𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚄𝙼 ☂ Five Hargreeves

09 ☂ Tactics

☂ Tactics ☂

"Is anyone here?" Allison's voice echoed through the tall building of Morty's Television, ringing in everyone's ear as the room got more stuffed with the Hargreeves siblings. "Hello?"

"Le petit mort. Le petit mort." they heard Klaus sing from downstairs.

"He doesn't even speak french." Eight, rolling her eyes, she checked whether her fracture had healed by slowly standing up.

When she was sure it was all good, she joined her siblings by the staircase gates, looking down at Allison and Klaus, standing side by side, visibly drunk.

She was partly happy they were alive with all of their limbs intact, but seeing, how they were under some influence, laughing and talking nonsense wasn't the reunion she had hoped for.

Finally, Five walked forward, his cheekbones razor sharp, eyebrows furrowed, staring at the girl, seeing how she was standing tall, feeling relieved he didn't cause long term injuries.

"I know this is impossible, but...did we all get sexier?" Klaus asked, putting his sunglasses away as he stared up at the rest of them.

"Vanya?" Number Three stared at the shorter woman.

"I've always wanted a sister." Number Seven sighed.

"What am I? A raccoon?" Eight exclaimed, deeply offended. "You have officially lost my interest, Five, come on." she breathed out in disappointment, calling for her partner to have a talk.

While the rest of the family hugged and kissed, they had to figure out what they were going to do and say at this reunion.

Last time they tried explaining the situation to Luther and Vanya, both of them left the two in the shadows, so they couldn't risk that again.

They needed a tactic, a plan they'd follow instructions of.

But the boy didn't nudge, choosing to ignore the girl and stay with the rest, although nobody seemed to notice Number Five standing there.

They couldn't be bothered to hug him, or just to say hi at least. Nothing.

Five got nothing.

Slowly, the Hargreeves siblings walked up the stairs one by one, sitting around the small living room as they kept coming.

"Hey Eight." Allison greeted the girl.

"Oh, look at her, she's alive." Klaus joked, smiling softly.

"Yeah, hi guys." Eight replied tonelessly.

"All right. First off, I wanna say I'm sorry. I know I really screwed the pooch on this whole going-back-in-time-and-getting-stuck thing. But the real kick in the pants here is we brought the end of the world back here with us." Five began his speech, immediately getting to the point of this so called meeting.

He stood tall, hands knee-deep in his pockets, his gaze shuffling around the room like they could keep calm.

"Oh my God, again?" Klaus exclaimed, earning weird looks from everybody. "All of you knew? Why am I always the last one to find out about the end of the-- Oh, my God. My cult is gonna be so pissed. Five! I told them we had until 2019." he continued mewhling.

"We have until Monday. We have six days." Eight replied, her eyes fixated on the boy.

"Is it Vanya?"

"Klaus."

"What? It's usually Vanya." the man stated, sipping on his suspiciously red drink.

"Do you have any leads, Five?" Vanya inquiried.