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𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗘𝗥

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"If this carries on I'm most likely going to implode."
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THE NEXT MORNING I jumped over to the academy as soon as I could, my feet landing on the hardwood flooring of Five's childhood bedroom. Five was currently getting ready, I stood for a moment as he pulled on his blazer swiftly.

"What's the plan for today?" I asked, informing the boy of my presence. "We're gonna watch Lance. I feel like he's hiding something." He narrowed his eyes at the floor before walking over to a duffel bag in the corner of the room.

Spotting a plastic head peeking out from the top, I hastily made my way over grabbing Five's arm as I inspected the face. A mannequin.

"Is that- Delores?" I questioned, my eyes moving from the factory made head to Five. "Yeah. I went to a department store and picked her up, needed the company." He smiled fondly at the personified piece of plastic, his eyes softening as he gazed into her eyes, "I missed her." He grabbed the zipper and zipped the bag shut, throwing the bag over his shoulder with 'care'.

"So..." I started, Five opening the window, "how're we gonna stalk that Lance guy?" I rocked back and forth on my heels out of habit. "There's a plumbing truck outside. I'm gonna hot-wire it or check if the keys are still in and then we can do a stakeout outside of Meritech." He explained the plan, climbing through the window. Following behind him I nodded, a small 'okay' letting him know I understood the plan.

As we neared the ground, clattering of trash bags and rubbish filled my ears. Someone was in the alley. I turned around and noticed Klaus digging through the trash, a grimace making its way onto my lips at the thought of even being in the trashcan.

"Damn it, where's Dad's stuff?" I heard him groan. I walked across a walkway before making my way down another ladder, Five already nearly down.

"Shut up!" The scrawny man yelled to himself. Confusing. "I'm trying to find whatever... priceless crap was in that priceless box so that Pogo will get off my ass!" Who is he even talking to?

"I'd ask what you're up to, Klaus, but then it occurred to me..." Five paused looking down at his brother, "I don't care." Me and Five finally made our way to the ground when Klaus spoke again. "Hey!" He laughed, "You know there are other ways out of the house, buddy? But I understand if you had Estelle over last night."

"This one involved the least amount of talking." Five grunted as he jumped from the ladder, placing his hands into his pockets. "Or so I thought." The boy tightened the straps of his duffle, and started walking. I followed behind.

"And Estelle didn't stay over last night, she only got here a few minutes ago." The tight lipped smile on Five's face made me cringe. Immensely.

"Right, right." Klaus muttered, "Hey, hey, hey so... You need anymore company today?" Klaus held a flask over the edge of the metal trashcan, a smirk on his face. "I could uh... clear my schedule." He took a swig from the flask. "Looks like you've got your hands full." Five tried to shake him off, Klaus' eyes widening immediately.

"Oh, this? No, no. I can do this whenever, I'm just-" Klaus was cut off by himself falling backward into the mounds of trash inside the metal bin. "I just misplaced something. That's all." Klaus popped his head over the edge of the can and handed me his flask. "Keep this safe." He smiled, going back into the trash.