STANDING IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR, Kenna looks over herself before she heads downstairs. She had just finished taking a shower, her hair still damp, leaving the young girl feeling refreshed and clean.
Kenna had changed into her old school uniform, consisting of a long-sleeve white button-down, a red plaid dress layered over and long black socks reaching her knees. Usually a navy blue blazer is paired with the uniform; however, Kenna decided against wearing it as the blazer was always so stiff.
She was never able to go outside so she never got any extra clothes or accessories of her liking. She has a couple of small necklaces gifted to her, and tiny hair accessories, such as the miniature flower necklace she is wearing now and the pink bow-tie in her hair, but not much else.
Kenna makes it to the sitting room, finding her mother, Grace a robotic housewife, sitting on the couch staring at the fireplace. The young girl makes her way over to her mother, laying her head down on the robotic mother's shoulder.
"Oh darling," Grace looked over to Kenna, giving her a warm motherly smile, "There you are. Are the others with you? I do believe it is time for lunch."
Kenna looks around a bit. Had everyone already arrived? She doesn't remember seeing anyone on her way down, and there was no arguing so she assumed no one had made it just yet.
Grace was built by Reginald Hargreeves, made to be the "perfect housewife." She cooked, cleaned, and taught all the children how to read and write. Kenna always felt close to her robotic mother, as she was stuck in the house all day every day for...well ever.
"Come on dear, you can help with the preparation. I was thinking sandwiches and some fruit." Following her mother the two make it to the kitchen and start getting out everything for everyone. Kenna still hasn't heard anyone so she just assumes they can get their food when they get home. If they choose to come that is.
Once the two finish, Kenna hears a set of footsteps approaching the kitchen. They sound oddly familiar, heavy and uncaring while in the safety of their home.
Around the corner comes Diego in a vigilante hero costume, his knifes strapped to him and his mask sitting in his hand, then his smug smirk he always wore.
Diego Hargreeves, Number Two. Diego possessed the ability to be incredibly annoying, a long with trajectory manipulation. He is one of the more aggressive from the Umbrella Academy. Someone who Kenna did not take much of a liking towards.
"Well well well. If it isn't baby Kenna."
Rolling her eyes, Kenna makes her way past Diego, not sparing him a glance as she tries to get out quickly.
"No wave, 'Hello' to your big brother?" He asks, trying to get her attention. She doesn't give him the satisfaction and continues on her way. They are not siblings. He was more bearable when he wasn't a complete ass.
Making it back to the main staircase, Kenna spots Allison with her suitcases looking around. She had on a royal blue top and black slacks with a pair of heels.
Allison Hargreeves, Number Three. Her ability was, in a way, a type of hallucination tactic. She is able to 'rumor' people, manipulating them into doing whatever she wished by using the phrase 'I heard a rumor.' When the two girls were children Allison was confident and kind; however, Kenna doesn't know how true that could be now.
The older woman examined her quickly, eye lingering on the muzzle wrapped around her head. "You still have that?" Her voice held pity for the girl, something Kenna didn't need, nor want from any of them.
Allison makes her way towards the younger girl, sighing before giving Kenna a pat on her head before grabbing her suitcase. "I'll be up in my old room, putting some stuff away." She starts up the stairs before stopping, "Just come find me if you need something." Giving Kenna a small smile, Allison continues up the stairs.
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Number Eight 'The Demon' | Season 1
FanfictionA young girl, who used to be apart of the Umbrella Academy, finally wakes up from her deep sleep only to be met with the end of the world. Will her and a couple of old acquaintances be able to rise up and save everyone or will they fall, and succumb...