「𝗡𝗢 𝗡𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥」❝ To the Umbrella Academy ❞
(season 1- AU +epilogue)
▪︎ Synopsis ▪︎
On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 24 women around the world gave birth, this was unusual only I fact that none of these women had been pregnant w...
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Prime strode down the halls, her footsteps quick as the bell rang, signalling lunch. She met up with her siblings halfway, knowing this was going to be the first time they would face their father since arriving to this timeline.
"Ugh, I can't believe we have to do this. I hate this so much," Diego complained, sounding more dramatic than usual.
Prime snorted in agreement, but added under her breath, "We all do, well, except Luther."
Luther glared at her. "Watch it," he warned.
Prime rolled her eyes, unfazed. "Ooh, you absolutely terrify me," she shot back bitterly. She wasn't the biggest fan of him, but Vanya, ever the forgiving one, just let it slide.
"I still can't believe you forgave him so easily," Prime muttered to Vanya, who snickered softly beside her.
"I've been told, P," Vanya replied with a teasing grin.
They reached the stairs and saw Grace standing at the bottom, smiling warmly at them. The usual greeting exchanged, they walked to their seats, standing behind them. Prime glanced over at Five, who rolled his eyes in response to her glance.
"Relax, I won't," he muttered in a low voice, though he couldn't completely hide his irritation.
Prime's smile quickly faded as the sound of Herr Carlson's record started playing in the background. She grimaced. She despised those records.
She could still remember the day she had burned one on purpose when their father was out, only for him to return furious and lecture her for hours. It had been worth it, though, if only for the satisfaction.
They all straightened up as footsteps echoed through the hall, signalling the arrival of their father. Reginald entered the room with his usual air of authority, heading straight for his chair.
He cleared his throat. "Sit."
Everyone did as he instructed, and the tension in the room was palpable. For the first time in what felt like forever, Five ate his food instead of glaring holes into their father, though some of them still couldn't help sneaking glances at him, trying not to burst into laughter at his glares.
Reginald's voice cut through the quiet as he set his utensils down. "It has come to my attention that you all seem to be hiding something from me."
Prime immediately choked on her drink, and the others shot her a knowing look. She wasn't exactly good at keeping her mouth shut.
"W-What do you mean?" Prime asked, trying to sound casual as she cleared her throat, but the others groaned inwardly at her inability to keep quiet.
"The statement speaks for itself, No Number," Reginald replied curtly, and the others exchanged discreet looks, trying to silently signal to Prime not to run her mouth any further.
