a mannequin and a boy • the umbrella academy ON HOLD

volume one, issue 6

DISCLAIMER: A TON OF THE DIALOGUE IN THIS CHAPTER, I DO NOT OWN AND DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR. THAT BELONGS TO THE SCREENWRITERS OF THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY.
a lot of this is just a scene from episode eight, so if you want, you can skip the long dialogue parts.

Five's favorite thing about Dolores, when she was a mannequin, was that she always listened. Even though, at the time that he'd ramble on and on, and he didn't know she was a real person, he still felt like he could say anything in her presence.

One night, after the world had ended, he was taking a break from his journeys and brewed coffee for himself with the scarce materials he could scrounge up. Five didn't knew when he first started talking, but when he started talking, he couldn't ever stop. The conversation went from his own powers, to what Dolores's 'powers' were (the power of being 'a good listener' and 'the best gal ever'), to just random stories from his childhood.

Dolores kept the same plastic smile as always, but at least her expression wasn't of distaste, wasn't of oddity and wasn't of hatred. Five felt comfortable. But now that he knew there was a small chance that Dolores was real, that she had been listening the entire time, he was officially
scared of judgement.

The one thing Five did that wasn't very smart of him was get attached to Dolores. Even when he was time traveled back to the actual timeframe, where his siblings were still alive, he couldn't stay away from Dolores.

It was hard for him to let go and put that mannequin back on the stands. But not nearly as hard as it was to be faced with an actual person (well, almost a person), claiming to be his 'wife' figure.

Did all of his trust in her mean nothing? It was easy for him to trust nothing. It was difficult for him to trust even Klaus or any of his siblings, and he's still having trouble with his trust issues.

But when Dolores, with her soft, dark brown eyes and small smile, looked at him and asked if he was okay, he saw a real person that would never hurt him intentionally.

"Yeah, Dolores, I'm fine, thanks," Five dismisses her quickly, scooting his seat up at the kitchen table and turning his head back to face Klaus.

Klaus was standing before the group, with Luther in a big huddle across from him and Five diagonal to his seat. Dolores sat beside Five, and there was an empty seat between Klaus and Dolores.

Five quickly introduced Dolores to his two siblings, and she seemed puzzled about something, but the sound of a bell chiming interrupted her.

"Here we go," Klaus started, placing a cup of coffee before Luther, "This'll fix ya."

Five sighed, taking the cup Luther had before he could drink it and settling back down in his seat. "Nice. Okay." Five took a sip, slurping a bit of the liquid down before gagging. "Jesus. Who do I gotta kill to get a decent cup of coffee?"

Luther groaned, holding his head in his hands. "Can we get started?" Klaus cleated his throat, nodding.

"Anyone seen any of the others? Diego? Allison? No? All right, then, this is the closest thing to a quorum," Klaus paused, banging the table for attention, "that we're gonna get."

"Now, listen up. There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just gonna spit it out." Klaus took a deep breath, mumbling something as he gathered his throats.

"Klaus." Luther was obviously getting impatient, and Five could see why.

"I conjured Dad last night," Klaus finally blurred out, gulping.

"You said you haven't been able to conjure anyone in years."

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