everybody wants to rule the world 🌟 (five hargreeves x oc)

• one •

• WEDNESDAY •
• 2019 (again) •

"Shit."

Of all the things in the world I was expecting (aliens, clones of ourselves, maybe some normalcy), the last thing I would've guessed was definitely us but...worse. Stood on the balcony, overlooking the living room, were five people around Five's siblings ages and a floating box. To the right of the floating box stood a woman wearing an outfit similar to my old uniform. Standing straight in front of us was Ben, but instead of wearing an Umbrella Academy uniform, he was clad in a maroon colored blazer with a sparrow in place of the umbrella.

"Ben," Luther said, stepping forwards. "Is that really you?"

"And who are the weirdos on the balcony?" Diego shouted, clearly irritated.

"They are the Sparrows," Reginald said proudly. "My children."

"Oh," I said, laughing sarcastically. "So there's more of them. Great."

"I'm sorry, what do you mean your children?" Five questioned, eyes narrowing in annoyed confusion. We shared a look, having a silent conversation (coming to the agreement that, yeah, we're fucked). "That's not possible, old man."

I watched as the Sparrows came to the ground floor to stand with Ben, floating box and (supposedly) my replacement by their side. Reginald spoke once more, "Of course it is! I think I'd know, wouldn't I?"

"Everybody else can see Ben, right?" Klaus asked in disbelief.

"Cute hat, Sundance," Ben insulted.

Reginald continued on. "They call themselves the Umbrella Academy, 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."

An upset began to fester in my gut. The energy inside of me felt like it was sloshing around, my newfound power not used to me yet. I glanced over at the entrance table, taking note of the briefcase to make sure it was still there.

"Claim?" Allison scoffed. "Look. Five, Wednesday, what the hell is going on?"

"I don't know yet, but it's concerning," Five responded.

A tall, built black man at the front of the group of Sparrows spoke. "Is he telling the truth?"

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

Klaus, in an attempt (or is it just him being himself? ah, the questions for the universe) to lighten the mood, joked, "No, we're amateur-fiduous at best."

"But we are his children," Vanya continued. "This is our house."

"Yeah, yeah. We uh..we grew up here," Luther chimed in.

A guy with black wavy hair and a particularly messed up face mocked Luther. ""Yeah, we grew up here"."

A girl towards the black with long, chestnut colored hair and warm brown eyes said, "I kind of think we would have noticed you."

There was a pause, then: "Hi, I'm Luther."

"Way to be subtle," I scoffed. "Look, we're not lying."