On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women were pregnant when the day first began. And on that same day, in the same year, at the same hour, you were also brought into this world by a woman who was not pregnant when the day had begun. But no one other than your mother knew that. You were the secret 44th child. By some bit of coincidence, or luck, or even destiny you ended up living across the street from what would become The Umbrella Academy, a school of superpowered kids. And as much as you wanted to meet them your mother had one rule, stay away from the Hargreeves. But that was a rule meant to be broken.

["Promise me that." "Of course."] (Y/n) Hargreeves, A.K.A. "Number 8: The Geode." (Y/n) grew up alongside seven other children who were collected by Sir Reginald Hargreeves to form the illustrious "Umbrella Academy." However, unlike the others she got in an incident with her powers early on that left her petrified in rock. By the time she had gotten out, the other children were long gone, and even Luther had been on the moon for two years. For a time, her favorite companion was a ferret she called the Polish word for "nine." Following the untimely death of her legal guardian, (Y/n) is reunited with her powered associates, only to be thrown into a mission to save the world when a familiar pint-sized ally returns to report doomsday is quickly approaching. Disclaimer: I do not own The Umbrella Academy, nor its characters. Additionally, the events and lots of the dialogue either don't belong to me or it's paraphrased! I only own the canon details of the inserted character, Dzie, Arthur, and any other non-canonical characters or events that I add myself. Most Impressive Ranking: #1 in #super on 2.22.21

Five slammed his butter knife into the table, not breaking eye contact with their father, unable to see everyone's horrified stares. Y/n tore her eyes away from him to the knife that had landed not far from her hand. "I have a question." Five stated bitterly, letting go of the knife that jutted out of the table. "Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson." Reginald dismissed turning back to his meal. Their father's unwillingness to listen or care made Five's blood boil. He pushed his plate away and turned back to their father. "I want to time travel." Five demanded threateningly. Their father looked at him unalarmed at his outburst. "No." He said, no longer entertained by the matter not that he shown he was before. Just him replying to Five was enough for everyone to feel shocked. "But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." Five argued appearing beside their father. "See?" He gestured to himself as proof. Reginald didn't even look up from his plate, unamazed with Five's gift. "A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn." Reginald said waving a hand. Everyone went back to their meals and Five looked angrily at them before locking eyes with Y/n, who gave him a pleading look. She hoped he would just sit down before the situation escalated. "Well, I don't get it." Five mumbled. "Hence the reason you're not ready." Reginald replied. "I'm not afraid." Five countered. "Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore." Reginald said turning to Five. Five shook his head before turning to run. "Number Five!" Y/n quickly stood going after him. "Number Eight!"