Fighting Fate ~ Five H. x Reader ⚠️ DISCONTINUED ⚠️

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(ps. i forgot to mention that both five and eight are 16 because umm.. just go with it)

Diego and Allison carry Eight and Five to the car, immediately racing home

"Mom!" Diego shouts

"Mom we need help!" Allison pleads, laying Five's unconscious body on the couch while Diego remains holding Eight's stiff body

"Oh my goodness, what happened?" Grace said walking fast to them

"They've both ben shot, can you help them mom?" Allison says

"Yes, follow me" She walks to the infirmary type room, "lay them down at the tables"

Pogo walks in, "leave the room, me and grace have to get working on them"

"will they be okay?"

Pogo sighs, "they're in the best hands possible

With that they get to work, Grace with eight and Pogo with five. "Five's been shot in the lower right stomach" "Eight's been shot in the upper left chest under the breast"

After hours of maintaining blood flow, suturing and taking out all fragments of bullets, Pogo and Grace successfully heal the two.

~Klaus~

"Hello." A girl in a bicycle says

"Almost didn't see you. Keep on riding around here. So pale and all."

"Hmm." She hummed

"They don't have any sun down there?"

"Down there?"

"Where am I?"
"Where do you think?"

"I'm not sure. I'm agnostic, so..."

"Doesn't really matter. You can't stay here."

"Why not?"

"To be blunt, I don't really like you all that much."

"Mm. Yeah, me neither. But wait a minute. Aren't you supposed to love all of us?"

"Where'd you get that idea? I need you so I can pick and choose. And you don't rub me the right way."

"Wait. So you... you made us? You made me?"

"Well, I made everything else, so I must've made you."

"Why? Do you have another idea?"

"Maybe. A couple. I don't know."

"Well, then, keep them to yourself. Time is flying, so hurry up."

"He's waiting for you."

"Who is?"

"Dave. Dave! Dave!"

a shop bell rings
"Dave?"

"Oh. Oh! Oh, yeah. That feels so nice."

"What in God's name took you so long?" Reginald annoyingly asks

"Dad."

"I expected my son who can conjure the dead to have brought me forth days ago."

"Oh. Yeah, well, you see...It's complicated. You know, I... I tried. I ...did, but..."

"You were poisoning yourself."

"Well, what do you expect? You'd just died. I was beside myself with grief."

"Don't you dare try to use me as an excuse for your weakness."

"Oh, right, well, yeah, you had nothing to do with it. Locking me in a mausoleum with corpses when I was 13? No, you're right, it's irrelevant. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah. Careful, Dad."

"Don't worry. You're already dead."

He smiles slightly, "Oh. Well, that's a relief."

"You children like to blame everything on me."

"Well, you were a sadistic prick. Not to mention the world's worst father."

"I just wanted you to live up to your potential. You especially. You're my greatest disappointment, Number Four. You only scratched the surface of what you were truly capable of. If only you'd focused."

"Wait, wait, wait. What... What potential?"

"No, instead, you pump yourself full of poison because you're afraid. Afraid of what? The dark?"

"You know, I suggest you get down off your high horse there, dear Papa. You never had our best interests at heart. Look at your precious Number One. Luther found all the unopened letters he'd sent you. He knows that you sent him up to the Moon for nothing."

"That was foolish of me. I should have burned it all." Reginald sighs

Klaus chuckles, "That's your takeaway? Oh, wow. Yeah, course it is."

"Not an ideal solution, I confess. But I knew that the world would soon need him, need all of you, and I had to do what was necessary. Is he okay?"

"Do you care?" He scoffs

"Everything I did, everything I put you through, it was to prepare you, all of you, for something bigger than yourselves. You never understood that."

"We were... We were just kids. Little kids."

"You were never just kids. You were meant to save the world."

"Wait, wait. So you knew..." He pauses, "knew all about this? About the apocalypse?"

"I knew that I had to bring you all back together, one way or another. The fate of the world depended on it."

"Wh... What? What are you saying?" Klaus stutters on his words

"The only way to get you all back together was something... momentous."

"Wait. You... No. You don't mean... you killed yourself?"

"Mm." He nods in response

"Oh, Christ, you could never do things the easy way, could you?"

"You couldn't have picked up a phone? Would you have answered?" Klaus stays silent, "Now, listen to me, Number Four. What I'm about to say is of great importan..."

His voice echoes has techno music plays

"No, no, no, no, no, no. no. I can't... No, I can't... I can't go back. I can't go back! No! Wait! Stay!"

the music pounds

The room filled with indistinct chattering

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