"You are obviously grounded," Mom says strictly once Diego told her what I did, "at least through to the end of the world." "Yeah, and you better recognize how lucky you are," Dad adds, his arms crossed. "You know how many kids would wish their cool dead uncle would come back to life?" "That's a bit random," Lila says quietly. "You're not helping," Diego mutters.
"This thing won't budge," I complain, referring to the spear stuck in the pachinko game of the wall in the White Buffalo Suite. "Ugh, where's Luther when I need him," I mumble to myself. It would be great to copy some of his strength right now.
Dad walks up behind me, grabbing the end of the spear I'm not tugging at and placing one hand on the wall. "Together on three." He says. I nod. "One, two, three." Together we pull at the spear, and with ease, it comes undone from the wall. I can't help but smile up at my father as he takes the spear.
"It looks as good as new." Mom remarks, referring to the wall. "All right," I say, trying to walk passed my mother as fast as I can so I can leave, but she stops me. "Hey. Now you are gonna take all of this back to where you got it." She says, pointing at the chemical bottles left on the couch earlier.
I groan. Mom looks at me, bending down slightly to look me in the eye even though she doesn't have to since we're basically the same height. "And next time you steal, I expect it to be something valuable," She says seriously. I stare at her for a second. "Okay," I say, smiling a little.
"Honestly, we need to set higher expectations," Mom says to Diego. Dad looks at her with a look that says "really," as he picks up the pair of yellow rubber gloves from the couch and puts them on my head. "Here." He says. I can't help but chuckle. "You're gonna make me drop them." I grab the gloves from my head, laughing even though I know I shouldn't be.
"Oh, no, that's a you problem," Dad smiles as he sets different bottles on my head that I instantly grab. "Here, don't forget the big one." He takes the bottle of bleach and tries to set it on my head, but I grab it before he can, still laughing. "That's enough you two," Mom says.
We both stop fooling around as I get all the bottles situated in my hands and start for the door. Before I can leave, however, Diego whistles, catching my attention. "Darla, apologize to your uncle Klaus, all right." He says. I frown a little but agree before leaving.
The door clicks shut behind me, and after I put everything back in the storage room, and apologize to uncle Klaus, who is still seated at the bat, I go to my floor, take a shower, and clock out for the night. I can't remember the last time I got a decent sleep.
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COPYCAT ✾ The Umbrella Academy
Fanfiction❝Copycat trying to cop my manner. ❞ For Darla, it's been thirteen years. For Diego, it's been thirteen minutes. When Lila decides to introduce Darla to her father, things can only go sideways. After all, Diego didn't even know she existed. {Diego's...
