𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 [Five x Reader]

Number Four

I'm Yer Dad - GRLwood

Underneath The Streetlights in the Winter Outside Your House - Wallows
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Reginald burst through the door and sat down at the table like it was nothing. I had confusion written all over my face and sat down next to [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎], who had stopped leaning back in her chair once he came in. "Not only have you burglarized my lab, set my chimp loose, conned your way into the Mexican consulate, repeatedly stalked and attacked me, but you have, on numerous occasions, called me..." Klaus sat down and grunted softly.

"Hey, Pop. How's it hangin'?" He sighed. "Dad.' This young lady an exception." Dad referred to [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎]. We both glanced at each other. "My reconnaissance tells me you're not the CIA, not KGB, certainly not M15, so...who are you?" He finally asked. The others stayed quiet and I opened my mouth to speak, only to be interrupted. "They're your children. They're from the future." [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] announced calmly.

"In 1989, you adopted us all and trained us to fight against the end of the world. Called us the Umbrella Academy." I added. "Why on Earth would I adopt
six-" "Seven." Allison intercepted. "One of us isn't here." She sighed. "Dead. One of us is dead." Diego muttered. [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] glanced over her shoulder and smiled. Klaus mumbled and looked over his shoulder at something as well. We all stared at him. "What would possess me to adopt seven ill-mannered malcontents?" Reginald frowned.

"We all have special abilities." I added. "Special? In what sense?" He asked. "In the superpower sense." Luther mumbled. "Call me old-fashioned, but I'm a stickler for a pesky little thing called evidence. Show me." He said. "Everybody wants to see powers all of a sudden." Allison scoffed. "We're not circus animals, okay? We're not gonna balance balls on our noses and clap our hands like seals for your own amusement." Luther frowned.

Diego threw his knife and made it turn a completely different direction, just barely missing his Reginald's face. Reginald furrowed his brows and wrote on a piece of paper. We all leaned towards the table. "What are you writing?" Diego sighed. "You are zero for two, young man." Reginald calmly stated. Diego got up from his chair and growled. I warped in front of him and sat him down. "Stop..." I whispered. "Now that is interesting." Dad's eyes widened the slightest bit. [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] nodded passively then sighed. "Alright, uh, quick rundown. Luther: Super strength. Klaus can commune with the dead. Allison can rumor someone to do anything-" Diego interrupted.

"except she never uses it." He shrugged. "I heard a rumor you punched yourself in the face." Allison smiled and Diego groaned in pain. [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] smiled at Dad. "And you two?" He glanced at Vanya and [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎]. "Not as unique." [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] shrugged. "And, uh, let's maybe not take Vanya for a test run..." Luther smiled awkwardly. "Oh, yeah, that's probably not a good idea." Klaus agreed. "It's fine. I can't handle it." Vanya shrugged calmly.

"Handle it...?" Allison repeated. "Last time you handled it, you definitely blew up the moon." She finished and the rest began to protest as well. She grabbed her spoon. "No, Vanya, don't!" I yelled and she tapped her glass with her spoon, causing the fruit in the middle of the table to explode and cover us in it. We all closed our eyes and sighed. We all mumbled angrily and wiped the fruit off. "Oops..." Vanya muttered with a small, shit eating grin.