𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿║𝙁. 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙨

CHAPTER NINE: GOLDEN DAYS

This was happening. He didn't agree to this, so why. Just why.

They were at a live taping for the upcoming Tween Hit interview that everyone in the countrywide area has anticipated since it had been announced on social media.

Now, Feliks would have been excited to see a live taping usually. He thought seeing behind the scenes of TV life would be interesting.

No, it was awful because the interviewees of Tween Hit's relentless host, Stephie V., would be the ever-famous Umbrella Academy children. The amazing superpowered kids made heroes like Superman and Batman a reality. Anyone would quite literally kill for the chance they had.

Feliks, however, was hiding under the gaudy-patterned couch in their dressing room. He wanted to hack up a hairball at the thought of being in front of all of those people. Those people who were just waiting to tear them apart like rabid animals-

Okay, scratch that last comment. Tear them apart like very inconsiderate and rude people.

"Aw, c'mon, bro-bro." Klaus was still trying to coax him from under the furniture as he had been for the past ten minutes. Although, he wasn't sure about the time passage. It seemed to fly away as his nerves racked higher and higher.

"Klaus, he's not gonna come out any time soon. We need Five here." Allison sighed, crouched down next to her brother. They observed their frightened sibling wedged in the dark spot and cringed away as another agitated hiss came from Feliks.

Diego scoffed, flipping his special 'show' knife in the air as he lounged back on an outrageously puffy armchair. "If Pops hadn't h-held him back again and m-made us go without him, we wouldn't have this d-damn problem."

The door to their room opened with a squeak from the ancient hinges holding it in place. "Dad said that they would be here soon, but we go on in about five minutes..." Luther trailed off uncertainly as he closed the door shut behind himself. He frowned as he spotted Feliks still refusing to budge.

"Well, what the hell do we do now?!" Klaus groaned and threw his arms into their air.

"I 'unno." Ben shrugged, flicking a page of his book.

Allison rolled her eyes, "Real help you are, Ben. Thank you."

"Welcome, sis."

"Okay, I'm not gonna miss my one chance to be on TV!" Klaus exclaimed, standing up and grabbing a blanket from a nearby wicker basket. Bundling it up in his arms, he nodded to Luther. "Lift it up, Lucifer."

Luther grumbled at the name but did as told anyway. Gripping the wood base of the right side of the couch, he easily lifted it. From there, it was pure chaos.

Feliks acted immediately, darting between Allison and Klaus. He scratched his way onto the vanity desk and jumped onto the neighboring bookcase. From there, he clumsily parkoured his way onto the top and hissed at them once more, this time adding a warning swipe of his claws.

"God's sake..." Ben muttered, snapping his book shut with finality. "Al, usually I wouldn't suggest this, but we're on a time limit. Why don't you use your Rumor?"

The girl frowned, "I would've by now, but I owe Feliks for the time he bailed me out from being caught out of bed by dad last week." She looked up at Feliks. "Can I owe you another time, 'Liks?" She asked hopefully. Using her power would make this so much less painful. Those claws looked sharp.

Narrowed blue eyes were her only answer.

Meanwhile, Klaus was enacting his plan. While Feliks was observing his sister to make sure she didn't try to Rumor him, he had rolled up a chair next to the bookcase and climbed onto it.