Note: To avoid people getting confused, (y/n) aka you the reader is 19 and Five is 18.

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(y/n) - your name

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It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids like you. Should be burning in hell.

Sike!

The night breeze was cool and comforting as it drafted through the open balcony doors, contrasting against the heat of the water as I stood before the stove cooking noodles for dinner. Easy and simple and quite frankly, something I was craving for anyway. I look over at my tv with a smile as I see a favourite scene of mine, the music playing and I bop my head to the rhythm. I sang along to the song that was playing, dancing on my feet to the beat and spun around in the kitchen as I waited for the noodles to finish cooking.

"Even old New York was once New Amsterdam. Why they changed it I can't say, people just liked it better that way."

I rush over to my tv to put the volume up as much as I could without scaring my neighbours about the gunshots that shot out during the song, watching Five jump around and easily kill the horde of Commissioners in the donut store. Umbrella Academy was playing again for-to be honest I lost count of how many times I've watched it but it was my favourite show ever. I head back to the kitchen, glancing at my laptop that was waiting for me to finish up my report but I really didn't feel like it. Not today. I had time to do it later on so might as well just relax today.

I excitedly turned the stove off once my noodles were done, grabbing my laptop to head to the couch. I could have it all to myself since my little sister was out with mum for teacher-parent interviews, so I was home alone and chilling. 

Not like I hate it being alone.

I love having the house to myself.

Before I could even hold the pot handle, there were sudden sparks and I stumbled back against the counter in fear that I might have burned something in the kitchen. "What the fuck!?" I hiss when the sparks burst out brighter, glowing blue and crackling and I cover my eyes quickly when the blue light bursts out in a ripple. The light didn't burn me but that didn't stop me from panicking about what on earth could've caused an explosion like that. The light seemed to fade away, shivering from the sudden gust of cold wind biting at my exposed skin that wasn't covered in my hoodie and trackies. I slowly opened my eyes when I hear the soft wind howling, blinking away the blurry vision.

What the hell!?

Why am I outside!?

How am I outside!?

I look around in confusion at the fact I was outdoors when I swore I was inside my apartment, looking up at the grey sky covered in clouds. It was cold, very cold and I shuddered from the harsh winds, my bare feet prickling against the wet grass beneath me. 

"Where the hell am I? How do I get home?" I exclaim, scrambling to search my pockets and sighing in relief that I had my phone, looking up my location but it was fritzing on me. "Come on!" I smack it in annoyance, trying to use my mobile data on my laptop but even that couldn't show me where I was. "Maybe I can ask someone...?"

I look around, wondering which way was the exit of the supposed backyard I was in. I just started walking, soon hearing faint yelling in the distance ahead of me and I followed it. The panic quickly settled in from how I couldn't recognise the environment so I knew I was nowhere close to home, just out in the open with my devices and apparently my fork in hand.

I push some tree branches up, freezing in utter confusion when I saw where the yelling was coming from. It was just a group of people and I squint at them as they surrounded something, speed walking over to them hoping they could help me. I walked closer to the group, glancing especially at this one massive-looking guy with a large hulk-like body easily towering over everyone.

I move away from him, terrified of asking him for help. "Uh hello..." I gulp, my voice quiet and I clear my throat to speak up clearer again but no one looks my way.

Rude...

"Excuse me. Hello!?" I call out much louder this time and two people from the group suddenly raise their heads, looking straight at me.

No fucking way...

I take in a sharp breath when I instantly recognised the lanky high sibling and the emo-looking sibling, the both of them looking at me in confusion.

Klaus!?

Ben!?

"Wait no, Robert and Justin?" I mutter out as I step away from the group and they do the same.

"Wait, can you see me?" Justin asks and I nod slowly. Both actors widen their eyes before Justin looks at Robert in shock. "You're seeing what I'm seeing too right?" he asks the taller male.

"A random person dressed as a hobo? Yeah." Robert answers back and I narrow my eyes at them.

"Hey! That's uncalled for!" I snap and they both jump back from my annoyed tone.

"Is it just me or does anyone else also see a teenage Five?" someone else from the group behind me suddenly asks and I whirl around in shock when I heard that.

Wait, Five?

Are they filming-wait, no. The first season is done already.

Are they reshooting?

I walk around closer to the group of people, ignoring Justin's and Roberts confused looks. "Is everyone just ignoring me or-" I shudder when the large hulk-like person walked straight through me. Like legit just through me! "-what..." I stumble back from the sharp woosh of cold, feeling like the air was ripped from me as the figure just kept walking off. My heart was suddenly racing erratically, hunched over as I tried to catch my breath and my mind racing at what the hell was going on.

Full-blown panic sets in my body as another person walks through me like it was nothing and I struggle to breathe, my mind screaming at me that I wasn't alive anymore. I feel hands hold my arms gently and quickly pull me away from the group, turning to see that it was Justin as he frowns at me and holds my shoulders.

"Easy, just breathe. Calm down and just focus on breathing in and out ok." he says softly and I feel instant relief that I could feel him squeeze my shoulders, not going through me.

"H-how did they w-walk through me?" I stutter out and he keeps me focused on him.

"Breathe. Just breathe first." I do as he asks, taking in deep breaths and letting them out slowly as Justin rubbed my back softly to ease me. 

"I've never seen a ghost like you act like this before." I go cold and turn to Robert when he said that, wondering what he meant.

"Excuse me what!?" He narrows his eyes at me like he was confused at why I was so confused.

"A ghost. You're dead mi amigo. You bit the dust. Kicked the bucket-"

"-I'm not dead! I'm not supposed to be dead! I'm 19 for god's sake!" Justin and Robert look at each other with worry. "I was just fine a few minutes ago before I was blinded by this blue light! I was just at home cooking noodles! How do I die from cooking!?"

"Well someone could've stabbed you with a knife." Robert shrugs and I glare at him.

"Do I look like someone shanked me!?" I stand up straight, arms up still holding my laptop and fork. "I have no wounds on me!"

"Maybe someone poisoned-"

"-I call bullshit. I didn't even get to eat my noodles and I was home alone! And what are you guys doing? Why are you re-filming the pilot?"

"The what now?" Robert now just looks at me like I was crazy.

"Robert, you know. The first episode of a series. A pilot."

"My name's Klaus, Crazy. Not this Robert person."

What?

WHAT!?

"Yeah, and I'm Ben. What's your name?" I look at Justin-uh Ben in confusion when he stepped back from me.

Are they too deep in their characters that they now think they are them?

Have they officially lost it?

"Uh, (y/n)..." I mutter out.

"Well, nice to meet you Crazy but we better head in. It's fucking cold outside." Klaus shook my hand like we weren't just discussing about a pilot episode and walked back inside the large house that I now realised was behind me.

"Yeah, can we head inside and talk? My feet are freezing!" I jump from foot to foot and Ben looks even more confused if that was possible.

"You can feel the temperature!? The dead aren't able to do that!"

"I'm not dead!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air in frustration before I quickly run inside the house to avoid the cold with the brothers trailing after me. I move to follow Klaus and Ben into the kitchen and I finally see the others also walking towards the kitchen. "Holy shit. The whole cast is here." I peek around to see everyone, standing with them around the dining table as Klaus jumped up to sit on the table. I wave my hand in front of Allison's face but she doesn't react to me at all and I frown, looking at everyone in their costumes.

Can they really not see me?

Am I actually dead?

Maybe a really realistic dream?

I pinch myself hard and hiss at the shock of pain I felt on my arm.

Ok... not dreaming...

Wait, did I end up in the show-no that's not right...

Did I somehow teleport to an alternate universe where these fictional characters are actually real!?

Holy shit.

I'm in Umbrella Academy.

I'm in the show.

HOW DO I GET BACK HOME!?

I DON'T WANT TO BE STUCK HERE WITH THE APOCALYPSE!

"Jesus fucking christ." I grumble under my breath, moving to sit down on a stool. I push my hand against it and surprisingly I don't phase through, sitting on it normally while Five flitted around the kitchen absolutely starved. He was desperate, searching for some familiar comfort food and I tune in to what he was saying.

Even though I know what he's going to talk about...

"What's the date? The exact date?" Five asks as he sets down the cutting board and a knife, watching him grab the bread. I stared at him, looking at how stressed he was.

"The 24th."

"Of what?"

"March." Vanya answered Five again and he nods.

"Good." he breathes out almost in relief and I frown. 

It was strange... seeing someone I was just watching on screen actually now just be making a sandwich while standing right in front of me. He was so much closer, his voice clearer, face... still weary with worry. 

"So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Five ignores Luther, moving to start making his famous peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich as he took out two slices of bread.

I want to try that so bad...

"It's been 12 years!" Luther exclaims as he got up from his seat in annoyance and Five just stops, sighing deeply. I noticed his hands shake before he laid them flat on the table, holding the edge like he was just bracing himself. He was shaking in general and my frown deepened, instinctively reaching over to him. I stopped myself when I touched his left hand, pulling back quickly as he turned to look at Luther.

Five scoffed at his brother as he turned to face him, gingerly touching his hand. "It's been a lot longer than that." he rolls his eyes as he steps forward to the physically bigger brother before teleporting. 

Luther sighs outs. "I haven't missed that." Five lands behind him to search the shelves, grabbing a packet of marshmallows and teleporting back to his spot at the table.

"Where'd you go?" Diego asks.

"The future. It's shit by the way." 

"Called it!" Klaus says and I smile softly at his wackiness.

"I should've listened to the old man." Five sighs as he walks towards the fridge, opening it up to take out the peanut butter and shuts the door. "You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice." He comes back to the table, opening up the lid.

"Yeah, you never acorned." I snicker and Five perks up slightly almost as if he heard me, shaking his head before resuming his sandwich building. I tried to grab a marshmallow but my fingers just phase through it.

Well, this is depressing.

I keep my hands to myself, deciding to just observe for now and not mess up this universe by interacting. "Nice dress." Five compliments Klaus and I chuckle softly at the familiar interaction.

"Oh, well, danke!" the lanky brother grins as he plays with the lapels, Vanya shaking her head and trying to get the conversation back on topic.

"Wait, how did you get back?" she asks.

"In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time." 

After hearing this line from multiple rewatches, I managed to finally somewhat understand what Five meant by this.

"I don't get it..." Diego says and Five scoffs mockingly.

"Well, it would if you were smarter."

Ouch.

Luther quickly got up and prevented Diego from whooping their physically younger brother's ass when he shot up from his seat. "How long were you there?" the physically bigger brother asks.

"40 years. Give or take." Diego and Luther slowly move to sit back down in shock as everyone else stares at Five in surprise.

"So what are you saying? That you're 58!?"

"No, my consciousness is 58. Apparently, my body is 18 again." Five explains again, frustrated that his family couldn't keep up with him. He finished making his sandwich and walked off in a dramatic way with the said sandwich in hand.

"Wait, how does that even work?" Vanya asks, still lost.

"Dolores kept saying the equations were off. Eh. Bet she's laughing now." Five says to himself with a soft laugh, finally taking a bite of his sandwich.

Boy, I would've gobbled that down in double time.

The younger brother walks back to the table, picking up the newspaper to read over it quickly. "Guess I missed the funeral."

"How'd you know about that?" Luther asks.

"What part of the future do you not understand?" Five and I scoff at the same time.

Luther, you monkey-brained doofus.

"Heart failure?" He asks and Diego and Luther give two different answers.

"Yeah."

"No."

"Hmm. Nice to see nothing's changed." Five walks off and I hop off the stool.

"Yeah except one thing..." I mutter and follow him out of the kitchen, saying something about the circle of life to Allison. Klaus and Ben also follow me since they had nothing better to do really and I was the most interesting thing that's happened so far. "He really does walk like a grumpy old man." I snicker to them as they chuckle softly, mocking Five's walk as I raise my shoulders up a bit and stomping like him when I see him suddenly stop walking in the foyer. 

He turns around and raises a brow. "Who are you?"

Wait, can he see me?

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