You were spread out on the floor like a starfish, limbs extending in every which way. Every time you had to inhale you tensed up, awaiting the sharp sensation in your stomach, but when it didn't come, you sighed in relief.

Klaus was sat by your feet, playing with your socks absentmindedly. It was annoying, but if you moved, the ache that had dulled since you woke would flare up and you didn't want that.
Not worth the pain.

You wanted to be back in your warm, safe bed. The past few days have been tiring and you wanted nothing but to curl up with your blanket and sleep for days straight.

Apparently, you slept for "long enough" according to Luther after you were patched up; the poison taken from your system. I don't think five hours is 'long enough'.

When Luther woke you and practically ripped you from the bed, you wanted to ask why, but the knowing glance he sent was enough to kick start your mind.
Oh, yeah, apocalypse in three days.

So, here you are, spread out on the living room floor with your siblings — minus Five and Vanya. The bloody clothes from yesterday were long gone and you were in a new pair of jeans (blue this time) and a white tank top. You found yourself checking the pockets for your twenty dollars — the bill safely in your back pocket.

"Three days?" Allison asked, coming back from the front door. She had bags of food and cups of coffee in her hands.

"That's what Five said," Luther said, taking a cup from her. You declined when she offered you one.

"The old bastard did mention the apocalypse, come to think of it," Klaus chimed in, reaching up for his own cup. "He just left out the part about how soon."

No he didn't, you wanted to say but the effort that would take was beyond you.

"But can we trust him?" Allison gestured her hand forward. "I don't know if you've noticed, but Five's a little..." she trails off with a whistle and everyone got what she meant.

They think he's insane.
"He was pretty-"
"He's telling the truth," you cut Luther off and held up a hand before Diego could say something along the lines of "of course, you'd side with Five".

"Those assassins, Hazel and Cha-Cha, wouldn't be after Five if he was lying," you said, grunting softly and you sat up from the floor, bringing your hands to your lap. "They're keen on stopping him, he's not the only one," your voice dipped out on the last part and no one heard what you said.

"That's why they were after him," Diego asked. He sat behind you, arm in a cast. Apparently he dislocated it in the crash yesterday. Good to know I'm not the only one injured.

"What did Five even see," Allison asked. You and Luther snapped to connect gazes. Your stomach clenched and it wasn't out of pain. Luther's eyes glazed over and he opened and closed his mouth multiple times before getting any words out.

"Uh... apparently, we all fought together against whoever was responsible." He cut himself short and everyone notices.
He clicks his tongue to try and move past his awkward pause. "Okay. So, here's the plan, we-"

"Whoa, wait, what?"
"Hold on, hold on, hold on."
"Wait a tick, wait a tick."

You snort into your hand.
He's fucked, now.

"Yeah, Luther," you look up at him with feigned innocence.  "What happened the first time." Your teasing voice combated the seriousness of what had actually happened.

"Come on, big boy, spit it out," Diego pushed.

Luther looked like a lost puppy, eyes wide and glossy, lips pouted. He stared down at his cup of coffee and was quick to take a sip the second the words came out. "We died."

"What was that," Allison asked and you started snickering. The movement made your stab wound hurt but you didn't care.
He's so screwed!

Luther chokes on his coffee.
"I said, we, uh, we died."

Everyone looks down at the sudden news, having trouble believing it but they know not to deny his words. You stop chuckling, feeling it's not the time and place for your humor.

Diego's eyes were the size of saucers and you wondered if it hurt to keep them that wide. Luther looked down at you, lips pulled into an awkward smile.

In turn, you stood -slowly- and shrugged at him, searching through the bags of food. Something to eat would be sufficient. You also poured a glass of water for yourself.

"Is anyone going to say anything," you asked to break the silence, chomping down on a few pastries. It was nice to have something in your system. Other than poison. You've lived off small snacks and barely enough water for the amount of energy you've exerted the fast few days. I had such a healthy routine before.

Everyone crowds around you and the bar.
"Is it just us?"
"It's everybody."
"In the house?"
"The whole planet?"
"Yes-No!"

"Hey."

Everyone turns away from the conversation and towards Vanya, who seemed to suddenly appear in the living room. This man was by her side, smiling a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Who's that?

"What's going on," Vanya asked.
Allison hesitated, eyes switching between the man next to Vanya and Luther. "It's uh... family matter."

You wince at her word choice and see Vanya sink back. "A family matter? So you couldn't bother to include me."

"No, it's not like that, we were-"
"Don't let me interrupt," she cut Luther off and started walking for the front door. The man kept smiling as if nothing was wrong.

"Vanya, wait," you said and let Allison finish the sentence for you.
"We'll fill you in later when we're alone."

"Please, please, don't bother." You gulped at her tone of voice.
She's hurt.
"And I won't either."

"Vanya, that's not fair," Allison said and you took a step towards your sisters. Wrong word choice, Allison.

"Fair?" Theres nothing fair about being your sister."
Your stomach dropped and you winced in pain.

"I have been left out of everything for as long as I can remember." Vanya trails her eyes over everybody. Your face falls when she catches your gaze. "I used to think it was Dad's fault, but he's dead. So it turns out you're the assholes."

She slinked out of the room and the man stayed back, silently judging you with his eyes before he smirks and leaves the room after Vanya.

"Ouch," Klaus mutters.
You walk back to the bar and sip on your glass of water.

"We can't worry about her, right now. We need to figure out what caused the apocalypse," Luther says and Allison stops her advance for Vanya.
"There's so many possibilities, how are we supposed to figure it out in so little time," you ask, shifting to rest your weight on one leg.

We need to figure this out quick, I still need to find Rob again.

You had more questions for him, and since you lost the folder (sometime while you were passed out, it disappeared) you had to find out the old fashion way; no books or papers could tell you what you needed this time.

"I'm thinking this is about the moon, right?"

The second those words came from Luther you sighed.
It was a possibility.
A very small one.
But the thought of it being caused by the moon was ridiculous. Maybe we should leave this to Five. Your eyebrows furrowed and you tuned out of the current conversation.

Where is Five?
Last you saw him was stepping out of the ice cream truck; he was standing with the Handler. But when time unpaused he was gone, along with the trash bag person who stabbed you. I will forever hold a grudge on her.

"The first thing we need to do is find his research."
You snapped out of your thoughts when Klaus raised a hand and stopped Luther with, "hold on."

"We all died fighting this thing the first time around. Remember," Klaus said, holding his stomach in a way that looked painful. He has a point, but is he okay?

"Klaus, shockingly, has a point," Diego said. He twisted around a small knife. "What gives us the win this time?"

"Five," Luther bluntly said. "Last time we didn't have him. We weren't all together."
You nodded your head in agreement. 
"This time, we'll have full force of the Umbrella Academy. That's what we need."

"Yeah," you interjected. "Where is Five, though?"
"Well, he had a plan to change the timeline. He'll be back soon?"

He went with the Handler to change the time line? The person who is trying to kill me for 'helping him'?
It didn't make sense, but you didn't want to question him. The series of events that have been happening since he came back must be all for a good end game. I hope so.

"I'm going after Hazel and Cha-Cha," Diego said and you perked you're head up. That might be useful to me.

"What, right now?" Luther asked.
You stood and grabbed another pastry to eat as you followed him.

"Three days. I'm losing light by the minute."
"I'm coming with you," you said and Diego stopped to turn around.
"Like hell you are."

"Diego," Luther said before Diego could say something else to you. "I know you want to avenge your friend, but we got a bigger problem here."

"She wasn't just some friend! If I'm gonna die, I need to know I killed those bastards first," he sneered and turned back for the front doors. "Y/n, you're staying."

"Like hell I am," you used his own words on him. "I, actually, need to do the same thing you are."

He grunts and turns back to face you, lips pulled into a snarl. "No, you're not!"

His hands find your shoulders and he gives them a rough shove, pushing you back. You trip over your feet and fail to balance yourself.

The second you hit the floor, everything goes dark.