The Umbrella Academy, A Tale Of Blasphemy And Destiny

A defective Aim.

"Number one, Benny boy, there's only one type of weed, Número dos, why don't you just relax for once." Klaus looked over to him and smirked. Ben sighed and looked over his shoulder. "You know what? You're right. I should relax. But in my own, healthy way." He turned around and walked out. "No, Ben come back, please! Mi hermano!"

Five teleported around the house, straining his hands. "Damn it!" "Too damn hard!" Vanya daintily walked out of her room, and saw Five, struggling. "Y-you need any assistance, Five?" Five looked over his shoulder. "No, Vanya." Five turned back around. "Well, perhaps I could help calm you down, or, give you tips?" Five turned around to face her. "This is some crap that your pea brain couldn't even comprehend for a start! Now, go back to dad or your prison whatever it is." Vanya sighed in frustration. She clenched her fists and walked downstairs. Five looked back in confusion. "Actually did a non-verbal threat. Impressive."

Pogo saw Vanya and gestured her to go back there. "Ms. Vanya. It is time." Vanya walked down With Pogo. "Why am I treated differently? Why me specifically?" Pogo sighed. "Well, your different from them Vanya. They, nor do I, or Reginald understand why you do not have powers. They can't comprehend the thought of having an outsider in the family." Vanya looked to Pogo and smiled. "Thanks. Definitely helped with my confidence as a part of the world's most dysfunctional family." Pogo sighed. "The world needs you, Vanya." "Then why can I not go on missions?! Why do I have to stay here! Why can't I go instead of Klaus or something?! He's just a useless Junkie who does nothing but fear the dead!" Vanya's eyes became lighter and lighter as she vented about her struggles. "Mrs. Vanya, that is no way- Oh dear.." Pogo walked as fast as he could to get back to the ground floor. "Sir. Reginald! We need someone! And quick! There's a crisis downstairs!" Reginald looked at Pogo and took his pipe out. "Gather Luther and Allison." Pogo nodded.

"What's happening to Vanya Pogo?! And why in the damn hell does Allison have to be involved!?" "Mr. Luther, enough of your tangent! Go grab Vanya and take her in! Allison, rumour her to fall asleep." They both stood there in confusion. "Number One, Number three! What're you waiting for?!" Luther grabbed Vanya. "I heard a rumour, that you fell asleep." Vanya's eyes soon shut and her body went limp. "Off you go children! She has to rest and remain in there for several days."

Ben laid down, peacefully reminiscing good thoughts in the attic. There was a sudden knock. "Hello?" "Hey Ben, it's Diego! Whatcha' doin' all the way up there? You better not have stolen my magazines! You know those cost a lot! Especially with those CDs with 'em." Ben pretended to gag very dramatically. "Girls in bikinis are gross, let alone girls in nothing." They both laughed. "Come up if you want." Diego opened the attic door on the ceiling and hopped up. "No stairs?" Ben shrugged. "Holy sh__ dude, you have your own set up. Pretty sick!" Diego looked back at Ben. "How'd you make it?" Ben looked at Diego and said "Well, I stole some of Vanya's stuff that she had left out, and I stole Klaus's rug." They both smiled at eachother. "Soda?" Diego playfully punched Ben's shoulder. "Go big or go home! Am I right?"

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