He heard the noise from upstairs. He drunkenly mumbled something to Achilles and walked up the stairs. He stumbled a few times on the way. He knocked on the door of the room he had tracked the noise down to, quietly. He assumed it was Klaus. As far as he knew, they were the only one upstairs.
No response.
"Klaus?" There was worry in his voice. He didn't bother to hide it. He really did worry about Klaus. The one person who actually did care for him. No one in his actual family cared for him like Klaus did.
Once again, he was met with no response. He opened the door slowly. The site he saw was horrific. Klaus laid there, unmoving. Their face was pale.
Their face.... cold, devoid of color, blank. It reminded Ben of Jennifer. He began to panic. Of course, he knew of Klaus' immortality, but....
What if it didn't work?
Would he lose yet another person who was extremely close to him? He couldn't take it after Jennifer's death. If Klaus didn't return, Ben had no idea what he'd do. He shook the body, tears falling above it. His face was hot. He was still severely drunk, and not at all thinking straight. All his thoughts blurred together as one. The pit in his stomach took over his entire body. He wailed, angrily. He wanted to hurt someone. Where was his notebook? He needed it. He needed to rip something to shreds, so he didn't hurt himself or his family. He held his head between his arms, clinging to his only friend's lifeless body.
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FanfictionKlaus overdoses as an act of suicide, thinking no one could ever care about them, but when Sparrow Ben walks in, Klaus has to try and avoid an awkward conversation with the Sparrow Academy's Number Two. He/they pronouns for Klaus. ALSO SORRY I SUCK...
