I Know what you're thinking: Sugary Snicket has finally lost her marbles, because now she's writing a story about Olafs childhood. I nave one thing to say to you: I have NOT lost my marbles, I just suddenly had this random thought about Olaf's childhood, like, what if his parents beat him or something, so he ran away? What if VFD found him and recruited him, and that's how he got that tattoo on his left ankle? Then what if, after several years of fighting fires, he starts thinking that maybe fire isn t the enemy, and goes bad? This story will end with him burning a certain mansion that three certain children lived in to the ground. Because of this, I feel compelled to tell you one thing: this story does not have a happy beginning, middle, OR ending. This story is about young Olaf, and his own personal series of unfortunate events.
Disclaimer: Olaf is not mine, He is Lemony Snicket's. Come to think of it, this fanfic also belongs to him, 'cause his characters are in it……
Prologue
It has been said that there is a grain of good in all evil, and the same is true with me. Yeah, sure I've done some bad things over the past few years, tearing families apart and ruining their lives, but even as you read this document, you cannot imagine what I have gone through. Believe it or not, I was once a teenager, struggling to remain worthy among my popular peers, trying not to be overlooked just because I was the runt of the litter, having skipped both second and third grade, and was not very athletic for my age. In fact, the torment of my schoolmates and parents hurting me, emotionally and physically, is why I am where I am today. Maybe I should go back a few years and explain myself. Perhaps if I show you what it was like, you would understand. I will take you back before the beginning; before the Baudelaires and fires, and before I even knew what VFD stood for; before I was lied to. I will show you everything.
Uh, yeah, Olaf, you do that……