𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 | THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY [1]

Chapter 2 | 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

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Funerals & Motorcycles

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The crackling of the fire filled the living room, casting flickering shadows across Sir Reginald's picture frame on the bar stand, alongside his ashes in an ornate jar.

"Listen up, old man," Klaus began, facing the picture with a wry smile.

"You know, if I was murdered, and if one of my sons—adopted sons," he emphasized the word "adopted" with a chuckle, "happened to commune with the dead, I might think about I don't know... I don't know, manifesting!" He spread his arms wide dramatically, stepping back with mock solemnity.

"Do the whole big angry ghost routine," he continued, adopting a grumpy expression with his hands on his hips. "Tell everyone who done it and find eternal peace," he added, lifting his hands as if beseeching the heavens.

"Eternal peace is probably overrated."

Silence hung heavily in the room, prompting Klaus to sigh and look around. He shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, waiting expectantly.

"Come on now, Reggie. Any time now."

"Please," Klaus chuckled softly, absently playing with his belly button. "Just need to sober up," he muttered, slapping his cheeks lightly and rubbing his face.

"Clear thoughts," he exhaled, trying to compose himself.

"Come on! Come on, chop-chop!" Klaus shouted impatiently, clapping his hands once. "You always were a stubborn bastard!"

After his outburst, he ambled over to the bar stand. "I don't know about you, but I need a drink," he mumbled, nudging the jar of ashes as he reached for a glass. In his clumsy attempt, the jar tipped and fell, spilling Sir Reginald's ashes.

Klaus stared in surprise as he brought his hands to his head, taking a step back. His gasp turned into laughter as he looked down at the spilled ashes.

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