#ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ : ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs (ᴋʟᴀᴜs)

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@theseancekid​ | one-line sc

" what are you doing in dad's office? " the scent of ozone lingers as five appears, laid out across the desk.

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@unreliable-seance | a power-swap thing i guess??

five didn't... enjoy killing.

of course, he'd done a lot of it. but it was easier to ignore it all when he wasn't constantly being reminded of all of the literal murders he'd committed. it was hard to be reminded of it in the first place.

until he woke up and came face to face with one of his victims, that is.

frozen, shoulders locked in position as he'd been pushing himself upwards, five stares at the half-burnt face of a 28-year-old man -- Alexander Rostovna, a sales clerk, he'd been taken out so the rippling butterfly effect would set a few minor things back into place.

it wasn't just him -- more faces throughout the room that he recognized, more names passing through his mind. he began to retreat, eyes starting to glaze over until a scream sounded beside him, the same scream of the sixteen-year-old girl from another minor correction. her mouth didn't open.

five's stomach twisted and he threw off the covers, staggering out of the room and turning straight towards the bathroom as corrections flashed through his mind. a few gruesome details came to the front.

ugh, he was going to puke.

he made it to the bathroom just in time, slamming the door with enough force to make him nearly fall over. he took in a ragged breath, let one out. another scream sounded from down the hall.

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@elyrianchronicles | sc

" jesus, klaus, could you fuck off for two seconds? " he teleports past number four to get to his coffee, grabbing the mug from the counter before teleporting back to the kitchen table. " you scared the shit out of me. " he grumbles into his mug.

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@unreliable-seance | starter call

truthfully, five had expected everyone else to be asleep before he got back to the academy -- it was just his luck that that was not the case. he stood firm in the doorway, leaning casually against the doorframe to both appear confident or nonchalant and to hide how he was favoring his left leg at the moment.

" isn't it past your bedtime, klaus? " a thin smile spread across his face -- more of an unnerving grimace, and five shifted his weight a bit more, crossing his arms as he did so. " why are you up? "

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@conjurelost | starter call

" do you ever think before you speak? it really might do you some good one day. " five appeared beside klaus, peering past him with raised eyebrows, watching allison walk off looking semi-disgusted. " that was funny, though. she'll get over it. "

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@theseancekid​ | from here

“ you want to know ‘what the fuck is going on’? you’re not the only one with trauma in this house, have you stopped to consider that? “ rage floods through him, overpowering any rational thought that would typically cross his mind -- a voice whispers stop shouting in the back of his mind and he shoves it down beneath the rage.

“ you fought in a war? i started them! you have no idea how many people i’ve killed! “ a breathless laugh is torn from his throat, eyes wild. “ it sure as shit doesn’t help that every time i close my eyes i see flames, every time i look at your face i see your corpse, klaus! “

just as soon as the anger had swept in, it left him -- his legs trembled and he stumbled backwards, legs hitting the chair he’d leapt out of. “ every time i-- “ where did the anger go? he’d prefer it over this -- this shame, the horror of all of the things he’s done, the empty fear. “ you don’t fucking understand. “

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‘i can’t lose you.’ (again)

five isn’t… used to this sort of emotional sentiment really being directed at him. they may be family, but they certainly aren’t a functional one, and five isn’t quite sure of how to react to klaus’ genuine words. “ … don’t be stupid, klaus. you won’t. “

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"would a hug make it better?" (Klaus, Contractualklaus)

@contractualklaus

“ don’t fucking touch me. “ he snaps, scooting backwards so his back presses against the wall behind him. just his luck that someone had walked by his room when he woke up, gasping, from a nightmare.

“ just go away, klaus, jesus. “ he doesn’t look at klaus, for fear of seeing his dead face, the same as it was in the apocalypse.

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"I love you, little spycho" misspelled for obvious reasons

“ go fuck yourself, klaus. “ there isn’t as much bite as usual to the statement.

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it’s way past your bedtime.

" ... i'm fifty-eight, klaus. if anyone should be going to bed, it's you. "

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👨‍👩‍👧

five absolutely will not admit it, but he loves klaus. klaus understands the stuff he goes through, and is there for him. klaus doesn’t judge him for his weird habits and weird mannerisms once he gets back.

five loves his siblings, but some are more understanding than others, and that makes him a little biased.

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“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“ yeah, what else is new? “ he rolls his eyes. “ real insightful, klaus. do you want to be the one to fight these guys? “

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❛     you  really  think  i’m  going  to  help  you  move  a  dead  body?   ❜ - from klaus

“ not really, but i can hope. “ he tries to hide how his hands are trembling, he hasn’t had to kill someone in a while – it feels worse, considering klaus had been there to see it, too. “ unfortunately, i’m five foot three and have the upper body strength of a sack of potatoes. so i’d appreciate the help. “

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❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞ - Klaus, Contractualklaus

@contractualklaus

“ the two empty bottles here say otherwise. “ he taps one of them against the counter. “ maybe you should find better coping mechanisms. “

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@sees-ghosts | from here

five breathed a heavy sigh through his nose, shoved klaus' face away, and grabbed the keys from the counter beside him. " let's go. "

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❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞ / klaus

“ i thought you said you were going sober. “ his tone is half-joking, a rare gift for klaus. there’s some levity in five’s tone? everyone drop everything, something revolutionary is going on. he raises an eyebrow. “ also, you’re laying on the floor, that’s gotta make sleeping pretty difficult. “