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Wake up, eat breakfast, go to Ben's statue to read, barely see Reginald, and wonder around trying to find things to do.
That's the normal routine.
Never changes. Nothing added. Just the boring, same old thing day after day.
While walking around the parlor, Pogo approaches me with his cane taping on the floor with every step. With a stern look, he placed both hands atop the cane and took a sigh. "Your father wishes to see you in his office, Miss Y/n."
"Thank you, Pogo. I'll head right down," I respond back, turning my heal and heading upstairs to his office.
While I walk towards the door, I think of what he could've called me for. We never speak, let alone have a small conversation if he were to pass by me.
I knock, "It's Eight. You wished to see me." he turns in his chair and gives me a simple look, gesturing me to sit down in the chair in front of his desk.
I take a seat and wait for him to start. With heavy breath, he starts.
"I've called you in here to prepare you for what might happen in the future. If anything were to happen to me, Pogo, or Grace, I want you to continue to keep up your training, even if we're not here."
In my head I was thinking why the hell is he telling me this, but I gave nod and a tight-lipped smile. "Yes, sir. Thank you. I shall be going now," standing up from the chair, I made my way out of his office.
The next day I woke up to Mom telling me that Reginald had passed that night.
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"Hey, Mom. Mom?" A soft voice spoke which revealed to be Vanya calling to her mother who was sitting on the couch that sat in the living room.
Grace had her head tilted a bit to the side, eyes open as she sat still—drifting off into an existence.
"Vanya?" A tall light brown curly-headed woman called from the top of the stairs, and started to walk down to her younger sister. "You're actually here," she chuckled softly now moving forward to give her a hug.
"Hey, Allison," smiled Vanya.
"Hey, sis," she smiled back.
"Having a sister sibling reunion without me, huh? Should've brought my camera then," A voice bounced off the walls sarcastically as Y/n walks down the stairs with a smile, greeting her older siblings.
"Y/n," they say in unison.
"Yeah. Reginald still hasn't found out why I didn't age while I was stuck so. . . guess I'm still the same," gesturing to her 13 year old body that hasn't changed since "the incident."
They both walk towards the girl, greeting her with a warm hug. "Ah. What is she doing here?" A male voice questioned as they entered in the room.
Heads turned towards Diego who was in a black, leather spandex suit. Knife holders all around the outfit. He bid Vanya a side glare and headed towards the stairs.
"She deserves to be here. I mean, she was adopted into the family and deserves to be here like the rest of us," the comment was heard from Y/n as Diego turned around.
He now looked the girl up and down. "Y/n," he spoke, shocked.
"Yep, I'm still here. Shocker, right? After I woke up from my fear, I had no choice but to stay here in the house every day, all by myself. No one came to visit me and no one came to check on me, besides Vanya. So, you shouldn't be saying anything."
Y/n glares with anger and walks away to her room, locking herself away from the family to cool down since her eyes turned a faint f/c.
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After she cooled down a little, she went back downstairs to see Vanya and Pogo looking at Fives portrait over the fire place. "How long has it been since Five disappeared?" asked Vanya as Pogo joined her side.
"It's been sixteen years, four months, and fourteen days," Pogo placed both hands onto his cane. "Your father insisted that I keep track."
"You wanna know something stupid?" Vanya speaks up, "I used to always leave the lights on for him. I was scared that he would come back, it would be late and the house would be dark, and he wouldn't be able to find us, so he'd—"
"Leave again," the younger girl filled in from beside her. "You used to make snacks. Peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches. I remember one time when we were nine, we used to sneak downstairs after dark," she smiled. "The four—I mean three of us."
Before Vanya could even ask what she meant by "the four of them" when it was only her, Y/n, and Five. The girl left to go upstairs back to her room, but bumped into her favorite druggie.
Klaus.
"Hey, Klaus! What's that?" she asked, questioning the gold and black box he had just kissed.
"Y/n!" he cheered in pure joy and gives her a hug which she wraps her arms around his frail body hesitantly. "How are you? I've missed you so much, my little n/n!" Klaus exaggerated.
"I've been good, but what's that?" she asked again about the box he has in his hands.
He quickly stuffs it into the back of his pants, acting like nothing just happened. "Nothing just nothing. But I will see you later my little n/n," he gave her a peck on the forehead and headed downstairs.
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Later on, Luther called a family meeting in the living and they all knew what it was about. Dear old dads death. Y/n and Vanya are seated on a couch while Diego is on a nearby chair, and Allison is sitting on an arm rest of another chair that was nearby the fireplace. Klaus is at the bar, mixing several alcohols together to make a concoction of nasty drinks.
The silence in the room was uncomfortable for all of them.
"Um," Luther breaks the tension. "I guess we should get this started. So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words just at Dad's favorite spot."
"Dad had a favorite spot?" questions Allison.
"You know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?"
This caused Y/n to roll her eyes. "Not all of us were daddies number one and bowed down to him, big guy," she began to zone out the conversation.
"Will there be refreshments? Tea? Scones?" Y/n snorted at her older—adopted—brother. "Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner," Klaus walked over to the living room area, a drink in hand and blunt in his mouth.
"What? No. And put that out," Luther gestured towards his blunt. "Dad didn't allow smoking in here."
Annoyed, Y/n grabbed the blunt and started smoking it, turning her eyes f/c just to piss Luther off.
"Is that my skirt?" Allison crossed her legs in disbelief.
"What?" Klaus looked down at his boot on half and chuckled. "Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathey on the bits," he twirled then sat down on the couch next to Y/n.
"Listen up. Still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?" Luther announced as Klaus took the blunt back from Y/n's mouth.
"Like what?" asked Diego.
"Like the way he died."
That caused the siblings to roll their eyes and groan in annoyance. "And here we go," Diego looked towards the floor.
"I don't understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack," Vanya spoke up.
"Yeah, according to the coroner," Luther said.
"Well, wouldn't they know?" Vanya quizzed.
"Theoretically—"
" "Theoretically"?" Allison mimicked.
"I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time that I talked to Dad, he sounded strange," Luther told his siblings.
"Oh, quelle surprise!" Klaus gurgled his alcoholic drink.
"Strange how?" Diego perked up in interest.
"He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust," Luther explained, but his siblings still didn't believe him.
"Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles," argued Diego.
"No. He must have known something was going to happen," Luther looked at Klaus. "Look, I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad."
Klaus scoffed. "I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, "Dad, could you just...stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?" Klaus waved the blunt in his hand around, causing smoke to flow around, making Vanya gag.
"Since when? That's your thing," Luther assumed.
"I'm not in the right... frame of mind," claimed Klaus.
"You're high?" Allison groaned in annoyance.
"Yeah! Yeah! I mean, how are you not, listening to this nonsense?" Klaus argued.
"Well, sober up, this is important," Luther declared. "Then there's the issue of the missing monocle—"
"Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?" asks Diego.
"Exactly. It's worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Some with a grudge," Luther kept on eyeing Y/n which didn't go unnoticed by Diego.
"Where are you going with this?" queried the highest one.
"Isn't it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed Dad. And his main suspect is Y/n," Diego points to said girl.
This made Y/n mad, leading her to stand up and glare at Luther while her eyes turned f/c.
Everything started to shake.
The drinks Allison and Klaus were drinking started to bubble and f/c started to illuminate from of her palms.
"I did not kill Dad. How could ever think that? I would never even stoop this low to kill him," she claimed in a betrayed voice.
"Calm done, Y/n, calm down. It's okay, it's okay," Vanya soothed as Y/n then began to calm down.
She thanked her sibling as everything went back to normal. She took one last glance towards Luther before she left the room, going upstairs to cool off.
"How could you think that?" Vanya glared then walked off.
"Great job Luther. Way to lead," Diego adds, now walking off.
"You're crazy man," Klaus points with his blunt. "Crazy."
"I'm not finished—" Luther pleads as most of his siblings walk past him.
"Sorry, I'm just gonna go murder mom with Y/n now, be right back," Klaus turned back towards Luther then walked off somewhere.
"I didn't—" Luther tries to argues back as he sighs.
Lastly, Allison gets up, giving him a final glance and starts to walk off with a look on her face.
"Allison. . ." he practices reached out towards her. "Jeez," he sighed now seeing himself alone in an empty room.
"Well, that went well."