What lives in the basement. (The Umbrella Academy and my OC meet)
Pogo had just finished talking to Deigo and was a little confused himself. He didn’t know who the woman Deigo could have seen was. He had a strange feeling, though. There was an odd memory that seemed to be playing in his head, but before he could think about it he saw something that haunted him for several seconds. There they stood. The younger versions of all the children he had helped raise.
“Pogo,” Luther said, walking in front of the rest of the group. “We need a place we can hide out and figure out what needs to happen next.”
“Of course,” Pogo said, slowly walking away. The others quickly followed him. They walked into the living room where Pogo walked toward the wall that hung the portrait of Regenald Hargreeves. Pogo walked under it pushed something aside and walked through the new hole in the wall.
“Did you know that was there?” Klaus asked Ben.
“I don’t think anyone did,” Ben replied.
They walked down a dark lit staircase before coming across another door, that Pogo quickly opened. “This place looks very different,” Pogo said, taking his first few steps into an empty room. The room was big. Ceiling seemed higher than it should be. It was empty except for three doors on the left and another two on the right. There was also one door in the opposite side of the wall from where they were. The walls were white, clean, mostly. There were a few stains from dust on the wall. There was one part in the wall that seemed to be covered in small drops of blood. And the room was slightly musty and smelled slightly of sweat and oranges.
“What is this room?” Luther asked. Walking around the room, trying to get a better idea of what had happened in that room, and why his father had hidden that room from them.
Pogo shook his head. “I no longer know, Master Luther.”
“What was it once used for?” Deigo asked, getting ahead of the group.
Pogo looked off in the distance. “Storage,” he finally said.
“What did he store?” Luther asked.
Pogo walked ahead of them. “We must get you all ready.”
There was something wrong with Pogo, and they all could feel it. Allison was just the one to voice it. What’s wrong with Pogo? She wrote on her note pad. Everyone shrugged their shoulders.
They followed Pogo as he walked into another room. This room was very different from what any of them expected. The floors were a sterile white. The walls were also white, at one point. They are no longer just white. Every color imaginable has been splattered on them. Layers upon layers of dried paint splattered all over the walls. Some spots did have neat lines painted. One line would be green, the next blue, then pink, then black, then red, purple, yellow. The colors were never in any order. They were never the same color twice though. Whoever had painted that made sure of it. That was in one little section. There was another section where all the painted lines were diagonally done. The same thing was done where the color wouldn’t touch another of the same color, and that even happened when it started to touch the striped section. No same color touched. Even when it came to the splattered paint, there was order in the chaos. It made the person that must have painted it seem crazy, and yet completely sane. There was a pink rug on the floor just in front of them. It was shag, and very fuzzy. It ran almost the entire hallway that they were looking at. There was a poster of Elvis staring them in the face. Just to the left of Elvis was a drawing of a man in a trench coat and on the top was written “The Shadow Knows.”
“Who lives here?” Deigo asked, looking around the hall. He took a step further into the hallway.
“A delusional old lady?” Klaus asked, grabbing a doll from a shelf there were several more shelves with more dolls on them.
“Focus,” Number Five said, grabbing Klaus. “The important thing is getting Vanya somewhere safe.”
Luther walked in with Vanya still lying unconscious in his arms. “I can help with that,” a voice rung out. Everyone looked around for a few seconds. “In here.” They heard a few thuds. “It seems my door is stuck, can one of you help me with the door. It seems to have jammed on me.” Pogo walked over to Allison. While Deigo pulled out one of his knives. “Do be careful with that knife young man, I am squeezed in here just a little.”
Deigo looked back at the others, Klaus was chanting “Stab her. Stab her. Stab her.”
Deigo pried open the door, breaking one of his knives. He opened the door for her, and out came a woman wearing a tight waist dress with three quarter sleeves, and a big skirt. The dress was a dark green, almost a hunter green. Underneath the skirt they could see at least one pair of leggings. They were two-toned. A neon green on her left leg and a Pepto pink on the other. There was a giant hole behind her left knee, and another on her right shin. They would have expected skin to be showing, but no it seemed that there was another pair of leggings underneath, and they were black with a few sparkles. She wore long black gloves and her curly red, auburn, hair was just scattered around her head. She was barefooted, though her leggings wrapped around just the heel of her foot. She was also wearing a long dark red cloak on her shoulders. They could see two small holes in the edge of each side of her skirt. “Thank you,” she said, giving Deigo a small smile.
“Who are you?” Luther asked, setting down Vanya and stepping in between his siblings and this strangely dressed woman.
“My name is Amelia, and you are standing in my hallway. Would you like something to eat, while I take care of the girl,” the woman said, pointing to the unconscious body of Vanya.
“What do you mean by take care of?” Number Five asked, looking down at Vanya.
Amelia laughed for a second. “I just mean that I was going to take her into the medical room in this flat. She should be there, until she regains consciousness, just to be on the safe side.”
“Why would you do that?” Deigo asked, keeping a clear eye on Amelia.
Amelia smiled and shrugged. “Because that is what you do for guests.”
The children looked at each other. They quickly had a silent conversation, about whether to trust the stranger that was in their house. It was split. Klaus and Allison said they should. Deigo and Luther said they shouldn’t, and Number Five refused to voice at all, thinking they should be focusing on the apocalypse. In the end Allison convinced Luther to go with it. “I will take my sister if you lead the way.”
“Of course,” the Amelia said, giving him a smile. “If you guys want to grab something to eat there is a little bit of food in the kitchen. Enjoy.”
“We need to figure out how to stop Vanya,” Number Five stated.
Talk to her. Allison wrote.
“You tried that,” Deigo said, holding his only knife, now broken, in his hands. “And that’s what got us here. We have to think about the other option.”
Klaus looked at them before he said, “We can’t really be thinking about killing our sister.”
“We have to,” Deigo stated, looking at Klaus.
“She’s still our sister, and even if I could get behind killing her we would still have the matter of the fact that she could still blow up the moon,” Klaus said, as one of the most sober things Klaus had said in a long time.
“Surprisingly Klaus is right,” Number Five stated, looking around the group. Klaus looks a little annoyed with surprisingly. “We can’t kill Vanya. Who knows what might happen if we just kill her.”
“Can we just kill Harold now?” Luther asked, walking into the room.
“Shouldn’t you be with Vanya?” Deigo asked, pushing himself off the wall.
Klaus laughed. “Could you be more dramatic?”
And that woman. Allison wrote.
“Who is she?” Number Five asked.
“How would we know?” Deigo asked, walking behind Allison.
Number Five teleported to him. “You’ve been here longer. And she is hardly a woman. She isn’t much older than us in this form.”
“Why would dad keep her in here?” Klaus asked, looking around the room. It was clear to all of them that she had been there for quite a while. He found another shelf of glass dolls, and nearly jumped because he saw their beady glass eyes staring at him.
“Who is to say he did, and that she wasn’t down here trying to spy on him?” Luther asked, walking through the group.
“You seem quick to defend a man who has been lying to you for the better part of four years,” Deigo said, walking toward where Luther had just come from.
“The girl is resting,” Amelia said, walking into the group. “If any of you need sleep, I have cots in the gym. Oh, and I also might have a present for the one that broke the knife for me.”
“What if I don’t want a present from you?” Deigo asked, sauntering toward Amelia.
“You don’t need to take them, I just thought that you would want them, and considering I have no use for them, you seem the most capable of taking them.”
“What are they?” Deigo asked, walking away from her.
“Follow me,” she said, looking at him. Deigo started following her, as did Klaus, and Ben followed Klaus.
“She told me to follow her,” Deigo said, turning around to look at Klaus.
“They can come too,” Amelia said, glancing behind her shoulder. She walked through the door that they had walked through earlier and opened a cabinet. “You can have as many as you need. I have little need for them.”
Deigo’s eyes lit up upon seeing all the knives, close to that of a child at Christmas, or a dog seeing snow for the first time. He then turned to her pulling one out. “Why do you have all of these?”
“This room was once used for storage,” she explained causally.
“A few are missing,” Ben pointed out. Klaus looked inside and nodded.
“I took a few this morning. It’s why the cabinets unlocked,” she said, turning to look at Klaus.
Klaus looked at Deigo and then at Ben and shrugged his shoulders. “Is there anything else I can get for you,” the woman asked, looking at everyone.
“What is the date? The exact date,” Number Five asked, grabbing the woman’s arm.
“I believe that today is March 27,” the woman said, looking at Number Five.
“Three days,” Number Five stated.
“We have three days to fix this,” Deigo stated, looking at everyone.
“I will leave you all to talk,” the woman said, walking into the room and leaving them alone to talk.
“I think she is prototype of mom. Maybe she was a sibling dad created for us,” Luther suggested.
“She is not like your mother, Master Luther,” Pogo stated, walking out of the shadows. “She is not a robot.”
“It doesn’t matter who she is it only matters that we fix this now,” Number Five stated.
“We should go talk to ourselves,” Luther said.
“What good would that do?” Number Five asked. “It would take too much time to explain, besides we don’t know where we are, and we should be out trying to fix this mess ourselves.”
“But someone should tell us we fail,” Klaus said, looking around.
“I hope that I am not overstepping, but I think that the perfect person you all are looking for might be the one that just left the room,” Pogo said, looking to where the woman left.
“We don’t know anything about her,” Luther said, looking at Pogo.
“I am aware of this Master Luther, but she seems willing to help all of you,” Pogo said, looking toward the door.
“She is too eager if you ask me,” Deigo said, touching one of the knives that the woman had.
“She didn’t seem disturbed at all to give a child a knife,” Ben said, looking toward the door that the woman had left from.
“Not one knife many knives,” Klaus said, looking at Ben. “And she had many more.”
Listen to Pogo. Allison wrote.
“Why?” Luther asked, walking over to Allison.
“That’s a great reason,” Klaus said, already walking toward the door.
“We get it Klaus. You think Allison has lost it, but we have to do something, and if Pogo says we trust her, then I say we trust her,” Luther said, grabbing Klaus by the arm.
“I will go get her,” Deigo said, also walking to the door.
But Number five had already teleported toward the door and opened it. He saw that her cloak had dropped, and she was trying to get a knife out of her back. She turned to look at him, and quickly grabbed for her cloak. “What was that?” Klaus asked.
“Was there a knife in your back?” Deigo asked.
“Well, yes, I guess there is still a knife in my back, but there is no reason to worry. I am working on getting it out,” the woman said, giving them a smile.
“Robot,” Klaus whispered.
“Klaus why don’t I see if I can get it out,” Ben said, looking at Klaus.
“I’m still tired from the last thing you did,” Klaus said, whining just a little bit.
But Ben didn’t listen to him. Before the Klaus could stop him. Ben had grabbed the knife in the woman’s back and pulled it out. She turned behind her. “Thank you,” she said quietly, looking away from the knife.
“I will get you stitched up,” Pogo said, already walking away from her.
“Thank you,” she called to him.
“In the meantime, we can explain what is going on,” Luther said, looking at her, as she grabbed for a cloth on the table to stop from bleeding anymore.
