"𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝? 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞," 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 - 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭
As The Umbrella Academy safely arrived back in 2019, no apocalypse coming for them. H...
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"Just gonna sit, I'm just gonna sit for a minute," Luther muttered, taking a seat on the park bench. Five and I sat opposite him, leaning against the wooden benches. "You feeling better?" Five whispered.
"With rashes on my neck, and sweat dripping like global warming came to bite me in the ass. I would say I'm doing fine," I answered, wiping the sweat off my forehead. "That didn't go well," Diego frowned.
"No, not our best work," Five sighed, I inspected the cuts on his face. "Oh, I'm cracking," Klaus complained, hearing his joints cracking loudly.
"You all right?" Allison asked a zoned-out Luther. "I don't know yet, I"ve just never had my ass handed to me like that before, It's like..." Luther shook his head slowly, in disbelief.
Luther cupped his hands together, "Here you go, it's your ass," Allison reacted with a worried look, "Okay, I think Luther's concussed," Allison patted Luther's head.
"Luther, how many fingers?" Klaus raised three fingers. "Oh my god, Vanya," Luther realized Vanya wasn't there. "Oh thank god, you're alive," Vanya stumbled in, relieved.
"You okay?" Allison asked Luther, staring at him worriedly. "Apparently so is Ben," Klaus commented. "Yeah, and he's a complete dickhead," Allison added. "They're all dickheads," Diego joined in. "Dickheads who can fight," Luther described.
