A starter for @smolxunicorn‘s Allison
The most important thing to Ben right now was that the house was still around.Something felt off about it but the looming grey building was a place he could live in. It was never really home for any of the kids, but the word fit the place enough. Ben ran up the stone steps and into the house, not sure if any of his other siblings were around. He’d seen Klaus, but not anyone else yet.
Running up to his room , he shouted out for everyone. “Five?Allison? Luther? Diego? Vanya? Mom ?Pogo? Hell I’ll take dad even, is anyone home?” Contrary to how Ben usually was, he was trying to make as much noise as possible, hoping someone would come out.
Ben had to force the lock a bit, but got his room open. Sure enough, it was a mess just as he left it. The blanket Klaus had knitted him years ago was the only surviving bedcover , scratches and blood marks from the horror scraped the walls. Mad scribblings ,along with a few posters for bands he liked were tacked up on the walls in a failed attempt to cover them. Dad knew about the scratches, and the blood , and the scribbles. He’d not been able to sleep in his own room , or sleep at all rather while he was inhabiting Klaus’ mind.
A noise in the hall caught his attention, and Ben stuck his head out of his room to see who or what was making the noise.