Ima be honest, I've been on a roll with writing this fic.
SUNNY WAS BORED, really bored. She was standing in a hallway that smelled like old people and weird flowers, shuffling her feet because this whole thing was taking forever. She didn't understand why Five would ask her dad for help.
Out of everyone, why her dad? Klaus was only doing it because he wanted money, and Sunny knew that. She'd heard them talking, heard how Five had practically begged, and her dad had just shrugged like it was no big deal. Now they were stuck here, all three of them, with Sunny tugging at her dad's coat because she was bored and tired and just wanted to go home.
"Okay, but just so we're clear about the finer details," Klaus was saying, waving his hands around like he always did when he talked. Sunny thought it made him look like a weird bird. "I just gotta go in this place and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct?"
Sunny rolled her eyes. She was used to her dad talking too much. Klaus always said weird stuff, especially when he was nervous. And right now, he looked super nervous. He was fidgeting, messing with the collar of his coat, and talking way too fast, like he thought if he stopped, everything would fall apart.
"Yeah. Something like that," Five said, his voice flat and a little annoyed. He always seemed annoyed. Sunny couldn't figure out why he never smiled, not even a little bit.
Klaus glanced down at Sunny and winked, and she just sighed. "What's our cover story?" Klaus asked, tapping his chin dramatically like he was in one of those detective shows Sunny watched when her dad wasn't paying attention.
"What? What are you talking about?" Five asked, clearly already tired of Klaus's nonsense. Sunny thought he looked like he was about to explode, his little fists clenched, his face all scrunched up.
"I mean, was I really young when I had you? Like, 16? Like, young and...terribly misguided?" Klaus continued, acting like this was all some big play. Sunny tried to hide a giggle behind her hand because her dad was being silly. "And Sunny is your little sister who you adore so much but is from another mother. So...half siblings!"
Sunny looked at Five, trying to see if he thought this was funny too, but he just rolled his eyes. He was no fun. "Sure," Five muttered. His voice was tired, like he was already regretting this whole thing.
Klaus was on a roll now, really getting into it. "Oh, and your mother, that slut! Whoever she was. We met at...the disco. Okay? Remember that."
Sunny scrunched up her nose. What was a disco? It sounded like some kind of weird animal. She tugged on her dad's sleeve, but he was too busy talking.
Klaus snapped his fingers like he'd just solved the world's biggest mystery. "Oh my god, the sex was amazingggg," he said, dragging out the word like it was some kind of punchline.
Sunny's eyes went wide, and her cheeks flushed. She slapped her dad's arm with her little hand, making a face like she'd just eaten something gross. "Gross, Dad!" she squealed, wrinkling her nose. "You're not supposed to say stuff like that in front of me!" She'd heard her dad say a lot of things, but this was just yuck.
Five looked at Klaus like he was the most annoying person in the world. "What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he turned to walk away. Sunny thought Five's grumpy face was kind of funny, but she wasn't going to say that out loud.
Klaus just laughed, not bothered at all. He reached down and grabbed Sunny's tiny hand, giving it a squeeze. "Don't make me put you in time-out," Klaus called after Five, winking at Sunny like this was all some big joke.
