𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 | 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒

⑯ PLAY DATE: ⑯

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I DUST OFF OUR FATHER'S jacket shoulder, which Klaus is currently wearing. The elevator is slow as it makes its way up to the floor Five and I had been on just earlier today. In little to no time, the elevator stops at the third floor. The doors separate, allowing the inpatient man in school-boy shorts to stride to the receptionist's desk once more.

Klaus and I watch in amusement as Five talks to the woman behind the desk in a quiet, threatening tone, requesting to meet with the same man we have spoken to before.

She watches him with fearful eyes as she picks up the office phone on her desk before telling her boss about our presence.

It isn't long before we sit in the Doctor's office. Klaus and I sit in the two seats reserved for clients, while Five stands to my left, his fist tightly clenched at his side as Dr. Lance continues to disappoint us further.

"Like I said to your daughter earlier," Lance says to Klaus. "Any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. Without the client's consent, I simply can't help you." He holds his hand in front of his chest, with fingers interlocked with each other.

"Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name," Five says through his teeth. He leans forward as his hands grip the desk in frustration.

"Well, that's not my problem," Lance states with a shrug. A glint in his eye shows that this is a rare occurrence for him to deny someone access to records. "Sorry," he adds, half-heartedly.

"You're enjoying this too much," I sneer, squinting my eyes at him suspiciously, causing him to eye me with doubt.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. Now, there's really nothing more I can do, so-,"

"Well, what about my consent?" Klaus interrupts the doctor, causing both Five and I to look at him in confusion.

"Excuse me?"

"Who gave you permission," Klaus pauses his sentences before he starts crocodile tears. "To lay your hands... on my daughter's Boo-boo Bear?" He points up at Five who frowns at his brother at the disturbing nickname.

"What?" Lance and I ask at the same time. I raise my eyebrows at him.

What the fuck is he doing?

"You heard me," Klaus says.

"I didn't touch him."

That phrasing is a little sus, but okay...

"Oh, really? Well, then how did he get that swollen lip, then?" Klaus questions with wide, psychotic eyes, causing all of us to watch him carefully.

"He doesn't have a swollen-," Lance is about to deny.

An audible swing and punch interrupts the doctor as Five groans in pain. Klaus just punched him in the face.

"Woah," I gape at the pair.

Lance gasps as Klaus inhales sharply, shaking his hand in pain. "I want it. Name, please. Now," my brother demands. He leans into the table getting close to the doctors face, hauntingly.