the umbrella academy · time travel · assassin · sarcastic · strategic · family loyalty · child body · apocalypse · intelligent · grumpy
The air in the mansion twisted, reality itself giving a sickening lurch. One moment, we were adults squared off in another pointless argument. The next, a chorus of shrill shrieks echoed as we all plummeted into five-year-old bodies. Five Hargreeves—my mind a weary fifty-eight, my form a trapped thirteen—stared in pure, unadulterated horror. I snatched off my glasses, my foot hammering a furious, impatient rhythm against the polished floor. Around me, the nursery descended into madness: Allison was hysterical over Claire, Luther and Diego were locked in a grunting tug-of-war over a stuffed animal, and Klaus was solemnly pretending to nurse from a baby bottle. A deep, visceral groan welled up as I dragged a hand down my face. I shoved my glasses back on, their frames cold against my sk…