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Oct. 24th, 2025 12:20 pm(cw: descriptions of heavy drug/alcohol use and suicidal ideation)
Klaus isn't even all that surprised when it happens, is the thing.
Sure, he'd let himself get complacent. Maybe even thought he'd found his happily ever after there for a little while, but it wasn't to last. Nothing that makes him happy ever does.
Viktor and then Obi-Wan, disappearing from his life between one blink and the next. Both sides of his moral compass, gone in a flash. And then came October, the worst month of the fucking year. And now the ghosts have plenty of ammunition to taunt him with.
What the fuck is he supposed to do now?
He can't even kill himself, and that's the funny thing. Not that he actively wants to, not really. But would it be so bad to just stop existing? Probably! Even if Klaus could kill himself, he'd probably just be stuck here as a ghost because his life is bullshit.
And if he were a ghost, he wouldn't have the ability to drink or snort or shoot up or fuck, and what would be the point of that, really? He had a good run there for a while. He was never clean, not entirely. He drank and smoked weed but it was usually always in moderation, and that was because he had someone to come home to. And now? Now he doesn't. There's no one aside from two cats who keep staring at him because he's not fucking Obi-Wan. Which, yeah. Klaus is well aware.
He had enough foresight to ask a neighbor to take care of the cats for a while, because it's not like Klaus could be trusted with it. It's not like Klaus even remembers that he has cats right now, flying high as he is.
"Hey! Are you good?" Klaus blinks at the voice and looks down from where he's currently walking back and forth along the ledge of a bridge over the river. There's a bottle in his hand and it's dark outside and he can't even remember how he got here, really. He doesn't know why he climbed up here, but it sure is a long way down.
Oh, right. Killing himself. Which he can't even do. But the thought of crashing onto the rocks below is a sorely tempting one, because then he could hide in the Void. Ain't no pain in the Void, right? He's never really toyed with staying in the Void, always eager to get back because there was someone waiting for him. Obi-Wan fucking hated it when he died but now Obi-Wan isn't fucking here. Neither is Viktor, and they're the ones who were always able to call him out on his shit without making him feel like a worthless fucking idiot. Which he totally is.
"Dude!" Klaus startles at the voice. Oh, right. Someone asked him a question. "Do I need to call someone? If I have to watch you jump off of this bridge it will alter the course of my life forever and I'm not in the mood."
"Then don't watch," Klaus sneers back, even though he has no real intention of jumping. Probably. And if he did he'd just come back because life is an inescapable nightmare. He teeters a little, arms pinwheeling, and then he laughs as he hugs the bottle to his chest. "Oops. Just go away, man. If I need warm fuzzies, I'll call the hotline number."
He points to a sign nearby declaring that he matters. It makes him laugh. "I'm not going to jump."
"Ugh, whatever," the guy says, dismissing Klaus with a wave of his hand and continuing off into the night. Klaus leans against a support beam and finishes off the bottle of vodka in his hand, then holds out the glass and lets go, leaning over to watch as it seems to fall forever, and then finally shatters to pieces on the rocks.
"Humpty Dumpty had a great fall," Klaus murmurs to himself, lifting one foot off of the bridge and waving it over the empty air. "I bet it'd take forever to put me back together again."
Klaus isn't even all that surprised when it happens, is the thing.
Sure, he'd let himself get complacent. Maybe even thought he'd found his happily ever after there for a little while, but it wasn't to last. Nothing that makes him happy ever does.
Viktor and then Obi-Wan, disappearing from his life between one blink and the next. Both sides of his moral compass, gone in a flash. And then came October, the worst month of the fucking year. And now the ghosts have plenty of ammunition to taunt him with.
What the fuck is he supposed to do now?
He can't even kill himself, and that's the funny thing. Not that he actively wants to, not really. But would it be so bad to just stop existing? Probably! Even if Klaus could kill himself, he'd probably just be stuck here as a ghost because his life is bullshit.
And if he were a ghost, he wouldn't have the ability to drink or snort or shoot up or fuck, and what would be the point of that, really? He had a good run there for a while. He was never clean, not entirely. He drank and smoked weed but it was usually always in moderation, and that was because he had someone to come home to. And now? Now he doesn't. There's no one aside from two cats who keep staring at him because he's not fucking Obi-Wan. Which, yeah. Klaus is well aware.
He had enough foresight to ask a neighbor to take care of the cats for a while, because it's not like Klaus could be trusted with it. It's not like Klaus even remembers that he has cats right now, flying high as he is.
"Hey! Are you good?" Klaus blinks at the voice and looks down from where he's currently walking back and forth along the ledge of a bridge over the river. There's a bottle in his hand and it's dark outside and he can't even remember how he got here, really. He doesn't know why he climbed up here, but it sure is a long way down.
Oh, right. Killing himself. Which he can't even do. But the thought of crashing onto the rocks below is a sorely tempting one, because then he could hide in the Void. Ain't no pain in the Void, right? He's never really toyed with staying in the Void, always eager to get back because there was someone waiting for him. Obi-Wan fucking hated it when he died but now Obi-Wan isn't fucking here. Neither is Viktor, and they're the ones who were always able to call him out on his shit without making him feel like a worthless fucking idiot. Which he totally is.
"Dude!" Klaus startles at the voice. Oh, right. Someone asked him a question. "Do I need to call someone? If I have to watch you jump off of this bridge it will alter the course of my life forever and I'm not in the mood."
"Then don't watch," Klaus sneers back, even though he has no real intention of jumping. Probably. And if he did he'd just come back because life is an inescapable nightmare. He teeters a little, arms pinwheeling, and then he laughs as he hugs the bottle to his chest. "Oops. Just go away, man. If I need warm fuzzies, I'll call the hotline number."
He points to a sign nearby declaring that he matters. It makes him laugh. "I'm not going to jump."
"Ugh, whatever," the guy says, dismissing Klaus with a wave of his hand and continuing off into the night. Klaus leans against a support beam and finishes off the bottle of vodka in his hand, then holds out the glass and lets go, leaning over to watch as it seems to fall forever, and then finally shatters to pieces on the rocks.
"Humpty Dumpty had a great fall," Klaus murmurs to himself, lifting one foot off of the bridge and waving it over the empty air. "I bet it'd take forever to put me back together again."
