Twenty-Two: In Which Klaus, Against His Better Judgement, Drinks the Milk
[WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS AN EXCESSIVE AMOUNT OF LARGE HAM.]
A; 729 Anderson
[It is the second day of the Milkman's reign as police chief. Klaus isn't quite sure what happened most of the day before, given that he spent it dead thanks to a killdroned Hiccup -- but he does know, thanks to various phonecalls to that effect, that it has something to do with the milk that's been appearing on their doorstep.
The milk he was told very specifically not to drink the moment he arrived int his town almost a year ago.
If it will keep Hiccup from having to ever do anything like that again, however, Klaus doesn't mind maybe swallowing a few spiders or dealing with a bit of poison. He's had worse and besides, death has become almost a family bonding mechanism in this makeshift little family. So he sits in the kitchen of 729 Anderson, an empty milk bottle beside him, reading the (utterly uninformative) morning paper. Everything seems relatively normal. There were no spiders or razor blades. Perhaps it was a one-off thing? Family is welcome to approach and find out.]
B; Phone
[Klaus has managed to drink the Hormone-Free Milk, meaning he's been having violent mood swings all day, as his family can attest to. And now he wants to get Mayfield in on the action, because that's what you do when you're angrier than you have any memory of ever being and, thanks to that, in the full fugue of the Madness Place.]
I hate this town. And do you know what else I hate? I hate all of you. I have been in this hellhole for a YEAR and we still haven't been able to find a way out! Lazy, lazy, LAZY! Do the rest of you want to stay here?
[If the mood swings are terrifying simply by themselves, they're made even worse by the insanity they've kickstarted within him, the insanity he usually keeps so well-controlled. His voice changes, mellowing into the strained tones of fear, but the obvious thrum of madness remains no matter the tone.]
What if we are truly trapped here forever, rats in someone else's maze? I am a scientist, not a test subject! It can't really end like this. No. No no no no no no no NO NO NO NONONONONO--
[Respond to the call to try and talk him down, or make your way to 729 Anderson and confront him in person -- it's your choice.]
A; 729 Anderson
[It is the second day of the Milkman's reign as police chief. Klaus isn't quite sure what happened most of the day before, given that he spent it dead thanks to a killdroned Hiccup -- but he does know, thanks to various phonecalls to that effect, that it has something to do with the milk that's been appearing on their doorstep.
The milk he was told very specifically not to drink the moment he arrived int his town almost a year ago.
If it will keep Hiccup from having to ever do anything like that again, however, Klaus doesn't mind maybe swallowing a few spiders or dealing with a bit of poison. He's had worse and besides, death has become almost a family bonding mechanism in this makeshift little family. So he sits in the kitchen of 729 Anderson, an empty milk bottle beside him, reading the (utterly uninformative) morning paper. Everything seems relatively normal. There were no spiders or razor blades. Perhaps it was a one-off thing? Family is welcome to approach and find out.]
B; Phone
[Klaus has managed to drink the Hormone-Free Milk, meaning he's been having violent mood swings all day, as his family can attest to. And now he wants to get Mayfield in on the action, because that's what you do when you're angrier than you have any memory of ever being and, thanks to that, in the full fugue of the Madness Place.]
I hate this town. And do you know what else I hate? I hate all of you. I have been in this hellhole for a YEAR and we still haven't been able to find a way out! Lazy, lazy, LAZY! Do the rest of you want to stay here?
[If the mood swings are terrifying simply by themselves, they're made even worse by the insanity they've kickstarted within him, the insanity he usually keeps so well-controlled. His voice changes, mellowing into the strained tones of fear, but the obvious thrum of madness remains no matter the tone.]
What if we are truly trapped here forever, rats in someone else's maze? I am a scientist, not a test subject! It can't really end like this. No. No no no no no no no NO NO NO NONONONONO--
[Respond to the call to try and talk him down, or make your way to 729 Anderson and confront him in person -- it's your choice.]