( ooc; implied past substance abuse and addiction. please let me know if edits or omitting is wanted at any point! I’m taking him from last episode, season 1, but this topic still may come up. )

H E R O P A

( listen, klaus had a lot of questions. mostly pressing - finding his family, processing, doing anything other than the cathartic habit of avoidance - and, more presently, why they never got a dog before.

probably because daddy dearest hated children, fun, and anything that remotely resembled emotional stability.

or maybe he was just allergic.

the topic of dogs was kind of the most important thing right now, as klaus finds a perch on the sidewalk, with a cigarette between his lips, and Great Dane sitting beside him. whose dog is this? where the hell did it come from? why was it content to listen to klaus complain for the last thirty minutes?

klaus doesn’t have those answers. )

You know, you’ve been a great conversationalist so far. ( said thoughtfully, with a slow drag of nicotine, and a pat on the dog’s head. he was only mildly itching for a stronger fix, but somehow, the thought of Ben’s fist and his jaw kept him from seeking things out.

plus, if he kept clear headed, maybe he could go back to seeing his dead brother again? silence was golden until it felt too cold. ) Always did want to find someone who just listens, you know?

( someone with a dog passes by them, and waves. klaus grins back out of habit. the Great Dane wines, before jerking in the opposite direction.

this tugs on the leash klaus forgot he was holding, unceremoniously propelling him forward with a yelp, and towards whatever individual the great giraffe of a dog got interested in. ) Agh - down boy?!

N O N A H

( to put it plainly, what the fuck?

this all has to be one hell of a bad trip, right?

sure, the superhero thing kind of checks out, except for the laughable fact that people were calling him one. or something? he couldn’t be sure because he wasn’t listening to the whole “welcome to the shitshow” speech. he did get a whole brand new tattoo, which was free, so. maybe a bonus.

by the time he’s found himself at the carnival, his skin was starting to itch. uncomfortable, too hot, and while he had been fine to ignore the very loud signs of withdrawals back at home base - before little number five promptly booted all of them hell knows where - this was starting to get difficult.

more importantly - ben was gone.

all those years spent in cloudy, hazy bliss of silence, of colours and sensations that dulled down the suffocating fear, and yet Klaus now found himself more terrified of the fact that Ben, steadfast and very much dead Ben was no longer sniping something stupid beside his ear like a constant, annoying fly.

so here Klaus finds himself, with a melting ice cream in one hand, pressing his back to a wall, pupils blown out and his heart is starting its valiant effort of hopping out of his chest. ) Come on, Ben -

( he’s talking at nothing, of course. he presses fingers into his eyes until little lights dance behind them. ) - you’d love this place, I’m sure. I mean, who doesn’t like a good carnival, right?

Here, Benny, Benny - lets, ah, regroup, find the rest of the flock, okay? ( are the rest of his siblings here? wait, how long as it been since he got here? fuck, he needs -

he isn’t sure what he needs. probably to breathe.

the ice cream tastes like existential crisis. )

WILDCARD anything else goes!