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She was tired. There was nothing more she wanted than to sleep. The universe was never kind. It was unusual to think that it would change its ways for one time. Everything looked the same. The interior hadn't changed a day. Y/n was getting a headache. She tucked her hair behind her ears and turned around. Ben was still standing there. He looked nothing like the boy she knew.
"Ben."
He narrowed his eyes. Luther walked toward him, "Is that really you?"
"And who are the weirdos on the balcony?" Y/n and Klaus jumped at Diego's shouting.
"Jesus Christ," Y/n muttered.
"They are the Sparrows." Reginald replied, "My children."
Y/n felt the house rumble beneath her feet. She turned to Five with wide eyes, "I'm sorry. What do you mean, your children?"
"That's not possible, old man."
"Of course it is!" Reginald said, "I think I'd know, wouldn't I?"
She turned around to see all of them. They were standing with Ben on the foyer floor. Y/n counted. They only had seven. Her head was pounding. Y/n watched Klaus point at Ben, "Everybody else can see Ben, right?"
"A little too clear,"
"Cute hat, Sundance."
"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." Reginald announced, "Be warned. They claim to be my spawn."
"Claim?" Allison asked, "Look, Five, what the hell is going on?"
"I don't know yet, but it's concerning."
"Is he telling the truth?" Y/n turned to see the man with dark skin and hair.
Vanya tilted her head, "Not the part about us being perfidious."
"No," Klaus replied, "We're amateur-fidious, at best."
"But we are his children." Vanya said, "This is our house."
"Yeah, yeah. We, uh... We grew up here."
Y/n sighed. The man with the melting face seemed amused, "'Yeah, we grew up here.'"
"I kind of think we would have noticed you." Long brown hair said.
"Hi. I'm Luther."
"Okay. None of you belong here."
"Oh!" The short-haired woman exclaimed, "Well, then. I guess we'll just pack our bags and move out."
Y/n jumped when the cube started speaking. She tilted her head. It was just making squeaking noises. The cube's head had nothing inside. She wondered if it was another one of Reginald's experiments gone wrong, "You slay me, Chris."
