Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 95

IT WAS A long walk from New Grumpson to Allison's street. Klaus hated every moment of it.

Of course, a walk would have been immensely therapeutic, if it meant that he wouldn't see ghosts and entities beyond the human plane. He constantly swatted them away with all his limbs, yelling at them to get away; when they run through him, it made his skin crawl. People of the public eye had mistaken him for a hobo who lost his marbles as he later ran for his life.

"Go away! Go away! Stay outside!"

Klaus closed the door and immediately locked himself in Allison's house. His hands shivering in fear and withdrawal. Valuables, it was the first thing that came to his mind after a breather, I need valuables.

Looking around his sister's house made him realize that the house had a lot of them.

With that, he got himself together and started picking gathering up the candleholders from the guestrooms along with the everyday jewelry box from the living room. However, as much as he is sick of this cycle, he knew they weren't enough to pay his illegal pharmacists. That is, until he found a jar of savings on top of the kitchen counter.

It was as if it was calling him to break it, even though he knew it wasn't his. And so, as soon as shards and chips of glass scattered along the floor, Klaus wasted no time to shove whatever amount of cash he could get from it into his pockets. Still, he felt the need to take precautions.

Consequently, his eyes laid on the flat screen TV that was peacefully mounted on the wall. He was surprised to find out about his strength when he easily pulled it out from the wall.

"Uncle Klaus?"

His urgency preceded him as soon as he heard his niece's voice. He quickly tried to play it cool, "Claire Bear," he hid his desperation with a smile, "You're here!"

It's been a long time since Claire had seen him with a full grin, considering his fear of death after sobriety. It was uncalled for to see him do so, not in his this scenario at least.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Asked Claire. She hoped her Aunt Y/N was wrong; that her worries were merely induced by the phone call she had with her.

"You know, this TV has... been on the fritz for a while. Haven't you noticed?"

Unfortunately, her newly-found Aunt was right.

How would he know the TV was broken if he only cooped himself up down the basement all these years?

Regardless, she listened to him as words trembled out of his mouth, "I just thought I'd take her down to the old geek lab and let them work their magic."

Claire had her worried eyes set on her Uncle Klaus. She knew where this was going, and she would hate for him to go down that road again.

Cautiously taking a step toward him, she didn't realize there were pieces of broken glass on the floor until he protectively pointed it out, "Hey, careful! Careful, your feet," He exclaimed, with a sharp intake of breath, "Your feet on the glass! Watch your feet on the glass!"

But that wasn't what made Claire's heart pang.

"That was an accident."

It was the fact that she knew that it was their savings jar; and every dime, every penny, and every cash were nowhere to be seen.

"And I'll pay you back."

She hated how her Aunt Y/N was right, indeed.

Though it didn't stop her from trying to stop him from losing himself again. "Uncle Klaus," she walk up to him once more, "whatever happened, why don't we just sit out and talk about it?" She gently urged, gesturing for them to sit on the couch.