A/N: Chapter heavily inspired by the work of @peachyhxlland! Go check them out, their work is legit amazing! Like, can I have your talent-
Your P.O.V.
The numbers dinged, indicating the movement of the elevator. Suddenly, a disgusting smell filled the small elevator. "Ewww," I whined, burying my nose in Five's chest. "Oh my god, Luther! That smells amazing," said Klaus, making me laugh into Five's chest. "Jesus Luther," groaned Five, dropping his head down to place his face into my hair. Diego was laughing a little and Allison was gagging. "Sorry, I'm nervous," said Luther as we all protested and whined in disgust. As soon as the elevator doors opened, everyone rushed out to avoid the disgusting smell. "Nasty! I'm choking," said Five. "Stop being overdramatic," I said jokingly to Five. "I'm not being overdramatic," said Five, literally choking. I rolled my eyes at him. "Did you roll your eyes at me," said Five, playfully glaring at me. "Yes I did, because you are a 58-year-old man who is acting like a child," I said, sticking my tongue out at him. "I'll show you who's the child," muttered Five before scooping me up and placing me on his shoulder. "Fiveeeee, let me down," I groaned, facing the rest of the family. "Someone help me," I said, and the family only chuckled in response. "All right, when dad gets here, I'll do the talking," said Five, ignoring my protests. I gave up on trying to get down and tried to keep my hair out of my face instead (if possible). "Got a few questions for him myself," said Diego. "Hey, we don't wanna scare him off. He might be able to help us stop doomsday, get us home," said Five before placing me on one of the chairs.
"No, we need to figure out why he's planning on killing the president," said Diego. "I'm sure that will go well. 'Hey dad, just wondering why are you planning on killing the president of America in 3 days.'," I said, rolling my eyes. "And this is a matter of life and death, you imbecile," said Five. "Okay, yeah, maybe we should take turns talking. Yeah? Here, whoever has got this conch shell gets to talk," said Vanya, holding up a large and beautiful conch shell. I then noticed the beach theme in the room. "Vanya, we don't have time for a debate, okay," said Five, agitated. "Maybe I should lead. We all know I am a better public speaker than the rest," said Allison, taking the shell from Vanya. "Okay, daddy's girl," said Diego. "Kinky," I said before giggling. Diego smiled and rolled his eyes playfully, and I crossed my eyes back at him. "Jealous, number 2," asked Allison. "Well, he is a mommy's boy. Kinky. He is also on some whole journey about no numbers and team 0, even though Five's name is literally a number," I said, chuckling a little. "Sadly, your name is no longer Number Five, but smartass. I apologize for any inconvenience caused," I said, shrugging and smiling playfully at Five. A small smile graced his lips as he groaned in disbelief. "Uh, devil child. You don't have the conch," said Luther, a hint of a smile on his lips. I rolled my eyes and got up to grab the conch shell. I sat back down with the conch shell, placing my ear at the entrance of the shell. I could hear the sea in the shell. "It's so cool how there are literally thousands of seashells in the sea, but you can still hear the whole sea in a seashell. I find it beautiful how the smallest of things can contain the biggest things in the world," I said, smiling a little at the comforting noise. I looked at Five to see him gazing at me softly, a small smile on his lips. I winked at him, keeping the shell on the table and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear (if possible).
Suddenly the double doors slammed open, and in walked Sir Reginald Hargreeves himself. Suddenly everyone went quiet. The man had a powerful aura, his monocle poised perfectly in front of his eye, his suit spotless and his cold eyes scanning around the room. I hadn't even met this man, but my blood ran cold. I placed both my hand on my lap, picking at my nails out of nervousness. He sat down almost exactly in front of me. Five sat down next to me as the rest of the family hurried to take their places. The room settled in 15 seconds.
"Not only have you burglarized my lab, set my chimp loose, conned your way into the Mexican consulate, repeatedly stalked and attacked me, but you have, on numerous occasions, called me-," said Reginald without any greeting before being interrupted by Klaus sitting down and saying, "Hey, pop. How's it hanging?" "Dad," finished Reginald, his gaze frozen. "My reconnaissance tells me, you're not CIA, not KGB, certainly not MI5, so. Who are you," he asked, looking around at each of us. "I mean, they're probably your children if they are addressing you as Dad. Doubt anyone would want to call you Dad for no reason, especially not CIA or something," I said, resisting the urge to roll my eyes at the obvious statement. "We're from the future," interrupted Five, knowing how snarky I could be. "In 1989, you adopted us all and trained us to fight against the end of the world. Called us the Umbrella Academy," said Five. Everyone else was just sitting awkwardly, not saying a single word. "Why on Earth would I adopt seven-," said Reginald before being interrupted by Allison saying, "Eight. One of us isn't here" "Dead. One of us is dead," said Diego morosely. "Yeah, babababababa, enough of that now," said Klaus, which made me wonder whether Klaus had been entirely truthful about Ben not being here. Reginald looked at Klaus in confusion.
"Regardless, what would possess me to adopt eight ill-mannered malcontents," asked Reginald. "You did not adopt me. I am you... grandkid, I guess? Which is kinda weird if you think about it," I said, glancing at Five. "We all have special abilities," said Five, placing one of his hands on my clasped hands to keep me from saying anything else. "Special? In what sense," asked Reginald. "In the superpower sense," said Luther. "Call me old-fashioned, but I'm a stickler for a pesky little thing called evidence. Show me," said Reginald, folding his hands on the table. "Everybody wants to see powers all of a sudden," scoffed Allison. "We're not circus animals, okay? We're not gonna bounce balls on our noses and clap our hands like seals for your amusement," said Luther aggressively. "Kinky," I muttered under my breath, making Five turn to me and look at me with an incredulous expression before chuckling a little and turning back to face his dad.
Suddenly, a knife went rushing past us and narrowly missed Reginald before turning around and flying towards me.