"Klaus," a hushed voice called out, barely louder than a whisper.
"Klaus," it repeated, a touch more insistent this time. A gentle tap of a tentacle accompanied the soft words, rousing the slumbering teenager from his peaceful rest. Amidst the chaos that surrounded them, Klaus slept undisturbed, a slight smile gracing his features.
With a deep inhale, the octopus pressed its tentacle against Klaus's form, applying a bit more force. As the tentacle made contact, Klaus's eyes shot open, his consciousness abruptly pulled back into the waking world. Blinking back the remnants of sleep, he stared at his surroundings, a sleepy expression still lingering on his face.
Realizing the situation, Klaus's voice emerged from his lips, laced with drowsiness. "Is it time already?" he mumbled, his mind struggling to catch up with the urgency that filled the air.
