and ray, and lila popped out three kids — and surprisingly is a good mom.

five works at the cia because he's a workaholic, and i'm going to school, majoring in anthropology. although me and five are both physically twenty-three and twenty-two,, we're still just as old and grumpy as our minds.

at first, i hated it. i hated the fact i had to live a normal life just like how i grew up, but i learned to love it overtime — appreciating what i haven't had since i was a child.

five doesn't really like pets, but i'm attempting to convince him to get one — since we don't have kids, maybe it would fill that little empty spot.

but i think he likes the fact that it's just us two — not really, his family still bugs us too much. but five likes it believe it or not, under that thick shell of stubbornness, he adores his family.

and obviously.. they adore us.

avaspeaksunfortunately ::

also, before anyone asks.. i had another account @flannelstains and i used to post there, but i moved here with my real name.. so i now am moving my posts to here and deactivating that account.

i literally adore five. like don't play with my man. i have no idea, but he's always intrigued me, and i have scripted him in a few of my other drs just because i love him so much.

nothing happens between five and lila, obviously, because i love five, but also because i adore lila and diego and i just don't ever think five would do that to his brother, along with lila not doing that to her legit husband.

also this is lowk how i get a fix of a 60's fame dr, i just don't want to fully experience living in a constant era of the sixties, along with being famous in that way — so this is how i experience it but not for a long period of time.

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