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The second apocalypse was over! Viktor has integrated back into the family and transitioned, finally his real and true self; the Umbrella Academy was back in action, and everything was going swell!
If you don’t count the fact that Klaus was on his third relapse. He was really trying to stay sober but the ghosts always got the better of him. This time he’d lasted four months. He still saw no sign of Dave and the last straw was seeing one of their old nannies yelling at him to avenge her death, save her, kill Victor. The old woman was using his deadname too, the whore.
They were always screaming for him to help them. Asking him to set them free, help them move on, blaming him for not being able to do anything, but this time was just so different he couldn’t help but give in.
Which brings him to the scenario he was currently in. Walking back into their mansion of a house after being gone all night to see his siblings having yet another family meeting without him. He’s not offended; not anymore. It’s been happening for months, him walking into the room, sober or not, to see them all having a family meeting. Talking, laughing, or crying with each other. Sometimes they were just silent, just in each other’s presence. All without Klaus.
Luther is the first to notice he’s there. The monkey man gives him a look of disappointment and annoyance as he sighs.
“Really, Klaus? Again.” Everyone turns to him. They can see it, his dilated pupils and relaxed nature. What they can’t see is how much he really was trying, as evident by everyone talking over each other, chastising him and expressing their disappointment.
“Come on Klaus.” Fair.
“Are you serious?” Sadly, yes.
“Four months down the drain.” Yep.
“I knew it wouldn’t last long.” That one hurt.
“Come on guys, I’m trying my best here!” Klaus attempted.
“Yes and clearly your best isn’t good at all. Jesus, Klaus, when are you gonna take this seriously?” Luther complained.
“What assholes.” Ben, from the corner of the room, commented. He nods in agreement.
“You guys don’t know what it’s like! The ghosts-” Klaus tried, he was interrupted by Allison.
“See, Klaus you’re always blaming the ghosts, blaming the drugs. Anyone but yourself as you constantly beg for attention. It’s getting old.” Klaus looks at all of his siblings and can’t help but feel frustrated. He’s angry that they can’t and never will understand, and he tells them that too.
“You don’t know what it’s like! You can’t understand anything. My power, the ghosts. Why I do what I do. You’ll never get it. None of you.” Klaus sounds defeated as he slumps into a nearby chair. Allison looks at everyone else in the room before her eyes land back on her brothers and she speaks again.
“Want to bet?” She starts, “I heard a rumor..” protest begins to arise from everyone in the room “..that everyone in this room had Klaus’s ability for 48 hours.”
At first nothing seems to happen. There is silence from everyone in the room, until Klaus speaks up.
“This is gonna suck for them.” He looks at Ben, who looks at the rest of his brothers and sister.
“Agreed.”
Everyone turned to look at their deceased brother in shock. Ben gave them a little wave and a smile. Klaus groaned.