Well, hellloooooooo everybody! So I recently started watching Umbrella Academy and I seriously binged in less than two days because IT IS THE BEST SERIES IN. THE. UNIVERSE. I honestly loved every single freaking second of it. So in honor of this amazing show (on Netflix btw), I have decided to do a bunch of Umbrella Academy one-shots in this story. Now I am taking requests, and I would very much like people to request stories, no matter how gory or bloody or depressing or whatever because I know that I'm going to run out of ideas on my own. It can be set in any time period (Ben being alive, before/after the apocalypse, as children etc.) So anyway, on with the story!

Disclaimer: If I owned Umbrella Academy I would've made season one at least 10 episodes longer and season two would be out already

This is based on the Netflix adaptation of the series, not on the comic books

Summary: After the robbery at the bank, Ben begins to have doubts about wanting to continue on. However, help comes in the form of a certain brother

For anyone who doesn't know (or lives under a rock) Ben has a portal in his stomach which allows tentacles to come out a stuff (that's a really bad explaination don't come for me XD) just look up a picture it's awesome XD.

'I just can't do this!' That one phrase blared over and over in Ben's head like an alarm as he lay spread out across his bed staring up at the ceiling, hands folded over his chest and drops of blood slowly oozing down his face. He hadn't even bothered to wash it off. He had learned long ago that no matter how many times he splashed water on his cheeks and forehead and scrubbed the blood until there was no trace except little pink stains in the sink, one way or another he always ended up covered in it again. Now, he would just wait until his father yelled at him to clean it off. 'My father.' Ben thought bitterly. 'As if he even deserves that title.' All his father had ever done for him and his siblings was torture them mentally and physically in order to make them into the perfect superheroes. 'Well, who says we want to be superheroes.'

"Ben?"

"Klaus?" Ben rolled over to see his brother standing in his doorway. As usual, his hair was a tangled mess and he still had traces of eyeliner on his face. "What are you doing in my room?"

"That, my brother, is a very good question." Klaus walked across the room and sat on the bed. After an awkward pause, Ben twisted around the sat up too. "I honestly don't know what I'm doing here. I'm getting my bath all warm and fuzzy one minute and the next thing I know I'm standing outside your room"

"Huh. Ok"

A comfortable silence fell into place as the two brothers sat side by side, each with different thoughts running through their crazy twisted minds. Klaus studied his brother carefully. Ever since he could remember, he had felt a special connection to Ben. He always seemed the most innocent out of the seven, but he had been cursed with the most gruesome power. Klaus sighed at the sight of his brother with blood splattered all over him and whipped a droplet off Ben's face with a flick of his finger. "What's wrong, man?" He asked, abruptly breaking the silence.

"Dad tried to turn us into superheroes." Ben's voice was barely a choked whisper. His hands were balled up into fists, though he made no eye contact with Klaus.

Klaus, who had absolutely no idea where this conversation was going, shrugged. "Yeah, well he sure screwed that up didn't he."

Ben nodded stiffly, glancing at Klaus for a brief moment before averting his gaze. "Yeah, he did more than just screw up. He was a complete and utter failure, as a father and as a teacher."

"Woah Woah Woah hey now," Klaus said softly, eyeing the hallway nervously. "I mean sure, I dislike that old crackpot as much as the next guy but I mean, we did stop the robbery at the bank today and we saved all those hostages. That's something to be proud of, right?" He placed a hand on Ben's shoulder. "Right?"

Ben shrugged him off, earning a betrayed look from Klaus. "No, Klaus, that's not what I'm talking about. We saved those hostages by killing every single one of those men." Ben made direct eye contact with Klaus for the first time since he entered the room. Klaus unconsciously scooted farther away from his brother, startled to see so much hatred in his eyes. "You know how a real superhero would've done it? How they would've handled those men?" Klaus had no words. All he could do was just stare at Ben. "A real superhero would've caught the criminals and handed them over to the police. A real superhero would've caught them alive." Ben scoffed and clicked his tongue. "All dad did was make us murderers."

"Ben..." Klaus didn't know how to explain it, but even though they were all exactly the same age Ben always seemed so much younger. The others didn't see it that way, but Klaus had always thought of Ben as a little brother, a person he could hang onto. The truth was, everyone in the house had a companion, like their lifeline. Sure, all of the siblings loved each other, but they were always in little groups or pairs. Diego and Mom were a pair, Luther and Allison were a pair, and Five, Klaus, and Ben were a group. More times than any of them could count, the three of them, sometimes accompanied by another sibling but that was rare, would sneak out of the house at god knows what hour and go to the donut shop across town to just eat and talk. It had always felt good to rebel against their ever controlling father. Klaus just didn't know Ben felt this strongly about him.

"What, Klaus," Ben said, more like a statement than a question. "Are you going to say that you understand, that dad makes us do it for the greater good?" He sneered. "Because I can't remember one god damn time that you were in an actual fight with the rest of us instead of disappearing until it was over. Me, however," Ben chuckled painfully. "I have this whole situation going on." He gestured to his stomach. "Whenever we go on a mission, I have to kill more people than any of you combined. How do you think that makes me feel, walking out of a fight covered in blood while the rest of you are as clean as when you came in?!" Klaus was at a loss for words. "Well, I'll tell you how it makes me feel. The sensation of blood running down my face doesn't bother me anymore. And you know what? That scares the hell out of me."

"Ben I-" Klaus looked for words to say but he couldn't find any. "I'm sorry you're cursed with this thingie in your stomach, but we're all cursed in some way. I mean," Klaus snorted. "All that teleporting and jumping has got to have messed with Five's head, you know what a little bitch he can be sometimes. And Luther thinks he's all that, but I have NO idea where he got that piece of shit fed into his brain."

Ben laughed softly. "You've got some good points."

"And don't even get started on me." Klaus turned to Ben. "Do you know how terrifying it is to wake up and have a farmer with half of his face blown off leaning right over your bed? It's terrifying as hell."

Ben stared in awe at Klaus. "Has that really happened?"

Klaus chuckled softly. "Yep, multiple times. So many in fact that I've been starting to think he looks kind of cute." He said the last part kind of as a sigh, his back slumping over and his bad posture getting even lower.

Ben laughed right out loud this time. "You are SO gay."

"I know." Silence fell over the room once more as the boys sat together on the bed. "Hey, Ben?"

"Yeah?"

"If you really hate killing that much, just sit back and leave it all to Diego. He LOVES spilling people's blood"

Ben let out an airy snort. "Psh, true." Silence once more, until it was interrupted by the yells of a distressed Five and an angry father.

"Why does he always yell at Five like that?" Klaus wondered aloud, glancing worriedly down the hall with his eyebrows scrunched together. Ben shrugged.

"You said it yourself, that man is a professional asshole. And Klaus?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for talking with me."

"I mean sure. I don't even know how I got here in the first place but you're welcome. I guess."

The brothers exchanged a quick hug. Living with a man as cruel as their adoptive father, acts of fondness were frowned upon. So when the siblings were showing their affection towards each other, they made it quick before their father caught them and gave them a lecture about 'going soft.'

Klaus nodded his head with satisfaction. "That was ni-CRAP I FORGOT ABOUT MY BATH!" Sure enough, little pools of water were seeping under the cracks in the bathroom door and settling in the crevices in the old wooden floors of the Academy. Ben nodded at his brother with a small grin stretched across his face. Klaus grinned back and Ben watched him sprint full speed out of the room and turn the corner to the tub. A few seconds later Klaus's head popped back in the doorway. "And by the way, you might want to wash off all of-" he gestured in a circular motion to Ben's face "That."

Ben rolled his eyes playfully. "Sure thing brother." Klaus popped him a quick thumbs up before rushing over to turn off the bathtub faucet. Ben heard a hard BANG as Klaus slipped and hit his head on the floor, before hearing a LOOOOOOONG string of curse words and the sound of the water finally turned off. Ben shook his head, still smiling his first genuine smile in what felt like days. Walking over to his drawer he pulled out what once was a white washcloth, now stained various versions of pink and red, and began to wipe all of the blood off his face and neck.

'Thank you, god.' Ben thought silently to himself. 'I don't know what I did to deserve my brothers and sisters after all of my killings, but thank you.'

So heyyyyyy I just wrote that. Isn't that fun lol? I personally thought it was pretty good, but that's for you guys to decide. Now like I said this is a series of one-shots so if you have any requests PLEASEEEEE give them to me. And after reading this fanfiction I just want to make it clear that this is NOT an incest fanfictin in ANYYYYY way. I know how some of y'all are able to twist the simplest acts of kindness towards siblings into something more... extreme XDXD. Thanks, fam, and have a great day/afternoon/night!