𝐖𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐍, five hargreeves¹

𝟎𝟓 the tick of the clock

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⊹⊱ № 𝟎𝟑.𝟎𝟓 ⊰⊹
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

"it goes off, we start again.
when it breaks, we fix it"
time bomb; all time low

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SIX DAYS LEFT but their nonsense has yet to cease. Their siblings had the attention span of a bunch of two-year-olds, and by now Number Eight can't help but wonder if it was for that reason that they can't comprehend the bigger problem.

The world is about to fucking end, yet here they are debating on whether or not their precious robot mother truly did kill that cold-hearted asshole that some still had the guts to call their father.

Five and Eight aside, the rest of the academy were gathered in the living room at the earliest sign of daybreak. (Rather, they hadn't stopped talking about this since last night.)

"I mean, do you really think Mom would hurt Dad?" Vanya asks as they played the tape on the television for the nth time.

Luther and Diego loom over the screen. Vanya standing right behind them, and beside her was Klaus, munching on a snack as if it was a mere movie they were watching. Allison leans against the pillar as she observes from afar.

            "You haven't been home in a long time, Vanya. Maybe you don't know Grace anymore," Luther remained insistent on his stand.

On the other hand, Diego continued to be unconvinced. "If he was poisoned, it would have shown in the coroner's report."

"Well, I don't need a report to tell me what I can see."

"Maybe all that low gravity in space messed with your vision. Look closer," Number Two rewinds the tape, fiddling with one of his knives,  "Dad has his monocle... Mom stands up... Monocle's gone..."

"Oh yeah!" Klaus cackles from the background, snacking as they watched.

"She wasn't poisoning him. She was taking it," Diego continues to prove his point, before finishing, "To clean it."

"Then where is it?" Luther turns to face him. "I've searched the house, including all her things. She doesn't have it."

"That's because I took it from her after the funeral."

"You've had the monocle this whole time? What the hell, Diego?" Allison looks at him incredulously.

"Give it to me," Luther demands, hand reaching towards the vigilante who calmly states, "I threw it away."

            Before things go down to another fight amidst all their ruckus, Eight leans against the rail from upstairs, in search of Vanya. She crosses her arms at them and raises an eyebrow as soon as she realizes what the fuss was all about.

"Are we still on this?" the girl calls out from the upper floor.

They all look up to face her, Allison being the first to ask, "Where's Five?"

"He's pretty pissed," Eight gives them a wry smile. "Said you guys don't have your priorities straight."

Klaus snorts, "So much rage in such a tiny body."