I R R E G U L A R {five x OC}

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MEETING THE COSTUMED FREAK CLUB

CASS

AS SOON as Cass stepped into the old house, she felt an odd sense of dé jà vu.
She shuddered, but broke into a blinding smile when she a blonde woman walked up to her and Diego.

"Hello Diego!" The woman said, and Cassiopeia noticed how Diego practically melted.

"Momma's little vigilante." Jet sang, and Cass held in a snicker.

"Hey mom," He said softly, and wrapped her into a hug. "Now, Diego, won't you introduce me to your friend?" She smiled, gesturing to Cass. "Yeah, mom, this is Cassie. Cassie, this is mom, or Grace." Cass stuck her hand out for Grace to take and was a bit surprised when she was taken into an oddly warm embrace.

After a few seconds, Grace let go of the girl. Cassie smiled brightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you Grace." The woman nodded and smiled, then turned on her heel and walked to the kitchen. Diego cast a wistful look after her.

"Aw, look at you, you're such a momma's boy, who would of thought?" The brunette elbowed her companion in the ribs and he scowled, but it appeared as more of a pout.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Nuh uh."

"Uh huh."

"Nuh-"

"Diego!" The pair was interrupted by a voice. "I'm glad to see you back, dear boy," Cass turned to the voice only to see, in every sense of the word, a monkey. "Whoah!" Jet yelled, and fell off the banister he was perched on. "Alright I'm gonna go explore, this is a shit show." He said, and disappeared.

"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?" Cassie whispered to herself softly. Diego heard, and stifled his laughter.

"Hey Pogo," Diego says, and greets the monkey-man with a half-hug.

Diego and who Cass could guess would be Pogo separated, and the latter fixed Cassiopeia with a warm smile. "And who might you be, young lady?" Cass smiled. "My name is Cassiopeia Nikolson, but you can call me Cass." Pogo bristled at the name but  stuck his hand out. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Cassiopeia."

Diego looked at Pogo blankly.

"She's almost thirty, though. Dermatologists hate her."

Pogo was taken aback but then waved it off. He had seen stranger things,
after-all.

"Ah, I see," He said simply, and turned, beckoning the unlikely pair to follow him up the grand staircase. "Master Luther is already here, if you'd like to see him." At the same time Cass gave a positive "Of course!", Diego responded with "Absolutely not."

The girl shot him a pointed look and he grumbled, but complied nonetheless.

When the trio made it up the stairs, the first thing they heard was a loud thump.
"Master Luther, are you alright?" Pogo asked, concerned.  

"I'm good!!" A masculine voice called out. Pogo continued to climb the stairs anyway. "What was that?" He prodded. A pause.

"My shirt fell."

"Number One, that sounded much heavier than a shirt."

"I was in it."

It took all of Cass's willpower not to cackle, and she noticed that Diego didn't even try to hold back his loud snickers. The girl suddenly stopped though, when a man the size of Shaq ducked out from under a doorway to what she could've guessed was his room. "Holy Hell." She muttered, then shook her head and stuck her hand out and grinned. "You must be Luther, I'm Cass!"

The man eyed her warily but shook the small girl's hand anyway, then glanced at Diego.
"Who's the mother?"

Diego and Cass looked at each other, horrified, and burst into raucous laughter, hanging off each other with tears in their eyes.
Between howls, they forced out a few words that Luther could make out such as; 'Us?' 'Him?' 'Give me a break!' 'As if!'

When their laughter had died down, Luther looked at the pair with questions in his eyes. "Then who are you and why are you here?" He didn't mean for it to sound rude, but it did. Cassiopeia payed no mind and just smiled brightly. "I'm a middle-aged woman in a 15 year old's body." Luther raised his eyebrows I'm surprise. "I'm also like you."