𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 ~ 𝗞𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘀 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀

~ Chapter Twenty Five ~

Dusk stirred in her bed, slowly realizing she was not in the same spot as when she first fell asleep. How did I get back in my bed? Before she could think of a possible answer, the sound of a bell ringing came from the hallway, making her jump. "Wakey wakey! Eggs and Bakey!" Klaus's high-pitched voice rang throughout the hall.

The raven got off the bed and slowly walked towards the door, opening it to see him continuing to ring the bell without a care in the world. "Morning, songbird!" He chirped. "Morning, Klaus. Can I ask why you are ringing that bell at seven in the morning?" she groaned, rubbing the tired out of her eyes. "Well, I need everyone to get downstairs. It's important," He explained. "Give me five minutes. I'll be down there," she responded before shutting the door to get changed.

Klaus went to the lower-level bedrooms, hoping to wake up anybody sleeping there. Luther's bedroom door creaked open, and he came out, wrapping a blanket around his lower body. "Oh, there's the man. Someone pulled a disappearing act last night. What mischief did you get into?" Klaus questioned. "W-what? I-I didn't," Luther stuttered. Klaus looked over his shoulder, peeking into the bedroom to see a woman in his bed. He waved to the girl, and Luther immediately shut the door, embarrassed that his brother saw a naked woman there.

"Oh, come on, don't be so shy, big guy. You needed it! Not a lot of ladies on the moon, I assume. And all that pressure resting on those big hairy shoulders," Klaus egged on as Luther begged him to stop. "Wait... Was this your-" The look on Luther's face said it all. Klaus's jaw dropped, and he started cheering at his brother, "popping his cherry." "Now you're going to have to marry her!" he teased. "Would you keep your voice down?" Luther hissed. "Hey, you know. I remember my first. Wait no, I don't. Oh wait, I do! I think it was-,"

"Klaus, what is it?" Number One barely whispered, not wanting his brother to embarrass him further. "Oh, the important family business. Meet me downstairs, okay? And Luther, no dilly-dallying, all right? Chop, chop!" Downstairs in the kitchen, Klaus poured cups of coffee, passing one to Luther before Five came into the room and took it from his hands. Almost immediately, he gagged at how bitter the taste was. "Jesus. Who do I gotta kill to get a decent cup of coffee?"

"Wait, where's Diego and Allison?" Dusk asked. "Alright then, this is the closest thing to a quorum that we're gonna get," Klaus sighed after a moment of silence. "Now, listen up. There's no easy way to say this, so I'm going to spit it out. I conjured Dad last night," Everyone looked at him, stunned by what he had said.  "You said you haven't been able to conjure anyone in years," Luther pointed out. "Yes, I know, but I'm sober. Ta-da! I got clean yesterday to talk to someone special. And then ended up having this conversation with dear old Daddy himself," Klaus explained.

"Does anyone have any aspirin?" Luther groaned. "Top shelf, next to the crackers," Dusk answered, pointing to the shelves behind her. "This really happened, I swear!" Klaus insisted. "Okay, fine. I'll play. What did the old man have to say?" Five said sarcastically, as he sat up in his chair. The junkie explained to them their father telling him he was a failure, making all the siblings roll their eyes in disgust. The dead bastard always has to criticize, doesn't he?

"He did mention something about his murder, or lack thereof because wait for it... He killed himself," Klaus finished. Dusk's eyes widen as she started to wonder whether or not Number Four was telling the truth, given his history of lies. "I don't have time for your games, Klaus," Luther sighed, getting up from the table. "I'm telling you the truth, Luther! He said it was the only way to get us all home again,"