It's been snowing the past couple of days and i keep catching myself wander back to Five as a fellow c-ptsd haver, because it's so much more than just flashbacks
- Five with a complex relationship with his name, having days when he's thinking about choosing a different one, but just forgets about it and stays with "five"
- Feeling like he'll never really belong anywhere and everything is fleeting- Bad days when the intrusive thoughts can't seem to stop, and Klaus was holding that knife so close, with just one movement he could kill him, he could kill any of them, it would be so easy to kill himself, but shUT U P-
- Hyper aware of the fact he's physically younger than his siblings, with how most of them live and the unpredictability of life, he could be burying them the next day again
Hating being alone because it reminds him of the apocalypse, but feeling like he doesn't belong, so he's stuck in a loop
- Sick of losing his family and friends over and over again, with wanting to just make it stop, playing with suicidal ideation
- When the commission day memories are coming back, and he fully remembers *killed so many people*
- Struggling with insomnia and fearing to fall asleep because of the nightmares, sometimes sleep paralysis, when he can see nothing but the faces of people they made seconds before they died, and he can hear the pleading before the shot
- Can't stand the sound of heels against the floor, silence, and complete darkness
- Immediately distrustful to people the second they look at him with a studying expression
- Not remembering majority of his life, like most of it was covered in fog
- Starts to internally panic when anyone raises their voice around him (canon tho)
- Hates the cold and the snow, the dry and unforgiving heat, not really trusting the fireplace either
- Who talks to himself so often because he keeps forgetting others are there
- Angry his life was fucked over by a matter of seconds, and angry at the handler and his father for making him like this
- Getting teary eyes when hit by the realization he survived everything. His childhood. The commission. The apocalypses. He's seen so much, done so much, and he's still kicking.
- With extreme sense of shortened future, not knowing what to do because normally a human doesn't have a restart at 58, that's such a long time but he could die any minute because what if the brain is also that old and will fuck up the young body
- Who panics and blinks away the minute someone reminds him of the handler or his father, be it with clothing, features or mannerism
- Flinching at certain phrases and accents (especially posh london ones)
- Can't stand action and movies around the cold-war era, because of the destruction and bombs, reminding him of the 60s apocalypse, the commission and some cases his apocalypse
- Feeling guilty about leaving his siblings go trough so much shit from their father
- With depersonalization & derealization, or overall disociation, struggling with feeling real, because the body couldn't process it all before
- With memory issues and repressed memories coming back in the middle of the day
- Problems with actually feeling human and belonging somewhere
- Calling bs that someone wants to genuinely hang out with him
- Finally discovering hobbies and what he enjoys
- Feeling disgusted, or thrown off guard by people making gentle, kind or reassuring comments, because "have i gone so soft and bad that people take pity on me?", but hating it, because "they care about you, they're just checking up on you"
- Complex relationship with physical touch, wanting to make up for it, craving it, but hating it at first, slowly easing into it and opening up
- Once comfortable, never letting go of a hug first
- Who seeks happy endings in stories, because it gives hope that his life can turn out still bearable
- Rightfully pissed that he had no childhood and not much of a life either, making up for it now
- Struggling with eating and drinking because he forgets he has stable access to food and water
- Emotional flashbacks and numbing, but goes from 0 to 100 real quick upon sensing a threat
Ever so often slipping back into old apocalypse habits