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𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗬

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ꕺ "I HEARD A RUMOUR" ꕺ

"Klaus. Shut up."
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HEARING A COMMOTION, I slowly made my way down the steps to the basement dining room of the Umbrella Academy. If past me saw me now, she'd think 'how'd you even get inside?' And to that, I say what I say to most internal questions. 'I don't know'.

As I walked, I slowly started feeling colder, the basement probably not having much heating despite Reginald Hargreeves being an eccentric billionaire. The basement is just like how he treated his children. Cold.

"Jesus. Who do I gotta kill to get a decent cup of coffee?" I heard Five speak from the dining room/kitchen area.

Walking through the rather rustic arch, I made my way over to the table and sat down beside Five, Klaus pouring me a cup of coffee as soon as I situated myself.

"Estelle! Glad to see you could make it. Did you not hear my bell?" The scrawny man spoke, smiling at me. "Klaus. Shut up." I muttered, gripping the mug so tightly that it could've possibly broken.

I was not a morning person, especially when I get woken up by an over joyous Klaus with an irritating bell.

"Okay." He murmured under his breath, facing his siblings.

"Can we get started, please?" Luther's nasally voice caught my ear. Sipping my coffee, I immediately spat it out and placed it on the table again.

"Klaus?" I smiled sweetly at the man. "Yes, Estelle? My dearest companion and loving friend?" He smiled back. Letting my smile drop, I glared at him. "Learn to make coffee correctly." He just nodded, seemingly unfazed by my comment, starting to speak to us all.

"Anyone seen the others? Diego? Allison? No? All right, then, this is the closest thing to a quorum... that we're gonna get." He annoyingly tapped a spatula on the table, making me groan out in pain. This eye injury's pain was giving me a headache like no other.

"Now, listen up. Theres no Easy way to say this, so I'm just gonna spit it out." Klaus breathed out a 'yeah', pausing his whole monologue-thing he had going on. "Klaus." Luther impatiently called. "I conjured Dad last night." He looked expectantly towards all of us to see our reactions.

I believed him, but why did he need to tell us now?

Luther and Five looked at each other in disbelief before Luther looked back to Klaus, "I thought you said you haven't been able to conjure anyone in years." The large man pointed out, making me reconsider my choices of trusting Klaus so quickly.

"Ah, yes, I know, but I'm sober. Ta-da!" He smiled, "I got clean, yesterday, to talk to someone special, and then ended up having this... conversation with dear old Daddy himself." This conversation was getting awkward.

"Has anyone got some aspirin?" Luther breathed out with a sigh, "Top shelf, next to the crackers." Five quickly replied, a blank stare on his face.

Luther was about to get up before Klaus started talking again. "Hey, hey, hey. This is serious guys. This really happened, I swear." He was trying so hard.