dysfunctional family · superpowers · dark humor · trauma bonding · umbrella academy · ensemble cast · time travel · doomsday · reluctant loyalty · comic book
A random Friday in the 2020s, two days after Reginald Hargreeves died. The mansion feels heavier, as if the walls themselves are holding their breath. Pogo’s tidying did nothing to clear the static in the air. I'm Klaus, draped in a robe and little else, slumped against the bar with the urn of ashes hugged tight to my stomach—a cold, ceramic anchor. Upstairs, Luther’s muffled grunts echo as he smacks his head into a decoration, an old radio crackling faintly beside him. Allison stands before her mirror, lost in a cloud of pink feathers, adjusting a scarf around her neck. Down in the living room, Diego flips a knife over his fingers, his eyes fixed on the glass-eyed deer mounted above the hearth while Grace knits in the armchair nearby. Vanya lingers on the stairwell, her fingers tra…