n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended...
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Waking up the next morning, I groan, feeling the bullet wound in my side. I look around, not finding Marah, or any of my siblings. I slowly sit up, breathing through the pain. Walking towards my closet, I grab out another one of the many uniforms that I have. Changing into my uniform, I walk down the stairs towards the kitchen.
"Here we go. This'll fix ya up." says Klaus, pouring a cup of coffee for Luther.
I sit down, grabbing the cup just before Luther takes a sip.
"Nice. Okay." sighs Klaus, pouring a new cup for Luther.
Taking a sip of the coffee, I sip on the disgusting coffee before spitting it out. "Jesus. Who do I gotta kill to get a decent cup of coffee?"
"Can we get started?" mutters Luther.
"Anyone seen any of the others? Diego? Allison? Marah? No?" asks Klaus. "All right, then, this is the closest thing to a quorum... that we're going to get."
"Now, listening up. There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just gonna spit it out." mutters Klaus, hissing at the space next to him. "Yeah."
"Klaus." groans Luther, just wanting to go back to bed, while I just want to find a sibling with a brain.
"I conjured dad last night." Klaus blurts out.
"You said you haven't been able to conjure anyone in years." states Luther, I nod along remembering how Klaus has been doing drugs and drinking his sorrows away for the longest time.
"Ah, yes, I know, but I'm sober. Ta-da!" Klaus exhales, shaking his hands in jazz hands manner. "I got clean yesterday to talk to someone special, and then ended up having this... conversation with dear old daddy himself."
I take another sip of the disgusting coffee, needing some caffeine to get through this conversation.
Luther sighs, holding his head still. "Has anyone got some aspirin?"
"Top shelf, next to the crackers." I mumble, taking another sip of the gross coffee.
Luther stands up as Klaus continues trying to convince us of what he's saying. "Hey, hey, hey. This is serious guys, alright? This really happened, I swear."
I sigh, putting my coffee down again. "Okay fine, I'll play. What'd the old man have to say?"
"Well he gave me the usual lecture about my appearance and failures in life." Klaus mutters.
I tune out the conversation, with the talking turning into white noise. 'Where has Marah gone?' I think, having not seen her all morning. 'We need to solve this apocalypse problem before I lose her again.'
"....he killed himself." Klaus says, causing me to snap back into the conversation. I look up, confused on who he was talking about, when I remember we were talking about our asshole father.
"I don't have time for your games, Klaus." states Luther, being the ever loyal Number One.
"I'm telling you the truth, Luther. I'm telling you the truth." Klaus says, trying to convince the loyal son of what our father has said.
"Why'd he do it, then?" I ask, wondering why he would do something so risky.
"He said it was the only way to get us all home again." states Klaus.
"No. Dad didn't kill himself." states Luther, not wanting to believe that his 'precious' father would ever leave him on this earth for no reason.
"Ah, you said it yourself. He was depressed." I state, understanding what Klaus is saying now. "Holed up in his office and room all day and night."
"No. There weren't any signs. Suicidal people exhibit certain tendencies, strange behaviors." states Luther, still not wanting to believe what our junky brother is trying to say.
"Like sending someone to the moon for no reason?" questions Klaus, regretting his words as soon as they were said.
"I swear to god Klaus, if you're lying..." threatens Luther, not wanting to believe what Klaus is saying.
I sit there thinking, dad was always harsh and none of us mourned him except for Pogo and Luther. Even then, the old man killed himself a week before the apocalypse, bringing us all back together. There's something weird with that.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of Pogo, our butler walking into the room. "Master Klaus is correct. Regretfully... I helped Master Hargreeves enact his plan."
"What?" mutters Luther in disbelief, still wanting to believe that his father was a good guy who wouldn't do something like this.
"So did Grace." sighs Pogo. 'well that was unexpected, but not that weird.' I think. "It was a difficult choice for both of us. More difficult than you could even know." Pogo sighs. "Prior to your father's death, Grace's programming was adjusted so that she was incapable of administering first aid that fateful night."
"Sick bastard." I whisper under my breath. 'If Marah ever found out about this, she'd be hearthbroken.'
"So that security tape we saw?" Luther asks, I furrow my brow, not knowing what my idiotic younger brother is saying.
"It was mean't to further the murder mystery more." Pogo says softly, looking ashamed of himself. Luther scoffs before Pogo continues. "Your father hoped that being back here, solving it together...would reignite your desire to be a team again."
I sit there thinking. There's no way dad could've known of the apocalypse. 'what was he wanting us to solve? did he know of the apocalypse? did he know who caused it?'
"And to what end?" asks Luther, being just as confused as the rest of us.
"To save the world, of course." Pogo states, looking at each of our reactions to that news.
Luther is the first one to speak up, talking about the moon mission, saying how Pogo was withholding secrets from us. Klaus just looked confused about what was happening, which I don't blame him for. I, on the other hand, was confused as how dad knew of the apocalypse.
"Hey, calm down Luther." says Klaus, trying to calm down the angry monkey brother.
"No, I won't calm down." Luther states, turning towards Klaus and me, not looking at Pogo. "We've been lied to by the one person in this family we all trusted."
"It was your father's dying wish, Master Luther." mutters Pogo, trying to explain why he helped, not knowing himself the true reason why. "I... I had no choice."
"There's always a choice." states Luther, causing me to scoff, earning myself a glare from my dear brother.
I sigh, standing out of my chair I mumble, "I gotta think," before blinking back towards my room.
Walking into the room, I grab the notebook that I was working in. I look through it to see that I still didn't know who caused the apocalypse or where Leonard Peabody/ Harold Jenkins is.
Glancing towards Marah's room, I walk across the room to find it perfectly clean. I walk out of the room not wanting to disturb the peace of the room.
Walking back into my own, I grab another one of my uniforms and change into it, before getting ready to find Harold/ Leonard.
