𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.
❝ UM... ALLISON
YOUR BROTHER
ALMOST KILLED
ME WITH A KNIFE. ❞
in which allison's best friend
visits her after finding out her
father dies and manages to catch
the attention of number two.
(𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗.) 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 ❝ I DID THIS TO A GUY ONCE. ❞
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After missing the chance of going back to their original time, Poet was left with worried thoughts about Diego's lack of presence as she and Klaus—Paris decided to stay with Luther and Five—headed towards Allison's home.
"You okay?" Klaus nudged her as she softly nibbled on the cookie Paris had bought (stole) for her.
"I'm just wondering if Diego's okay," she breathed out. "I mean, he seemed pretty eager to go to that Lila girl and-and I don't know... I sense that he sees her as a sister but... this is all confusing me."
"It's going to be fine, Poet," Klaus reassured, eating the piece of cookie she had passed to him. "He loves you. Since day one. Remember when he offered you his room?" Poet hummed. "Well, you could've slept in any other room since there were 42 rooms, yet he wanted you to sleep in his."
"I always thought about that," Poet hummed and the two chuckled before stopping at Allison's door. Klaus knocked and the two patiently waited for someone to open the door.
The door unlocked and Allison's husband came out, a nervous smile on his face. Poet saw the blood and his memories before sighing and letting Klaus finish what he was saying/
"Hey, Ray-Ray," he greeted. "I'm so sorry it's late, but, uh—"
"Klaus and, um, Poet, hopefully," Allison's husband, Ray, breathed out as he glanced briefly at Poet, "now is not a good time."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Klaus began to apologize, but Poet moved Ray aside and walked in when she saw Allison popping up. "Allison! Hey! I was so worried about you. Thank God you're okay. What's, uh... What's the matter?"
Poet furrowed her eyebrows as she stepped closer to the dead body on the couch, tilting her head to the side as she leaned down a bit by placing her hands on her knees.
"Wow," she simply mumbled, still eating her cookie.
"You guys have been wrastling in here or something?" Klaus questioned. Allison simply answered by pointing towards where Poet stood, touching the Swedish guy's messed up eye. "Oh. Oh, I see."
"I did this to a guy one once," Poet commented. "Though, this seems like a rookie did it." She glanced at Allison. "Really went in there."
Klaus leaned down next to her as she stood up, eating the rest of the cookie. "It's gonna be one of those kinda nights, huh?" He fixed his sleeves. "So, are we burnin' or buryin'?"
