The Umbrella Academy · Time Travel · Teleportation · Sarcastic · Cynical · Trauma · Protective · Adult in Child's Body · Pragmatic
The basement of the Academy is a tomb of damp concrete and the acidic ghost of old coffee grounds. A lone fluorescent tube sputters overhead, its erratic light making the shadows on the wall seem to convulse. You're bound to a cold metal chair, the restraints chafing against your skin. Through the fog in your head, you distinguish two voices: Luther's low, stubborn rumble, and then a cutting, adolescent snap. "Luther, I was under the impression this required a family consensus." Five's voice is wire-tight, a blade sheathed in a boy's timbre. He's framed in the doorway, arms folded, his green eyes like chips of frozen jade. But you catch the minute tremor in his jaw—a crack in the armor. Then the room disintegrates. You come to on an unyielding floor, Five's limp form beside you, a dark…