𝑃𝑂𝑆𝑇𝐿𝑈𝐷𝐸 | 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒 [DISCONTINUED]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑛

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 didn't seem all that fancy from the outside. A step in, however, proved otherwise.

Well, not exactly a step in, per se. More like a crammed shove in as the entire family stuffed themself into the revolving door.

"Okay, honestly," Allison grunted among the others' clamours, "we don't all need to be squeezed—"

"There were two entrances by the way," Five added as they finally made it in and unstuck themselves from each other.

Valerie, leaning onto Five for support, looked around the foyer—which was huge. Pillars with glowing lines of blue stood tall, the entire room was lit by the sunlight that gleamed through the arched windows behind them, and glittering gold chandeliers were hung along the middle of the ceiling. Off on either side were a set of stairs; one of which the bellhop, wearing a golden-toned suit, was heading for.

The hotel guests that were lounged around the foyer were dressed just as fancily in their suits and fur coats—which is probably why they were giving the family the strangest looks; the seven weren't exactly dressed in high fashion—and the blood on their faces didn't help, either.

"Oh, Hotel Obsidian. I missed you, you slutty old dame," Klaus sighed, stepping forward. "Absorb her. Absorb her into your bosom. You know" —he turned to them— "'cause back in her heyday, she played host to world leaders—Roosevelt, Gandhi, Stalin, Gorbachev, Castro, King Olaf of Norway, one of the Kim Jongs, Tito, Dalai Lama, Elvis, and not one but two Kardashians, allegedly."

Allison rolled her eyes before heading off to the side.

"Wouldn't that—" Klaus turned towards her as she walked off. "Where are you going?"

"I gotta make a call."

"Nowadays," Klaus resumed as he turned back to them, "she's just a flophouse, a party house, for those of us not looking to be judged by society's rules and norms."

Luther shrugged. "You mean, a place to hide?"

"Exactly! It's perfect!" Klaus agreed, pointing his fingers towards him. "And the best part of it is, she's gonna look after us, no questions asked. Never ever. Right?"

As Klaus beckoned them down the foyer, Vanya muttered, "This place is weird."

When they reached the main desk, which had a small pug resting on it, Klaus rang the bell.

"Chet!" he exclaimed as an older man in a dark teal suit approached. "Mon frère! It's so great to see you. I'd like my usual suite, por favor."

Chet pressed a finger on the bell before saying, "I've never seen you before."

"See," Klaus murmured towards them, "told you—discreet."

"Please stop scaring my dog," Chet then scolded Luther and Diego, who had been petting the dog.

As Luther and Diego straightened up with small pouts, Vanya said, "We need some rooms, please."

"Super," Chet exclaimed, then putting up a sign that read 'Cash Up Front.' "And how will we be paying today?"

"Fine," Luther muttered. "Empty your pockets."

Everyone rummaged through their pockets before showing what they had to offer: Klaus, some condoms; Diego, his knife; Vanya, a few mints; Five, gum; and Valerie, nothing—though she took Vanya's mints and, after unwrapping them, shoved all three in her mouth. It wasn't gonna give her a lick of energy, but it was something.