After just getting back from the apocalypse you find that the Hargreeves are all back at the umbrella accademy to mourn the death of their father Reginald. Only just getting back you stuggle with the memories of being alone in the apocalypse, and th...
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"No, we need to figure this out," Diego says, as Luther goes over how they all die in the future. But I don't pay attention because everyone is asking too many questions.
"Hey," I hear Vanya causing me and the others to all turn around. "What's going on?"
"It's a family matter," Allison answers.
"A family matter. So you couldn't bother to include me?" Vanya says.
"No, Allison didn't mean it like that," I say. "We were-"
"Don't let me interrupt," Vanya says walking away.
"Vanya wait," Me and Allison say.
"I'll fill you in later when we're alone," Allison says.
"Please, please don't bother. And I won't either,"
"Vanya, that's not fair," Allison says.
"Fair?" Vanya asks. "There's nothing fair about being your sister. I have been left out of everything for as long as I can remember." Vanya pauses for a moment catching her breath. "And I used to think it was Dad's fault, but he's dead. So it turns out you're the assholes."
"Vanya please let us-" I say, trying to stop her.
"You too, Y/N," She snaps, turning back to me. "I thought you were different, that you didn't care whether I had powers or not...but it turns out you're just like the rest of them."
And with that Vanya turns and walks away. Standing there shocked and hurt I just watch as she leaves.
"I'm gonna go find Vanya and explain," Allison says ready to follow her.
"No, wait, there isn't time," Luther says. "We need to figure out what causes the apocalypse. Now, there are loads of possibilities. Nuclear war, asteroids."
Turning away from the door, I look back at Luther.
"But I'm thinking this is about the moon. Right? Dad must have sent me up there for a reason," Luther says.
"And what makes you think Reginald had any idea about the apocalypse?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I don't know," Luther answers. "Maybe if I find his research I cou-"
"Hold on. Hold the phone," Klaus interrupts. "We all died fighting this thing the first time around, remember?"
"Klaus, shockingly, has a point," Diego agrees. "What gives us a win this time?"
Just then the lights begin to flicker before Five appears dropping onto the counter of the bar. A briefcase lying under him. I just stand there shocked.
"You guys, am I still high, or do you see him too?" Klaus asks.
"Five," I say, shocked, running over to him.
Groaning Five rolls off the bar counter falling off. Reaching my arms out I grab Five underneath his arms helping him up before he hit the ground.
"Five, where have you been?" Luther asks.
"Are you alright?" I ask worriedly, helping him stand.
"Who did this?" Luther asks.
"Irrelevant," Is all that Five says before he regains his balance, grabbing the coffee out of Allison's hands beside me.
As Five walks away a couple of feet in front of us I notice he has a limp. But I don't question it yet. Me and the others just stare as Five chugs down Allison's coffee with his back turned to us.
"So, the apocalypse is in three days," Five says breathing heavily after he had just finished the coffee. "The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us."
"The Umbrella Academy?"
"Yeah, but with me and Y/N, obviously. So if everyone, except for Y/N doesn't get their sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed," Five says. "Who cares if Dad messed us up? Are we gonna let that define us?"
Five waits for a moment before answering himself. "No. And to give us a fighting chance to see next week, I've come back with a lead. I know who's responsible for the apocalypse."
Reaching into his pocket Five pulls out a folded piece of paper before holding it out toward me. Looking at Five for a moment I hesitate before grabbing it.
"This is who we have to stop," He says as I rip open the paper.
"Harold Jenkins," I read.
"Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?" Diego asks.
Chugging the last bit of coffee Five throws the cup behind him. "I don't know...yet."
