𝑃𝑂𝑆𝑇𝐿𝑈𝐷𝐸 | 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒 [DISCONTINUED]

𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑦. 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐈: 𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨

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"𝐁𝐄𝐍," 𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃 out, a hint of a smile on his face.

Luther stepped forward, his eyebrows furrowed. "Is that really you?"

"And who," yelled out Diego, "are the weirdos on the balcony?"

Valerie squinted her eyes as she looked up at the five of them (six, if you count the glowing, floating cube). She couldn't help but notice that the colours of their uniforms were the inverse of the Umbrella Academy's.

Her head suddenly felt dizzy, and she raised a hand to her forehead. She still hadn't eaten since who-knows-when, and her body was beginning to deteriorate even more. She really hoped there wouldn't be a fight—though she was ninety-nine percent sure there would be.

"They are the Sparrows," answered Reginald. "My children!"

With that, the entire group turned to him with baffled looks. Valerie's eyebrows furrowed. His children?

"I'm sorry," Five questioned, slowly walking towards him. "What do you mean, your children? That's not possible, old man."

"Of course it is!" Reginald replied promptly while the unfamiliar faces headed down the stairs and stood by Ben. "I think I'd know, wouldn't I?"

Klaus pointed at Ben. "Everybody else can see Ben, right?"

"Cute hat, Sundance," remarked Ben sarcastically (though it seemed Klaus thought it was genuine as he tipped his hat).

"They call themselves the Umbrella Academy," Reginald announced to his 'children,' "a group of scheming, perfidious malcontents who accosted me in the fall of 1963 when I was away on business in Dallas. Be warned—they claim to be my spawn."

"Claim?" Allison repeated incredulously before looking over at Five. "Look, Five, what the hell is going on?"

"I don't know yet," Five replied with a glance at Valerie, who shrugged, "but it's concerning."

The Sparrow who stood at the front and centre of the group—perhaps he was the Luther of them all—questioned, "Is he telling the truth?"

"Not the part about us being perfidious," Vanya replied.

"No, we're amateur-fidious, at best," Klaus agreed with a raised hand.

"But we are his children," Vanya said earnestly, ignoring Klaus' input. "This is our house."

"Yeah, yeah," Luther continued off her, a little awkwardly. "We, uh . . . We grew up here."

Valerie rolled her eyes. Very convincing.

It seemed like one of the Sparrows agreed with her judgment, one with curly hair and an extremely disfigured face. He mocked, "'Uh, yeah, yeah, we grew up here.'"

While the other Sparrows snickered, the woman on the left, one with soft brown curls, chimed in, "I kind of think we would have noticed you."

"Hi," Luther suddenly said, his face breaking out into a smile as he reached a hand out. "I'm Luther."

"Okay," interrupted Allison (maybe thrown off by Luther's sudden need to be charming). "None of you belong here."

"Oh! Well then," scoffed the woman in the back, who wore sunglasses, "I guess we'll just pack our bags and move out."

The cube suddenly started chattering, glowing a blue light as it spoke something unintelligible to them.

It seemed as though the Sparrows understood as they laughed, and Ben chuckled, "You slay me, Chris."