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Tapolca, Hungary. October 1, 1989 !!

A YOUNG GIRL SAT UPRIGHT ON HER BED, writing. She liked to spend her time this way. Putting down her thoughts so she wouldn't have to keep it in.

Not that she had much to keep in. Her life was simple and uneventful. Sometimes, she wished she could be more.

"Karol, kész az ebéd!(Karol, lunch is ready!)" Her mother called from the kitchen.

She closed her book and set it down on her bed, making her way to eat. The clock on the counter was ticking quietly, it was a peaceful day.

Her mother placed a plate of food in front of her and she immediately dug in. She loved her mother's cooking.

The clock reached 12 o'clock. Karol's mother was serving herself a plate, but was interrupted by screaming.

The teen's stomach had grown and she was terribly distressed. She was giving birth...

ON THE TWELFTH HOUR of the first day of October, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these woman had been pregnant when the day first began.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got eight of them.

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Dallas, Texas. 2019 !!

TARA STEPPED OUT THE CAR AND HELD OUT HER HAND FOR CHARLIE. Charlie took her hand and was pulled out the car.

"Charlie, I've come on the drive but I really don't think I should be there for the actual funeral," Tara shook her head softly and backed away, "I'm sorry."

Charlie sighed and let go of Tara's hand. "It's alright. Go ahead and get something to eat."

Tara stepped back into the car and they drove off. Charlie looked to the ground, her black dress and her heels in view. She readied herself to walk in.

It wasn't like she was scared of the house. She had been in there not too long ago to record a music video for one of her singles. She had an employee convince Pogo to get Grace and her dad to take a vacation far away. Leaving a thank you letter on the front table when they were done.

The first two people in her sight when she stepped in were her sisters, Allison and Vanya.

"Charlie." Allison smiled to her, Vanya slowly turning to see her.

She awkwardly waved. "Hey, guys." She clutched her purse tightly and walked up to the pair. "How've you been... Vanya?"

She hesitated, "Good. You?"

"Doing okay."

Allison playfully scoffed, "Just okay? You were nominated for an Oscar."

"Not that big of a deal," the blonde brushed it off before whispering, "Don't jinx a loss."

The girls laughed and Charlie took a step towards the stairs. "It's really nice to see you two but, I think I'm gonna check out the rooms."

Vanya and Allison silently agreed, letting her leave the floor.

The sound of her heels echoed in the hallway until she reached her old room. There wasn't too much around, very minimalistic. Seemed barren, unlike it did in her memories.

Her desk against the foot of her bed, where she did her school work. Her pens and pencils in a cup, and her books.

The nightstand beside her bed. Small and wooden, the surface was mostly taken up by a lamp.

Her bookshelf on the wall across her bed. Half the shelves were filled. She took all her personal books with her when she left and left the workbooks here.

The walls were empty. Any decorations she had for herself were taken from the room when she moved out.

She sat on the bed, looking around, when she heard a voice from the hallway.

"Klaus?" She could hear him scrambling and saw his head pop into the view of the doorway.

"Charlie!" He held out his arms as an invitation for a hug, which was gladly obliged.

When they broke apart Charlie noticed a flat bracelet around her brother's wrist. "When did you get out?"

"Just last night, don't worry about it. How are you, my little pretzel?"

Charlie giggled and nodded her head with a smile, "I'm alright."

"That's amazing." Klaus' expression was warm looking, despite his dark eyeshadow on his pale skin and his sunken in eyes. Charlie missed the way she always felt happy around him.

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Living room !!

It was awkward and quiet. The only noise being the occasional crackle from the fireplace. The siblings didn't know what to do. None of them had been to a funeral since 2006.

Suddenly, Luther stood. "Um, I guess we should get this started." Everyone looked to him, except Klaus, who was making himself a cocktail. "So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service, in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at Dad's favorite spot."

Allison tilted her head. "Dad had a favorite spot?"

"You know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?"

"Not with dad," Charlie shook her head.

Klaus finally walked to the couch and said something, "Will there be refreshments? Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner."

"What, no." Luther looked very unpleased. "And put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here."

"Is that my skirt?" Allison's voice was slightly raised.

"What? Oh! Yeah, this. I found it in your old room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathey on the bits."

"I can't lie to myself," Charlie leant forward and scooted to the side to make room for Klaus on the couch. "It looks good on you, Klaus."

"Listen up. Still some important things that we need to discuss, alright?"

Diego, who had been completely silent the entire time he was here, questioned Luther.

"Like the way he died."

"And here we go."

Vanya's eyebrow was raised in confusion as her soft voice entered the conversation. "I don't understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack."

"That must've been so painful, my god."

"Yeah, according to the coroner."

"Well, wouldn't they know?"

"Theoretically."

"Luther—"

"I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time I talked to Dad, he sounded strange."

Klaus gurgled out, "Oh, quelle surprise!"

Charlie groaned at her brother's antics. "Luther, I don't need to be around a conspiracy theorist right now."

Allison's focus stayed on Luther, "Strange how?"

"He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust."

Diego wasn't having his bullshit, and Luther was trying to get Klaus to contact their dad. Even though, he was obviously high.

And Luther wouldn't let go of the fact that no one could find the monocle. The monocle their father always wore.

"Where are you going with this?"

Diego got closer to Luther, his eyes burning holes into his brother. "Oh, isn't it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed Dad."

Luther was quiet, he grunted and his face held annoyance in it.

Charlie stood up, "Are you kidding."

"You do."

"How could you think that?" Vanya was calm.

"Great job, Luther. Way to lead." Diego's voice was quiet and condescending, the usual tone.

"That's not what I'm saying—"

"You're crazy, man. You're crazy." They started to leave the room while Charlie stood frozen.

"I'm not finished."

Klaus mocked him, "Sorry; I'm just gonna go murder Mom. Be right back."

Luther struggled to get them to stay, but the only one who did was Charlie. She was quiet.

Luther turned to her, "Charlie, look—"

"How could you think something like that?" She tossed her hands up, shaking her head.

He sighed. "That wasn't what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?" Her arms crossed.

Luther opened his mouth but nothing could come out. He couldn't find a way to explain himself without making it sound worse.

Charlie nodded to him and slowly turned, walking out the same way the rest did.

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17 years ago !!

"This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for Channel 2 News outside of the Capital West bank at Main and Sixth." A man in a big coat spoke into his microphone in front of the camera while surrounded by people recording, "A group of heavily armed men stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages."

Inside, a teen Allison walked to stand beside a grown man, loud and angered.

He turned to see her, "Hey, get back with the others."

Instead of cowering in fear and obeying, like he expected her to, she looked him up and down. "I heard a rumor."

"What?" He leaned closer to hear her better. "What did you say?"

She leaned forward and held her hand up to her mouth, "I heard a rumor that you shot your friend in the foot."

His eyes glossed over and without hesitation, he cocked his gun and did as he was told, shooting twice and killing his friend.

Teenage Luther fell through a piece of glass in the ceiling and beat another man. The boy wore the same uniform as the girl. A blue suit and a mask. The only difference being he wore a pair of blue shorts while the girl wore a plaid skirt.

The boy finished off the man and threw him out a window, to the front of the bank.

"Guns are for sissies. Real men throw knives." Teenage Diego ran into the room and threw 2 knives. The man beside Allison preparing to block them until they turned 90 degrees and shot into someone else.

The kids stood around the front desk while a grown man stood atop it, pointing his gun at them to guard the hostages.

"Get back you freaks!"

"Hey, be careful up there, buddy."

"Get back now!"

Another teen suddenly appeared behind the man, sitting with his legs crossed. "Or what?"

The man pulled his trigger, but before the bullet could reach the boy in front of him, the kid was gone. He kept shooting and didn't notice the boy appearing behind him.

He turned to shoot the boy, but instead of his gun, he had a stapler in his hand. "Ooh! That's one badass stapler!"

The boy shoved it into his face, and the man fell off the surface. He tried to get up but then, he saw himself?

"It's our time." The doppelgänger was smiling creepily. Was he hallucinating?

He tried to touch the figure but then his hand was grabbed and his arm was broken. He yelped in pain and shut his eyes tight.

And when they opened, a teenage Charlie kicked his crotch and winced.

"That looks like it hurt."

Later, their brother showed up, an unsure boy that they lured to a room of robbers inside, stealing money.

The kids and the hostages waited for him to enter the room. "Do we really have to do this?" He asked uncomfortably.

"Come on, Ben." Luther's voiced echoed in the building. "There's more guys in the vault."

"You got this!" Charlie held her thumbs up in Ben's direction."

Ben sighed, "I didn't sign up for this."

He opened the door and walked in while the others let the hostages go. From outside the vault, all you could see were massive, long, snake-like things slapping the criminals around and leaving blood everywhere.

Then Ben opened the door just enough for him to peak his top half through, absolutely covered in blood. His breathing shaky.

"Can we go home now?"

"Get some of that blood off first." Luther answered and they all walked to the front of the building.

They walked out and seemed to be posing for all the cameras pointed at them.

"Who are you?"

"How did you get in the bank?"

"Can you tell us what happened inside?"

They didn't answer any of the questions and waited for Reginald to come. They were given jackets and scarves to protect them from the cold outside and they stood in a formation while their father performed a speech to the public.

"Our world is changing. Has changed. There are some among us, gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary." The kids smiled proudly while Reginald described them. "I have adopted seven such children. I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy."

Reporters suddenly were all asking questions. "Mr. Hargreeves. Channel 9 News. What happened to their parents?"

"They were suitably compensated."

"Are you concerned about the welfare of the children?"

"Of course. As I am for the fate of the world."

The kids stood and posed together for pictures. This was their big debut. The time they'd been training and waiting for, for years.

And finally, everyone knew who they were.

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Present day !!

Charlie laid on her old bed. It was comfortable, as comfortable as it had been when she was younger. She remembered her last day in the house.

She was 19, she was making enough money from her music to live alone. She wanted nothing more than to get away from Reginald.

She laid on her bed until she was messaged by a friend, telling her they were waiting in their car outside. She was finally leaving to be on her own.

Her eyes were closed and all of a sudden, she could hear music coming from Luther's room. It was a good song. She bobbed her head along to the beat, eventually dancing on her feet. She shimmied, jumping up and down and twirling.

All of a sudden, the power went out and Charlie could see flashes from outside. She watched a mirror of hers fly to the wall, then a pair of scissors.

She rushed outside to the courtyard with everyone else.

Charlie's eyes quickly adjusted to the brightness of... whatever that was. "What the hell is that?"

Vanya asked the same, and Allison yelled, "Don't get too close!" While pulling Luther back.

"Yeah, no shit!"

"Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly." Everyone was silent. "Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two."

"Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan!"

"Anyone else see trees?" Charlie almost tripped trying to get a closer look.

Klau ran out the house with a fire extinguisher. "Out of my way!" He tried to use it on the portal-looking blue thing but was unsuccessful, so he threw it in.

Allison shook her head at him, "What is that gonna do?"

Klaus shrugged. "I don't know, you have a better idea?"

There was thunder-like cracking and an elderly man looked to be trying to get through it. Luther and Diego pushed the rest behind them. Low screams were heard as they watched the man turn into a small boy and he fell out.

The loud sound source disappeared and they all slowly made their way closer to the boy. He stood.

"Does anyone else see... little Number Five or is that just me?" Klaus thought out loud.

Five looked at himself, his clearly oversized suit on his tiny body.

"Shit."

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The kitchen !!

The siblings were all gathered in the house kitchen, a small room that didn't look as grand as the rest of the house. Probably because no one was usually in there besides Grace.

Five grabbed sliced bread from the shelves, "What's the date? The exact date."

"The 24th."

"Of what?"

"March."

He paused. "Good."

They all stood on the opposite side of Five, watching him closely.

"So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther's gaze was stuck on Five, as everybody else's was.

They watched Five lay down the bread slices, completely silent. Luther stood up annoyed.

"It's been 17 years."

Five looked to his brother and scoffed, "It's been a lot longer than that." He moved to walk into Luther, blinking in time to grab a bag of marshmallows.

"I haven't missed that."

"Where'd you go?"

"The future." He blinked again to save the 2 seconds it would've taken him to walk back to the table. "It's shit, by the way."

"Called it."

Charlie raised her hand lazily. "How far? Am I still pretty?"

"I should've listened to the old man." Five sighed, ignoring the question and grabbing a jar of peanut butter from the fridge. "You know, jumping through space is one thing. Jumping through time is a toss of the dice."

He set down to jar after opening it and looked to Klaus for a bit.

"Nice dress."

"Oh! Well, danke!"

Vanya signaled the teen's attention to herself, "Wait, how did you get back?"

"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."

"That makes no sense." Diego's gravely voice was low while everyone watched Five assemble his sandwich. Peanut butter and marshmallows.

"Well, it would if you were smarter." Diego stood up but was held back by Luther. Quick tempter. Charlie thought.

"How long were you there?"

"45 years. Give or take."

The brothers slowly sat down in disbelief.

Charlie's eyes were wide. "So what are you saying? That you're... 58?"

"No, my conscience was js 58. Apparently my body is now 13 again." He finished his sandwich and walked towards a wall.

"Stream 17 Again." Charlie spoke under her breath.

"How does that even work?"

"Delores kept saying the equations were off." He shrugged and took a bite. "Bet she's laughing now."

Charlie's lips curled, "Who's Delores?"

Five ignored his sister and picked up the newspaper on the table. "Guess I missed the funeral."

"How'd you know about that?"

"What part of the future do you not understand?" Charlie snorted at Luther's face. "Heart failure, huh?"

"Yeah."

"No."

Five chuckled and put down the paper, "Nice to see nothings changed." He walked to the doorway, out the kitchen.

Allison turned around, "That's it? That's all you have to say?"

"What else is there to say! Circle of life."

"Well... that was interesting."

"Anyone else remember him being that much of an asshole when we were younger?"

"Can't say I don't not remember that."

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The courtyard !!

Everyone carried umbrellas to protect themselves from the rain, Charlie was particularly worried because she hadn't put on any water resistant makeup. What a rookie mistake.

"Did something happen?" Grace smiled, completely oblivious.

"Dad died. Remember?"

"Oh. Yes, of course." Her smile dropped and she suddenly seemed a lot sadder than before.

Allison looked to Diego, he was soaked due to the fact that he refused to grab an umbrella, "Is Mom okay?"

"Yeah, yeah she's fine." He looked to Grace to see her deadpan expression. "She just needs to rest. Y'know, recharge."

Pogo's cane thumped on the wet dirt, and he looked to Luther. "Whenever you're ready, dear boy."

Luther opened the urn and flipped it. Everyone watched as the ashes fell to the ground. Pretty disappointing.

"Probably would've been better with some wind." Allison sighed.

"Does anyone wish to speak?" Everyone was silent. They all figured it wouldn't be smart to shit talk a newly dead man, but none had anything good to say to about Reginald.

"Very well. In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master... and my friend, and I shall miss him very much." The speech alone was almost enough to make Charlie tear up. Key word: almost. "He leaves behind a complicated memory—"

"He was a monster." Klaus laughed, though he laughed at a lot, it wasn't very hard to make him laugh. "He was a bad person and a worse father."

Charlie whispered to Klaus, "He wasn't really a father."

"The world's better off without him."

"Diego."

"My name is Number Two. You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names. He had Mom do it." He laughed out the painful reminders. A pretty common coping mechanism.

"Would anyone like something to eat?"

"No, it's okay, Mom."

"Oh, okay."

"Look, you wanna pay your respects? Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was."

Charlie rolled her eyes and took a step forward, "Come on, Diego—"

"No. Number Eight."

Charlie's mouth closed, she felt her nose burn and tears well up in her eyes.

Luther stared straight into Diego's soul. His eyes filled with pure hatred. "You should stop talking."

Charlie quickly blinked her eyes over and over to stop herself from crying, and when that failed she simply wiped her eyes.

Searching her jacket for a mirror, she fixed her makeup as well as she could with just her hand. There was no way she'd let her makeup be ruined.

"He had to ship you a million miles away," Diego inched closer to Luther.

"Diego, stop talking."

"That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!" Diego shoved his finger onto Luther chest and Luther grabbed it, pushing it away while reaching to punch Diego and failing.

"Boys! Stop this at once!"

"You assholes, this doesn't get anything done!" Charlie screamed paced in a circle while everyone watched.

They all watched their brothers fight, ending in Luther's attempt to punch Diego breaking Ben's memorial statue.

"Diego, no!"

Vanya's yelling didn't phase her brother as he pulled out a knife and threw it at Luther, grazing his arm and causing it to bleed.

It was at this point that Charlie had enough and left. She walked inside and put down her umbrella while forcing her hair out of its bun.

She was sick of this family already. She escaped the prison feel once before, she could do it again. Leave and never ever come back.

She stared at the tattoo on her wrist. The symbol of the Umbrella Academy, the one she had since she was 14. She always hated the sight of it, but a part of her didn't let her remove it or cover it up.

Plus, some fans loved when they could have a picture with her showing the tattoo. And she wouldn't want to disappoint her fans.

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Dylan speaks !!

FINALLY FINISHED sorry it took so long, for anyone who wanted to read this. We don't gotta talk about the fact that this took 3-4 days to write tho lol

Btw, I'm gonna be calling Viktor Vanya and using she/her pronouns until s3. Srry if that's offensive or smth idk but I js feel like it might be a bit confusing and I js feel like having it that way.

Anyways, guess I'll see you tua fans next time I update 🤷🏻‍♀️ bye byee