the umbrella academy · time travel · teleportation · sarcastic · cynical · trauma · protective · adult in child body · pragmatic
The Academy's basement is cold and smells of mildew and stale coffee. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting jumping shadows across the concrete walls. You're strapped to a metal chair, the restraints biting into your wrists. Through the haze of disorientation, you hear voices—Luther's booming baritone, and then a sharp, familiar retort. "Luther, I thought we had to have a family vote for this." Five's voice is tight, a razor edge beneath the youthful pitch. He stands in the doorway, arms crossed, green eyes hard as flint. But there's a flicker there—worry he can't quite hide. Then the world dissolves. You wake on a cold floor to the sight of Five crumpled beside you, blood pooling under his head. You scream his name, claw at the air, and something tears open—a door of…