Ben would sigh at the barely awake Klaus. "Oh boy." Klaus dragged himself off the couch and searched high and low, underneath tables, seats, and on top of shelves and around ornaments. "Klaus, accept it, you're out of drugs." Klaus continued to search, ignoring Ben's very evident pleads for Klaus's sobriety. "Why not start your day off with eggs?" Klaus shrugged Ben off as he found a blunt wedged in between a couch cushion. "Can't smoke eggs." He said, his voice quiet and muffled. He'd lean his foot on the coffee table as he smoked the blunt. Ben would roll his eyes. He'd go behind the couch, to get closer to Ben. Pogo walked inside, his cane gently tapping the hard wood floor. "Master Klaus, some of your father's most valuable possessions have gone missing. Such as his journal." "Have you any idea where it is, Master Klaus?" Klaus would waft his blunt in the air, soon turning into a shrug. "No, no I don't." A smirked was dragging onto Bens face, "Liar." Klaus would mutter "Drop dead." Ben would look up at him and scorn at Klaus. "Low blow!" Pogo would have a look of puzzlement on his face.
Pogo left the room, with Klaus remembering what he did the other night.
Ben's POV
I, basically being his angel on the idiot's shoulder, I followed him around the city for a bit. He got Dad's journal and took it to a pawn shop. "Klaus, no." He looked me dead in the, dead in the eye and said "Klaus yesss!" He slammed the journal on the table and got it sold for 34 dollars. That thing was laced in gold! He then decided to buy whatever drug, could've been weed , could've been salvia. Then a couple of hours later he just "Hit the hay".
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The Umbrella Academy, A Tale Of Blasphemy And Destiny
Fanfiction(Fanfic!) October 1st, 1989 was the day 43 children were born. All at the same exact time. Reginald Hargreeves got Seven of them. All of them having their own special abilities. TW: Drug use, abuse, injuries in detail and just tons of other nasty st...
