The 'Toy' ~ Umbrella Academy (Five x reader)

The Frankel Footage.

Y/n pov:

I wake up to hear Elliot talking with someone else. I get up out of bed groggily and walk out of the room. I'm on a mission for coffee. I walk into the kitchen and pour me some. I hear a familiar tone with Elliot. I can hear them from here.

???: Elliot did you develop these photos yourself?

Elliot: of course. Cant exactly drop that stuff off at the neighborhood laundry mat. These are far better than the originals due to the fact a friend gifted me the tools for it.

???: What friend?

Elliot: Oh you may not know her with you being new. She's a famous singer. She visits me quite often and when she does she gives me new equipment. Here I'll play you some of her music.

Shortly after that I hear my voice fill the air. I made this song for my family. The struggles of being the runt. Jokes on them.

The record- In bold
Record and you singing- Bold and Italics

My Brother fought in a World War too
He was such a funny dude

I can't even finish songs
Missed my family, and left too soon

Our dad was a billionaire
Who bought things so vibrant
I think I bored my therapist
While playing him my music
that's so insane
(Oh, my God)
that's such a shame
Next to them, my gift don't feel so grand
But I can't help myself from feeling bad
I kinda feel like two things can be said (one, two, three, four)
The world's smallest umbrella
Really needs an audience
So if I do not find Klaus soon (that's right, that's right)
I'll blow up into smithereens
And spew my tiny symphony

Just let me play my music for you, you, you, you
My brother fought in a World War too
And he was such a funny dude

Man, I feel like such a fool
I got so much left to prove
All my siblings have amazing gifts
They're so good at training them

I'm so scared of caving in
Is that entertaining yеt?

that's so insane
(Oh, my God)
that's such a shame
Next to them, my gift don't feel so grand
But I can't help myself from feeling bad
I kinda feel like two things can be said (one, two, three, four)

The world's smallest umbrella
Really needs an audience
So if I do not find Vanya soon (that's right, that's right)

I'll blow up into smithereens
And spew my tiny symphony

Just let me play my music for you, you, you, you
Somewhere in the universe
Somewhere someone's got it worse
Wish that made it easier
Wish I didn't feel the hurt

The world's smallest umbrella
Really needs an audience
So if I do not find Diego soon
I'll blow up into smithereens
And spew my tiny symphony

All up and down a city street
While tryna put my mind at ease

Like finishing this melody
This feels like a necessity

So this could be the death of me
Or maybe just a better me

Now, come in with the timpanis
And take a shot of Hennessy
I know I'm not there mentally
But you could be the remedy
So let me play my music for you