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In the dirty and druggie infested part of the city, Klaus had found himself walking where he had once lived. The place was a dirty, cruddy and most certainly horribly smelling alley. It was the one place he had found comfort in when The Umbrella Academy split up. God, that name had been on his mind a lot. Just a week ago, his father, Reginald Hargreeves had died. The news of his death caused the entire group to meet at the academy where they had once been kids growing up.
Klaus had been shitfaced drunk, which everyone was pissed at him for. When in doubt, he would turn to drugs and alcohol. Didn’t matter if they were laced or not, whatever made the spirits leave his fucked up head.
Klaus' powers were more than likely the most boring ones in his family. Luther was a big hairy man with the strength of superman, Diego could throw knives as accurately as possible, Allison has the power to make anyone do anything she wants with just a whisper of a rumor, Five can time travel to any time period ever, and well- No one knows Viktor's, especially because their dad always hid it from them.
Klaus was silently looking at the spot where he had once slept on the ground, it was silent. Eerily silent, like something was about to happen.
“Klaus,” said the male voice of the ghost behind him, it was his dead, younger brother, Ben. He had died on a mission when they were younger, and no one knew why. Ben was a 5 '9, 32 year old, Asian man. He had short brown hair, a black jacket with a hoodie underneath the unzipped jacket. He had black jeans and black air forces on. He was sarcastic, and serious, unless he had a reason to not be.
Every so often he would let his guard down with Klaus, and joke around. He was kind and loving when you got to know him. Ben had tentacles which came out of a portal i his stomach. He could use the tentacles to swallow humans and kill them. Didn't matter if they were adults or children, it would work on anyone.
Ben sighed at Klaus as his eyes trailed over to his old spot in the alleyway. He gently put a hand on Klaus’ shoulder and began to speak. His voice was stern and cold. Klaus’ head turned to Ben’s hand on his shoulder, and he sighed. He looked into the ghost’s eyes and he could see Ben's face soften as he looked up at him.
“Why do you keep coming back here if it just makes you remember your drug addict days?” he asked softly, his voice less cold than normally, but it was clear that he was trying to hide his worried tone from Klaus' acknowledgement.
“Ben, how many times do I have to tell you, I wasn’t addicted, i just..” Klaus paused, and thought for a second before speaking up again. “I was just depending on it for stability, i was not addicted!"
“That is quite literally the definition of addict!” Ben argued “God, shut the hell up for once, will you?! I don’t need a god damn ghost telling me what’s good and what isn’t!” Klaus stormed off, he didn’t know where to go. He didn’t have a house, let alone a car.
Two days later. That was when Klaus got the visitor. He hadn’t been in contact with his siblings even though they had just seen each other the week before at their childhood home’. Klaus was blackout drunk and clearly high. Meth, Fentanyl, didn’t matter, he had relapsed whether he wanted to admit it or not. He stumbled over to the door and gently opened the wooden board. He let out an audible gasp as he saw the face on the other side. It was his older brother, and Number Two of the academy, Diego.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in~!” Klaus giggled out as his hand went to stabilize his weight on Diego's shoulder. Klaus had a huge grin on his face, and his eyes were glossier than ever.
"You're drunk," Diego's voice was cold and stern, it had been like this ever since he had to disable our mom, Grace. "We need you back at the academy, Five has bad news for us but he won't say what until we have the entire family there."
Diego was a 5 '10, 29 year old male. He has short, dark brown hair which he always got cut into a fade. He wore a suit which looked like any stereotypical spy movie gear. The outfit was all black and made out of a breathable material. He had a belt which had slots and covers for each of his throwing knives. "Klaus, let go of me..." He said with a tired tone, his hand running down his face as he tries to push Klaus of him. Klaus just snickered and gripped onto Diego even tighter.
"what does that little ol' man need from his drunk ass brother?" Klaus burst out in laughter as he gently swayed back and forth. Diego sighed and just looked at Klaus, before gently wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "Guessing I have to drive?" Diego asks as if he didn't already know the answer.
"Well, I'm blackout drunk, really want me to drive?" Klaus asked half-jokingly, his hand subconsciously gripping his older brother's shoulder again. Klaus giggles as Diego sighs and gets into the driver's seat of his black, 80s Buick Rivieria.
Once the two of them got to the academy, Klaus had finished the bottle of cheap vodka he had in his hand. He let out a relaxed sigh and melted against the seat. "You're pathetic, Klaus." Ben says coldly, Klaus jumped and let out a quiet yelp. Ben hadn't been following Klaus since the argument the two of them had. “God, shut up, you act as if you know what it’s like to uh…” he slurs drunkinly, his words fading as he giggles. “You act as if you know what it’s like to be me, you d-don’t have to deal with yourself all the fucking time, ghost boy~!”
It took them thirty minutes to get to a place that normally took five. Klaus kept giggling and joking in the car, until he said something that caught Diego’s attention.
“Y’know, I wish we could all go back to when we were kids, and…-“ His words caught in his throat, he was never the kind to share his feelings with others. If he did, it was never his brothers or sisters. After every year, every mission, everything. He still didn’t trust them. He thought they would send him to rehab again, even though he’s been more than once. “A-and not live that stupid superhero movie kink that dad had out…-“ he continues with a slur in his tone, the words trailing off.