A Corpse Instead Of A Cube

The Sparrows vs The Umbrellas

Third Person P.O.V:

Cyra was in her room making little flames in her hands while listening to music when her sister Sloane called her that there was an intruder in the house and that they would go and see if it was something they could help fight off.

"This isn't your home" Reginald explained to the Umbrella Academy, while the Sparrows take place behind them. "What are you talking about? This is the Umbrella Academy" Allison said, confused about how they were talking to their dead father, "Wrong again", Reginald said before continuing.

"This... is the Sparrow Academy", he stated, making all of them confused, but once he finished his statement they all turned around and saw six people standing on top of a balcony, where they all wore uniforms similar to their old ones just in the color red.

"Dad, who the hell are these assholes?", Ben walked up to the front, judging all of them one by one. "Shit", they all cursed, somehow astonished by seeing him. "Ben, is that really you?", Luther asked, making the Sparrows confused.

"And who... are the weirdos on the balcony?" Diego shouted, making the Sparrows look at each other. "They are the Sparrows, my children" Reginald proudly said, as items shook around them.

"I'm sorry, what do you mean by your children?" Five asked in disbelief. "yeah, his children didn't you hear him, so please run along and leave our house", Cyra spoke out, annoyed that they were in their house, to begin with.

"How about you run along to school you little shit", Diego hollered back, making all the Sparrows glare at the intruders, especially Cyra, they scoffed as usual when people would make fun of their sister just because she looked younger than them.

Even though they all were the same age, Cyra was stuck in her seventeen-year-old body because of an accident. They looked at their youngest sibling who was mad and even more annoyed, but she tried staying calm and led her and her siblings down the stairs.

"That's not possible old man", Five continued, ignoring what Diego said, since he was also in the same place, small, and in his thirteen-year-old body. "Of course it is! I think I'd know, wouldn't I?" Reginald expressed.

"Everybody else can see Ben, right?" Klaus asked his siblings, not caring about what their supposed dead father said. "Cute hat, Sundance," Ben said sarcastically, as his siblings reached the bottom, where Marcus obviously went up front.

"They call themselves the Umbrella Academy... a group of scheming, perfidious malcontents, who accosted me in the fall of 1963, when I was away on business in Dallas. Be warned, they claim to be my spawn" Reginald informed his present timeline children.

"Claim? Look, Five, what the hell is going on?" Allison demanded, growing concerned. "I don't know yet, but it's concerning." Five responded, still eying the briefcase. "Is he telling the truth?" Marcus asked seriously.

"Not the part about us being perfidious", Vanya genuinely said. "No, we're amateur-fidious, at best'', Klaus said, raising his hands up. "That isn't even a word dingus", Cyra spat, still annoyed.

Her siblings were thankful that her hair wasn't on fire but were still concerned about her attitude since it would cause her to use her powers. "Hey, but we are his children, and this is our house," Vanya said, trying not to start a fight.

"Yeah, yeah! We, uh... We grew up here", Luther stuttered. "Uh Yeah, yeah we grew up here", Cyra mocked, making Alphonso, Fei, and Jayme chuckle proudly. Jayme and Cyra also fist bumped. "I kind of think we would have noticed you," Sloane said, making Luther look at her with fascination.

Cyra's P.O.V:

"Hi. I'm Luther", the big buff guy said to my carefree sister, making me sneer. "Okay. None of you belong here", some tall girl said. "Oh! Well, then. I guess we'll just pack our bags and move out" Fei said.