"Here you go, Stan. This would help you reach the high places," Dusk said as she handed the tween a feather duster. "Make sure to get all the surfaces, behind the tv, bed, all that jazz," Klaus added. "I know how to dust. I'm not a baby," Stanley sighed, getting to work on the room. Meanwhile, Dusk and Klaus stood in the doorway. Though it was her job to watch over the boy, she couldn't help but glance over at her boyfriend.

After about fifteen minutes of watching Stanley dust all the nooks and crannies, the junkie quickly grew bored. He reached into one of the compartments on the cleaning cart, pulling out a tiny bottle of mouthwash. He unscrewed the little cap before swallowing the minty substance. "I didn't know you liked drinking mouthwash," Dusk spoke up as she took notice of his loud gulps.

"Well, not only does it have alcohol, it has that minty taste I like," He belched. Dusk's eyes slightly narrowed, as she couldn't imagine herself drinking mouthwash on a daily basis. The only time she had ever swallowed mouthwash was on accident when they were kids. They turned their focus back to Stanley, who was now dusting the square mirror next to a lampshade. "You missed a spot," Klaus pointed out. 

"You missed a spot on your face, and I'm not complaining," Stanley retorted. "First off, you need to lose the attitude, we're trying to help you out. And second, this was nothing compared to what we went through as kids," Dusk took a sharp breath. "Aunt Dusky's right, Dad once had me doing six months of laundry duty. Six months! Just for pawning one of his stupid priceless artifacts from Mexico. Well, it turns out it did have a price, and that price was $35 for meth, thank you very much," Klaus reflected. "Laundry duty doesn't seem that bad," the tween replied. "Well, it is when you know what your brothers do into their socks,"

Dusk held back the immediate urge to gag, knowing exactly what her boyfriend was talking about. There were many things she wished to forget that happened back at the Umbrella Academy, and that was one of them. "Uncle Klaus, did you get in a lot of trouble at my age?" Stanley questioned. The couple suddenly burst out laughing, nodding at the young boy's question before giving a verbal response.

"Oh, a ton!" Klaus put a hand to his stomach before continuing. "Truancy, larceny, arsony. You know, a lot of the stuff I was doing wasn't even illegal at the time. Have you ever heard of Klaus's Law?" Stanley shook his head as Klaus laid down on the bed, Dusk taking a seat at the edge. "Eh, it doesn't matter. Half the time, I was trying to piss off my dad, Luther, Diego, or Ben," "Sounds like Oppositional Defiant Disorder," Stanley noted.

That diagnosis made both Dusk and Klaus's ears perk up and look at each other, curious to know how he heard about such a thing. "It's typically associated with an argumentative, aggressive, irritable mood. Antisocial, risk-seeking behavior, and impulsivity," Klaus's eyes widened, it seemed to describe him all too well. Even Dusk came to this realization, she knew something was off about him, as nobody else around her acted the way he did. It must've been somewhat of a relief for Klaus to find that out.

"Ding dong, who's at the door? Me! It feels so good to put a name on it, so all the drugs and manipulation and my cult and-" Before he could finish, Stanley cut in, asking if his uncle really had a cult. "Yep, indeed he did. Bunch of creeps if you ask me," Dusk nodded, recalling pinning Keechie to the wall after he tried to grab her butt. "It was the 60s, love. Everybody had one. But the point is that all of that was a reaction to our father and his obscenely high expectations of us,"

Klaus sat up in the messy bed, his shoulder slightly bumping into Dusk's as he continued with his epiphany. "If I set this room on fire, would it be fulfilling? If I was to act out now, who would it even be an opposition to?" Stanley just looked at him confused, before going back to work. And by his definition of work, it was stealing anything that may be valuable in cash. Out of the corner of her eye, Dusk could see him doing something that didn't feel quite right. And as she turned around to face him, she caught him right in the act of shoving keys down his pants.

"Hey, put that back!" she instructed. "Oh come on, Aunt Dusk!" Stanley whined. But the raven firmly stood her ground, not taking her gaze off of him for a second. With reluctance, Stanley set the keys down, but neither the raven nor junkie would let it go. If he was about to steal keys, who knows what else he was trying to sneak off with? "All of it, please," Klaus piped up. "I thought you were supposed to be the fun Uncle!" Stanley sighed. Klaus grabbed the mini bottle of mouthwash swallowing the last of it before saying, "I know, me too,"

Stanley dug into his pockets, pulling out watches, sunglasses, necklaces, and even someone's engagement ring from the glance Dusk got. "Can I just keep one thing?" Stanley pleaded. "Alright, you can keep the panties," Klaus caved in, but Dusk shook her head. "No, put those back too," She pointed to the rocking chair, sitting in the corner of the room. "Why not?" the tween whined once again. "A twelve-year-old has no business having another woman's pair of panties. I can come up with at least a dozen reasons why it's not a good idea,"

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Later in the night, as they finished cleaning another one of the rooms on Chet's list, Dusk and Klaus pushed Stanley down the hallway as he rode on top of the cleaning cart. "Faster! Faster!" He chuckled. "Coming through!" Klaus called out to a few of the guests as they passed them. Eventually, they stopped at the end of the hallway, where three doors lay ahead of them. "Here, let me see if we have to clean any of these," Dusk grabbed the list and unrolled it, her eyes scanning the paper and checking the room numbers.

While the raven and Stanley were busy, Klaus took notice of the light blue crest that sat in the middle of the door, containing a buffalo and the words, White Buffalo Suite. What's in there? he wondered. "Umm, this room isn't on the list, Klaus," Dusk said after scanning the list a second time just in case she missed the room number. "White Buffalo," Klaus could reply, as he touched the cold rock and metal crest.

"I could try to pick the lock, but Diego took my switchblade," Stanley offered. "I don't know, guys. I have a bad feeling about this room, and what if someone's in there? We can't just go barging in," the raven winced. "It's not a big deal honeybee, just a quick glance. If someone's in there, then we'll leave," Klaus brushed it off before reaching into the cart for a few bobby pins. "You know, grasshopper. I once had to pick a lock with my teeth while partially paralyzed on Quaaludes. Oh man, that was a wild evening,"

The junkie had his girlfriend and the tween keep an eye out as he tediously picked the lock. There were times when he thought he was so close to getting in, but one faltered move would cause one of the bobby pins to fall to the ground, making him have to start all over again. Despite the circumstances with him and Dusk having to accompany Stanley while he handled his punishment, he enjoyed getting to know his little nephew. And he could tell Dusk was enjoying it too. It got him thinking about what it would be like to have his own kids. No doubt they'd have somewhat a rebellious streak, but also a sweet and tender heart.

The moment the lock clicked, Klaus's eyes lit up with excitement. "Got it!" He snickered, opening the door to reveal the Mamie Pink room. A few chandeliers hung from the ceiling, white fur rugs were laid out across the room, and hanging above the roaring fireplace was the head of a white buffalo. "Whoa! It's like freaking Indiana Jones in here!" Stanley gaped, heading towards the pachinko mounted on the wall. As Klaus looked up at the white buffalo head, he couldn't help but feel as if he had seen it before.

But the memory of it was fuzzy as if it were in a far-off dream. "Klaus, you okay?" Dusk put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Huh? Oh, I'm peaches and cream," Klaus replied, walking away from the fireplace as he inspected some of the extravagant paintings. Stanley reached over to the top of the mantel, where a mounted harpoon gun rested, the hook ready to shoot its target.

"Hey, careful with that. It's not a toy!" Dusk cautioned, lifting the gun in the air so it wouldn't hit anyone. "I am being careful!" Stanley insisted, before going back to imitating gunfire. The thought of the gun going off made the raven nervous. She had suffered countless wounds during missions, but being shot, especially with the harpoon, wasn't on her injury list.

"Come on, Stan. We gotta go see a man with a buffalo-" Before Klaus could finish his sentence, Dusk's fear came true, as Stanley accidentally fired the gun, the harpoon shooting her lover directly in the chest. A panicked scream escaped her lips, her eyes instantly flooding with tears as Klaus gasped at the pain, looking down to see the significant amount of blood loss before collapsing onto the ground.

"Klaus! Oh my god!" Dusk whimpered, pulling him into her lap as she tried to stop the bleeding with her hands, though it would do no good. "Stay with me! You're gonna be alright!" She tried to stay calm for not only him but also for Stanley and herself. Stanley carefully stepped over to his aunt, still in shock by what just happened. He couldn't comprehend the right words to say. What could you possibly say after accidentally shooting someone?

Dusk's tears streamed down her face as she tried to keep talking to her boyfriend, but very quickly, she could see the life fading from his eyes. "No, no, no, no, no, no, NO! You're not leaving me! Please don't..." She pleaded, feeling him take his last breath in her arms.