[The thing about hitting rock bottom is Klaus has been at rock bottom innumerable times. Somehow, he seems to keep dragging himself back up, head never above ground, but fingers digging in deep, pulling himself up just long enough to breathe.
This? Is ever so slightly more literal than he's used to. But Klaus is nothing if not adaptable. Strange shit happens every day, such is the life of a Hargreeves apparently. Especially in the last week or so.
But hey, even metaphorical experience is experience, as he would claim to always say if anyone asked. Sure, so he's never actually been subterranean in this sort of sense, but how hard could pulling yourself out of an indeterminable amount of stone and earth possibly be?
His head's killing him, one of the first signs of withdrawal, and the feel of cotton in his mouth sure helps narrow things down. He'd really rather be having a hangover right now, honestly. That usually means something fun happened. As it stands, his most recent memories are not as uplifting as all that.
Well, he's alive and that's more than he can probably say for probably literally everyone else on the planet, so things are looking up from where he's standing. His brief brush with death didn't exactly bring him any excitement about any type of afterlife.
The thing is, he thinks he is sober, or at least whatever he's on isn't doing its job at 100%, but he's also alone in a way he most often isn't. It's not alarming yet. He's lucid...-ish, sure, but confused enough to take most things at face value. Time for deep thought later.
Though, he's Klaus. So maybe never.
Right now, he's focused on trying to climb maybe the least stable pile of rocks in the cave, but in his defense, they lead to maybe the most promising hints of daylight shining through the cracks above. They just also happen to be incredibly, incredibly steep.
So yeah, he's not doing well. His extremely impractical leather pants have already split at the knees a few times as he's slipped on loose rubble. At least ripped clothing is semi-fashionable these days? It matches the missing sleeves of his military jacket, anyway.]
Augh, shit... So unfair. Teleporting would be really useful right now!
[He announces this as if someone who would be able to do something about that is there to hear him. Maybe someone is. You can never be too sure.]
Where the fuck is Five anyway?
ii. the bad seed.
[From a distance, the eleven-year-old boy looks smartly dressed, sporting a slate gray uniform with red trim similar to what one might find in a private boarding school, argyle sweater vest and schoolboy shorts and all. Not unlike the uniform Five is usually seen in, if you're familiar. On second inspection, without their mom here to handle uniform upkeep, Klaus has already gotten pretty disheveled. Frayed edges, the odd stain, hair some strange amalgamation of unkempt and perfectly parted.
And, well, there's not much little Klaus can do to uphold some type of prim and polite image when he currently happens to be egregiously and categorically ignoring every fire safety PSA from the late 80s. He's never gone camping, but he looks determined to figure out the flint he's managed to get a hold of, trying to spark a fire against a pocketknife in some dry brush.
Not for any real reason. He just thought it might be fun.]
iii. let the right one in.
[Wildcard option! Throw me something based on another prompt or something entirely different! If you want to plot beforehand, I'm at erlking or javid#6941 on Discord. I am in the game channel if you want to at me there too.]
the fuckup ( the umbrella academy ) spoilers club here too ( cw: drug use / addiction)
[The thing about hitting rock bottom is Klaus has been at rock bottom innumerable times. Somehow, he seems to keep dragging himself back up, head never above ground, but fingers digging in deep, pulling himself up just long enough to breathe.
This? Is ever so slightly more literal than he's used to. But Klaus is nothing if not adaptable. Strange shit happens every day, such is the life of a Hargreeves apparently. Especially in the last week or so.
But hey, even metaphorical experience is experience, as he would claim to always say if anyone asked. Sure, so he's never actually been subterranean in this sort of sense, but how hard could pulling yourself out of an indeterminable amount of stone and earth possibly be?
His head's killing him, one of the first signs of withdrawal, and the feel of cotton in his mouth sure helps narrow things down. He'd really rather be having a hangover right now, honestly. That usually means something fun happened. As it stands, his most recent memories are not as uplifting as all that.
Well, he's alive and that's more than he can probably say for probably literally everyone else on the planet, so things are looking up from where he's standing. His brief brush with death didn't exactly bring him any excitement about any type of afterlife.
The thing is, he thinks he is sober, or at least whatever he's on isn't doing its job at 100%, but he's also alone in a way he most often isn't. It's not alarming yet. He's lucid...-ish, sure, but confused enough to take most things at face value. Time for deep thought later.
Though, he's Klaus. So maybe never.
Right now, he's focused on trying to climb maybe the least stable pile of rocks in the cave, but in his defense, they lead to maybe the most promising hints of daylight shining through the cracks above. They just also happen to be incredibly, incredibly steep.
So yeah, he's not doing well. His extremely impractical leather pants have already split at the knees a few times as he's slipped on loose rubble. At least ripped clothing is semi-fashionable these days? It matches the missing sleeves of his military jacket, anyway.]
Augh, shit... So unfair. Teleporting would be really useful right now!
[He announces this as if someone who would be able to do something about that is there to hear him. Maybe someone is. You can never be too sure.]
Where the fuck is Five anyway?
ii. the bad seed.
[From a distance, the eleven-year-old boy looks smartly dressed, sporting a slate gray uniform with red trim similar to what one might find in a private boarding school, argyle sweater vest and schoolboy shorts and all. Not unlike the uniform Five is usually seen in, if you're familiar. On second inspection, without their mom here to handle uniform upkeep, Klaus has already gotten pretty disheveled. Frayed edges, the odd stain, hair some strange amalgamation of unkempt and perfectly parted.
And, well, there's not much little Klaus can do to uphold some type of prim and polite image when he currently happens to be egregiously and categorically ignoring every fire safety PSA from the late 80s. He's never gone camping, but he looks determined to figure out the flint he's managed to get a hold of, trying to spark a fire against a pocketknife in some dry brush.
Not for any real reason. He just thought it might be fun.]
iii. let the right one in.
[Wildcard option! Throw me something based on another prompt or something entirely different! If you want to plot beforehand, I'm at