Ima be honest, I've been on a roll with writing this fic.

SUNNY WAS BORED, really bored. She was standing in a hallway that smelled like old people and weird flowers, shuffling her feet because this whole thing was taking forever. She didn't understand why Five would ask her dad for help.

Out of everyone, why her dad? Klaus was only doing it because he wanted money, and Sunny knew that. She'd heard them talking, heard how Five had practically begged, and her dad had just shrugged like it was no big deal. Now they were stuck here, all three of them, with Sunny tugging at her dad's coat because she was bored and tired and just wanted to go home.

"Okay, but just so we're clear about the finer details," Klaus was saying, waving his hands around like he always did when he talked. Sunny thought it made him look like a weird bird. "I just gotta go in this place and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct?"

Sunny rolled her eyes. She was used to her dad talking too much. Klaus always said weird stuff, especially when he was nervous. And right now, he looked super nervous. He was fidgeting, messing with the collar of his coat, and talking way too fast, like he thought if he stopped, everything would fall apart.

"Yeah. Something like that," Five said, his voice flat and a little annoyed. He always seemed annoyed. Sunny couldn't figure out why he never smiled, not even a little bit.

Klaus glanced down at Sunny and winked, and she just sighed. "What's our cover story?" Klaus asked, tapping his chin dramatically like he was in one of those detective shows Sunny watched when her dad wasn't paying attention.

"What? What are you talking about?" Five asked, clearly already tired of Klaus's nonsense. Sunny thought he looked like he was about to explode, his little fists clenched, his face all scrunched up.

"I mean, was I really young when I had you? Like, 16? Like, young and...terribly misguided?" Klaus continued, acting like this was all some big play. Sunny tried to hide a giggle behind her hand because her dad was being silly. "And Sunny is your little sister who you adore so much but is from another mother. So...half siblings!"

Sunny looked at Five, trying to see if he thought this was funny too, but he just rolled his eyes. He was no fun. "Sure," Five muttered. His voice was tired, like he was already regretting this whole thing.

Klaus was on a roll now, really getting into it. "Oh, and your mother, that slut! Whoever she was. We met at...the disco. Okay? Remember that."

Sunny scrunched up her nose. What was a disco? It sounded like some kind of weird animal. She tugged on her dad's sleeve, but he was too busy talking.

Klaus snapped his fingers like he'd just solved the world's biggest mystery. "Oh my god, the sex was amazingggg," he said, dragging out the word like it was some kind of punchline.

Sunny's eyes went wide, and her cheeks flushed. She slapped her dad's arm with her little hand, making a face like she'd just eaten something gross. "Gross, Dad!" she squealed, wrinkling her nose. "You're not supposed to say stuff like that in front of me!" She'd heard her dad say a lot of things, but this was just yuck.

Five looked at Klaus like he was the most annoying person in the world. "What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he turned to walk away. Sunny thought Five's grumpy face was kind of funny, but she wasn't going to say that out loud.

Klaus just laughed, not bothered at all. He reached down and grabbed Sunny's tiny hand, giving it a squeeze. "Don't make me put you in time-out," Klaus called after Five, winking at Sunny like this was all some big joke.

"LIKE I SAID to your son earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. Without the client's consent, I simply cannot help you," the doctor said, leaning back in his chair like he was king of the world. Sunny glared at him. He was being so rude, all stiff and professional, not even looking at her or her dad, just staring at his computer like it was more interesting than any of them.

"Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name," Five snapped, his tiny hands clenched into fists. He was always mad, and Sunny didn't know why. He was fuming, glaring at the doctor with those intense eyes of his, and Sunny felt a little bad for him. But also, she kind of liked watching Five get angry. It was like he was always ready to explode, like a firecracker someone forgot to put out.

The doctor just shrugged, all calm and boring. "Well, that's not my problem."

Sunny felt her face get hot. She hated when people talked like that, all grown-up and mean. What a jerk. She crossed her arms, kicking the chair leg hard, making a loud thud that echoed through the quiet room. The doctor glanced at her for a second, then went back to ignoring her, and that made her even more annoyed.

"And what about my consent?" Klaus suddenly piped up, and Sunny whipped her head around, surprised. What was her dad talking about now? She tilted her head, trying to figure out what weird plan he was cooking up this time.

"Excuse me?" The doctor looked just as confused as Sunny felt. His eyebrows scrunched together like he didn't know what Klaus was going on about.

Klaus was acting all dramatic, pointing up at Five, who was looking at him like he'd lost his mind. "Who gave you permission to lay your hands on my son?"

Sunny's mouth dropped open, and she looked between her dad and Five. What was he talking about? "What?" she said, her voice small. Five looked like he was about to blow a fuse, his mouth hanging open in total disbelief.

The doctor blinked, totally lost. "I didn't touch your son."

"Oh really?" Klaus shot back, standing up so suddenly that Sunny jumped a little. He was in full Klaus mode now, all loud and dramatic, waving his arms around like he was in some kind of play. "Well, then how did he get that swollen lip then?"

Five was about to protest, his face scrunching up, but before anyone could say anything, Klaus's fist flew out and punched Five right in the mouth. Sunny's eyes went huge, and she slapped her hands over her mouth to keep from gasping too loud. Five staggered back, clutching his lip, looking completely stunned.

Sunny couldn't believe what she'd just seen. It was crazy, even for her dad. But it was also kind of funny. She knew she should probably be worried, but it was hard not to giggle a little at how ridiculous this all was.

"I want it. Name, please. Now," Klaus demanded, his voice low and threatening. Sunny watched, eyes wide, as the doctor's face went pale, his hands shaking a little as he fumbled with his phone.

"You're insane," the doctor stammered, his voice trembling as he tried to keep his cool.

Sunny knew her cue. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to summon up some fake tears. "Why did you hit my big brother, mister?" she whimpered, clutching onto Five's arm. She looked up at the doctor with her big green eyes, letting her bottom lip quiver just a little for effect.

The doctor's eyes darted to her, his mouth hanging open like a fish. "I didn't—" he started, but Sunny cut him off, bursting into big, dramatic sobs that were mostly just her pretending. She pressed her face into Five's side, crying like she'd never cried before, all wailing and sniffles, just like she'd seen on TV.

"Oh my!" Klaus said, putting his hand over his heart like he was the most shocked dad in the world. "And you made this poor little girl cry? You monster!"

Sunny peeked out from under Five's arm, watching as her dad picked up a snow globe from the desk. It was shiny and pretty, with little sparkles inside that swirled around when you shook it. Klaus stared at it for a second, and Sunny thought he might just put it down, but instead, he lifted it high and—

Smash!

Klaus slammed the snow globe against his own head, and Sunny jumped back, her eyes going huge as blood started trickling down her dad's forehead. Her mouth hung open. This was so much crazier than anything she'd ever seen. Even Five looked a little shocked, his mouth opening and closing like he couldn't believe it.

"God, that hurt!" Klaus yelped, holding his head with one hand while the other gripped the desk for support.

The doctor looked terrified, his eyes wide and his hands fumbling for the phone again. "I'm calling security—"

But Klaus was quicker. He yanked the phone right out of the doctor's hand and pretended to talk into it, making his voice all deep and serious. "There's been an assault in Mr. Big's office and we need security, now. Schnell!" Klaus barked into the receiver, then tossed it aside, letting it clatter to the desk.

Sunny stood there, watching everything unfold like it was the most exciting movie ever. She was still clinging to Five, but she couldn't help but grin a little. Her dad was always getting into trouble, but this was something else.

Klaus leaned in close to the doctor, who looked like he might faint. "Now here's what's gonna happen, Grant."

"It's...Lance," the doctor stuttered, looking ready to cry.

"In about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood, plus a really weepy six-year-old girl," Klaus said, pointing at Sunny, who made her eyes big and sad again for extra effect, "and they're gonna wonder, 'What the hell happened?' And we're gonna tell them that you beat the shit out of us."

Sunny nodded dramatically, wiping at her fake tears, just like she'd seen people do in movies. She could tell the doctor was scared; his face was all pale and sweaty, and he looked like he wanted to crawl under his desk.

"You're gonna do great in prison, Grant," Klaus continued, his voice all sing-songy like he was giving the doctor advice. "Trust me, I've been there. Little piece of chicken like you? Oh my god. You're gonna get passed around like a...well, you're gonna do great, that's all I'm saying."

Sunny looked up at her dad, not really understanding what he meant, but she could tell it was bad. The doctor's face was red, and he looked like he was about to cry.

"Jesus, you're a real sick bastard," the doctor whispered, his voice shaking.

"Thank you," Klaus said with a bright smile, and Sunny couldn't help but giggle a little, hiding it behind her hands.

ALL THINSG FAILED, the eye hasn't even been manufactured yet and Five didn't give any money to Klaus like he promised. Klaus like he promised. They were at a park now, it was pretty empty.

The park was mostly empty, just a few scattered kids playing on the jungle gym and the occasional jogger passing by. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that Sunny didn't like because it made everything feel a little too real. She could hear the squeak of the swing set as her dad pushed her, the rustling of the trees, and the far-off chirping of birds.

Klaus was behind her, pushing gently, the swings creaking with each movement. Sunny held tightly onto the chains, her tiny legs kicking back and forth, trying to go higher even though her dad was barely putting in any effort.

She loved swinging—it made her feel like she was flying, like nothing else mattered. But today, she couldn't enjoy it. Not with all the stuff that happened. Her dad was quiet, which was weird. He was usually talking about something, making up silly stories or cracking jokes. But now, he just stared at the ground, his hands shoving the swing softly, like he was on autopilot.

"Daddy?" she said, twisting her head to look back at him.

"Hm?" Klaus responded, eyes half-focused on her, his mind somewhere else.

Sunny swung back, letting the breeze brush against her face. She kicked her legs, pumping harder, trying to make herself feel normal. "I hate when you get high," she blurted out, her voice a mix of anger and sadness. It had been sitting in her chest like a heavy rock, and she couldn't hold it in anymore.

Klaus blinked, caught off guard by her words. He kept pushing her but slower now, his face scrunching up like he didn't know how to respond. "That's...that's grown-up stuff, Sunny-Bunny," he said finally, his voice gentle but distant. "It's not something you need to worry about."

Sunny twisted around again, frowning hard. "I don't care if it's grown-up stuff! I hate it. I hate it so much." Her voice wobbled, but she refused to cry. She wanted him to understand, to actually listen to her this time.

Klaus sighed, stopping the swing so that it swayed gently. He knelt beside her, resting his elbows on his knees, trying to put on a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Sunny, c'mon, kiddo. It's just...it's how I deal with things, okay? It's how I make the bad stuff go away for a little while."

Sunny stared at him, her small face twisted with frustration. "But it doesn't go away." she shouted, her cheeks flushed. "It just makes you all weird, and you don't talk to me, and you don't listen. And I have to help you walk sometimes, and you don't even remember." Her voice cracked at the end, but she pushed through, clutching the chains of the swing tightly. "You're my dad. You're supposed to be my dad, not...not all messy and gone."

Klaus looked away, his eyes glazing over. He was trying to find a way out of the conversation, to say something that would make it all better without really fixing anything. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing up at the sky like it had answers. "Hey, you know what? We should get ice cream after this," he said, forcing a cheerful tone. "Wouldn't that be fun? We could get those sprinkles you like. And the chocolate sauce!"

Sunny's face tightened, tears brimming in her eyes. She wasn't a little kid who could just be distracted by ice cream, not when her dad was doing this again. "I don't want ice cream. And plus we have zero money's!" she shouted, her voice piercing the stillness of the park. "I want you to stop being high! I want you to be my dad and...and not be all sleepy and weird!" She wiped angrily at her eyes, furious at herself for crying. She hated crying in front of him. It felt like she was letting him win or something, letting him ignore what really mattered.

Klaus flinched, her words cutting deeper than he wanted to admit. He looked at her, really looked at her—her small frame, her messy hair, the fierce look in her green eyes that was so much like his own. For once, he didn't have a joke or a snappy comeback. He just sat there, feeling like the worst dad in the world because he knew she was right. He wanted to tell her he'd do better, that he'd try, but all those promises felt empty in his mouth, like something he'd said a million times before and never followed through on.

"Sunny...I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice cracking at the edges. "I'm trying. I really am. But it's...it's hard, you know?"

Sunny sniffled, rubbing at her eyes with her fists, refusing to look at him. "You always say that," she mumbled, her voice small and hurt. "But it doesn't change anything."

Klaus hung his head, feeling the weight of her disappointment like a punch to the gut. He wanted to be better for her, but he didn't know how to fix the mess he'd made of himself. "You know, I love you, Sunny," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you more than anything."

Sunny didn't answer, just kept swinging back and forth, her movements slow and steady. She didn't want to hear the apologies, the excuses. She just wanted her dad back. And for now, that seemed like the hardest thing in the world.