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October 1st 1989. 43 women gave birth to 43 extraordinary children. I was one of those children. 8 of us were adopted by a billionaire named Sir Reginald Hargreeves. He trained us and called is the Umbrella AcademyAcademy. My name is Number Eight. I wasn't given a name so my robotic mother named me Y/N. I had a strange childhood to say the least.

But I had moved on. I got my own place and a normal job. However, I got a call from Pogo (our fathers monkey butler) telling me that our father died. This means I have to go back to the Academy and see my siblings again. This will be fun.

First story so don't judge me lol. Have fun <3