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If I looked anything like what Stanley looked like at that moment, we were both about to poop bricks. “I don’t like your tone,” Klaus snapped. “Yeah? Well I don’t like your attitude. Dave basically – oh, that’s right, that’s Mr. Westerholtz to you.” I was covering my mouth with both hands by now. Stanley was shaking his head slowly in that Roy Scheider in Jaws, glassy-eyed ‘You’re gonna need a bigger boat’ kind of way. Connor looked like he was having the time of his life. “Anyway, Dave basically said that when I say ‘Jump,’ you ask, ‘How high.’ And you’re not asking ‘how high’ yet, Klaus.”

Klaus teased. ‘No, I would have exposed you to the entire school.’ Mr. Klaus chuckled. ‘You clearly don’t know who I am. You don't know the things I am capable of .’ ‘I don’t care. All I know is that you are someone I wouldn’t hesitate to punch if I am given the chance.’ I almost face-palmed myself. Why would he say something like that? 'Okay Jake, I am giving you the chance'. The boldness in Mr. Klaus’s voice made me instantly worried for Jake. 'Punch me. Just once, maybe twice. If it will make you less angry, do it.’

"I hate all of you. You, Zilo, Zack... you’re all just different flavors of the same poison." "Hatred is a very human emotion, Sofia. You should try to move past it," Klaus said, checking his silver pocket watch. "The carriages are being brought around. Zilo is already waiting. He’s quite eager to see you again after that... display." (KLAUS BLACKWELL’S POINT OF VIEW)

Author pov “Klaus, your time is over!” My deep, resonant voice reverberated through the space as he stood at the entrance, gripping his weapon—a red-robed axe—with white-knuckled intensity, his gaze locked on Klaus. Lexi and Markus had to step aside, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. "Wow! It's been ages. Mr. Jed Bartlet!" Klaus exclaimed, stroking his hair as he approached the old man. Without missing a beat, he turned to Lexi and laughed. "Scared, are we?"

"I was thinking it's something that demands lengthy talks — you know, due to the impending issue at hand." Klaus, slightly calmed after several minutes of boiling anger, shrugged his shoulders lightly. "Long talks are for men who don't understand the game." He said plainly, but a hint of sarcasm was evident in his voice. "Carson doesn't seems like someone who's in for such and neither do I."

The more I tried to stifle it, the more I laughed out loud. "If you think this is the perfect time to laugh over something, I'm sure it's pretty much insignificant," Klaus says, turning his attention from the window towards me. "You're more ignorant than I thought you were." He finishes, his eyes holding mine, daring me to look away. "Of all the people roped into this gruesome case, I thought you would be the first to take mass murder more seriously than the others."

Klaus is dead Amelia’s quote: I finally realized the bitter reality of life: Some of us weren’t meant to be ‘happy.’ We were just meant to be witnesses to everyone else’s joy.💔

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

"He’s in the tallest tower in Manhattan. Why would you come to me?" Klaus let out a maniacal, barking laugh that made a few diners at nearby tables look over in confusion. It was the laugh of a man who had nothing left to lose and everything to gain from chaos. "I like her," he said, seemingly talking to the air. Claire returned then, carrying a silver bucket and a bottle of vintage champagne. She set it on the table with a sharp thud, her eyes never leaving Klaus’s. He didn't wait for her to pour. He grabbed the bottle, popped the cork with a violent crack that sounded like a gunshot in the small space, and took a long swig directly from the neck.

Bye, big guys, see you later," Klaus said. "Bye, young Oakluster, Mr. Cross," they said. "I felt old next to you," I complained. "You are Norman," Klaus answered. I looked at him incredulously. Did he call me old? "Did you just call me old?" I asked. "You're my grumpy old man..." "You are special, Klaus." "I know." We smiled and laughed at Klaus's witticisms. We walked out to the end of the building, and my car was already parked outside. I helped Klaus in, and then I got in.