The Horrible Hotel Chapter 7: All Work And No Play, a series of unfortunate events fanfic

The Horrible Hotel

Klaus's Book

Violet walked into the main room where Klaus stayed most of the time, working on his book in secret.

"Klaus…?" she called, keeping the bat up. She walked further in.

He wasn't sitting at his desk. The typewriter he had been using was sitting, paper half typed on, in the machine. A box of what he had already typed lay next to it. Curious, she walked forward to read the typewriter. What she saw made goose bumps appear all over her arms and her blood run cold.

All work and no play makes Klaus a dull boy.

All work a

The same sentence repeated over and over. Could this be what he had typing all this time…?

Frantically she grabbed the stack of paper Klaus had typed over the past months, hoping, praying that she wouldn't see…

All work and no play makes Klaus a dull boy.

She turned the page. And another. Another. Another!

All work and no play makes Klaus a dull boy.

Pages flew everywhere as she became more and more desperate, but all she found was more of that same line…

"Do you like it?"

Violet screamed and whipped around, her heart beating like a jackhammer. Klaus was there, staring at her with hollow eyes, a creepy smile spreading across his face.

"Klaus!" she cried.

"Do you like it?" he repeated. He began to move toward her. Violet began to move away, bumped into the desk, then moved along it towards the entrance to the hallway, holding the bat in front of her.

"What are you doing here?" asked Klaus, glasses glinting in the lamplight. He stopped by a chair.

"I… I just wanted…to talk to you." She wiped some cold sweat off her forehead and tried to calm her heart. It wasn't working.

"Ok. Let's talk." Klaus said. He picked up a few of the papers still in the box, looked at them, then dropped them and looked back at Violet. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I…" said the terrified Violet, "I can't really remember!"

"You can't remember."

Violet began to move to the left, circling around to the stair, still facing Klaus with the bat. He followed her gaze.

XOXO

Sunny was sitting at the table in their apartment when she began to Shine…

XOXO

"Maybe it was about Sunny." Klaus suggested. "Maybe it was about her."

XOXO

Furniture in the lobby floating on a river of blood…

XOXO

"I think we should discuss Sunny."

XOXO

REDRUM on a door…

XOXO

"I think should discuss what should be done with her." Klaus moved forward, "What do you think should be done with her?"

Violet gave a nervous little laugh as she began to move backwards.

"I… I don't know."

Klaus began to move to the right, backing Violet towards the stairs. Violet could swear he had gotten taller.

"I don't think that's true." Klaus said in a sing-song voice. "I think you have some very definite ideas about what should be done with Sunny... and I'd like to know what they are." The smile was gone now. He stared at her as they continued to move towards the stairs.

Violet began to cry, tears streaming down her face.

"I… I think maybe she should be taken to a doctor." She said.

"You think maybe she should be taken to a doctor?" He asked.

"Yes!" she sobbed, still backing slowly up.

"When do you think maybe she should be taken to a doctor?" he asked sarcastically, her eyes narrowing.

"As soon as possible!" she cried.

"As soon as possible." Klaus repeated.

"Klaus…" sobbed Violet, the bat wobbling with her shakes, "please."

"You believe her health might be at stake?" he spat.

"Y- yes!" she said, her vision becoming blurry with tears. Her hands were trembling now.

"Are you concerned about her?" Klaus raised an eyebrow.

Violet gulped. "Yes."

"Are you concerned about me?"

Violet began to go just a bit quicker backwards. "Of course I am."

"Of course you are." Klaus repeated mockingly. He stopped and sighed. Then he suddenly turned and glared at her. "Have you ever thought about my responsibilities?" he demanded.

"What are you talking about Klaus?" cried Violet.

"Have you ever had a single moment's thought about my responsibilities?" he shouted, waving his hands. "Have you ever thought for a single, solitary momentabout my responsibilities to my employers?" he said, his voice rising and his face becoming red with anger. Violet shook her head, tears falling, sobbing as she continued to walk backwards. What on earth was he talking about? Was he mad?

Klaus continued his mad tirade, shouting at the top of his lungs now, his glasses slipping down his nose.

"Has it ever occurred to you that I have agreed to look after the Overlook Hotel until May the first? Does it matter to you at all that the owners have placed their complete confidence and trust in me, and that I have signed a letter of agreement, a contract, in which I have accepted that responsibility?" he was shaking with anger.

"Klaus…" she sobbed. What was happening? This was a bad dream, she knew it was. This sort of thing didn't happen in reality, did it? Brothers you've loved your whole life flipping their lid? Sisters having multiple personality disorder?

"Do you have the slightest idea what a moral and ethical principal is? Do you?"

Violet bumped into the stairs and climbed up the first step as Klaus came towards her, red with rage. She had never, in all her life, seen him like this. It was this hotel. It was doing this to him. This wasn't Klaus.

Klaus went up the stairs faster, and Violet went backwards up more steps.

"Do you?" he screamed.

"Stay away from me!" shouted Violet, swinging the bat in front of Klaus. She tightened her grip on the bat. This wasn't Klaus!

"Why?" asked Klaus, no longer shouting. They continued up the stairs, but slow again.

"Just let me go back to my room!" she cried.

"Why?" he repeated.

She sniffed and wiped her cheeks. "Well… I'm very confused and I need a chance to think things over."

Klaus widened his eyes. "You've had you whole life to think things over!" he shouted. "What good's a few more minutes now?!?" his hands were tightened into fists.

"Klaus, stay away from me… please."

Klaus reached for her. Violet's eyes widened and she waved the bat.

"Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!" she screamed.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He said evenly. "Give me the bat." He held out his hand.

She swung the bat and continued up the stairs.

"Get away from me!"

"I'm not gonna hurt you."

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"Dearest sister, you didn't let me finish my sentence. I said, "I'm not going to hurt you… I'm going to bash your brains in!'" he laughed and took a step up again.

Violet waved the bat again, eyes wide with terror. Klaus laughed, a broad grin on his face.

"Stay away from me!" she shrieked. She waved the bat again.

"Stop swinging the bat." He said.

"Stay away from me!"

"Put the bat down, Violet."

"STOP IT!"

"Violet, give me the bat."

"Stay away from me!" She swung again, this time harder. When he ducked, he nearly lost his balance.

"Stop swinging the bat!" he shouted angrily.

"Get down!"

"Violet, give me the bat." He was calm again, but only in voice. His glasses had slipped once again.

"Go away!"

"Stop swinging."

"Leave me alone!"

"Give me the bat!" Klaus reached up for it. Violet gave a battle cry and whacked his hand with the bat with all of her might. It hit with a satisfying crunch.

"AHH!" he screamed, clutching his hand. Violet whacked his again, this time on the head.

Klaus stumbled and fell down the stairs, rolling over and over before coming to a stop at the bottom. His glasses almost fell off, they were now broken and askew.

Violet clamped a hand to her mouth. What had she done to her brother?

She ran down to the stairs. To her relief, he was still breathing. Her relief ended quickly. She had to put him somewhere. Where?

XOXO

Klaus awoke, his head throbbing. The world was blurry because his glasses were dangling off one ear and wiggling because his head hurt so much. He soon realized he was being dragged across the floor. It looked like he was in the kitchen.

"Uhhh." He said, weakly flailing his arms. He couldn't even get them off the floor. He saw that it was Violet dragging him, by his feet.

She dropped him, opened the door to the storage closet full of boxed food that Quigley had shown the earlier, then picked Klaus up again and began to drag him inside.

"Wh… what are you doing?" he mumbled. She dropped him, then went past him out the door. He grabbed feebly at her, but to no avail.

"Wait a minute…"

Once out of the storage room, she closed the door and locked it. Then she backed away.

Klaus sat up and grabbed his ankle, grimacing in pain. He had twisted it falling down the stairs.

"Hey!" he shouted at the door. "Come back!"

Violet looked around for a second, before grabbing a knife off a rack on the wall. She looked sadly at the door.

"Violet!" Klaus shouted, "Open the damn door!"

She slowly sank to her knees, and began to cry.

"Violet… just open the door and I'll forget everything. Everything can go back to normal."

Violet continued to cry, burying her face in her hands. He could sound so much like the real Klaus!

"Violet…" Klaus put his hand to his head. "You hit me really hard. I think I need to see a doctor. Please don't leave me in here."

Violet stopped crying and stood up. She couldn't lose sight of the fact that he WASN'T her Klaus. She couldn't be taken in. For Sunny's sake.

"I'm going to leave now." she said. "I'm going to try and get Sunny down to the town below using the Snocat." She sobbed. "I… I'll bring a doctor."

"Violet…" he said desperately.

"I'm leaving now." She said.

"Violet…"

"Yes?"

Klaus grinned and laughed. The laugh sent chills down Violet's spine.

"You got a big surprise coming, Violet." He said, his voice turning back into the new Klaus. He laughed again. "You're not going anywhere." He chuckled and Violet's heart began to thud with fear again. "Go check the radio and Snocat and you'll see what I mean." He gave another laugh, loud and maniacal.

Violet ran out of the room, Klaus's words ringing after her, "Go check it out! Go check it out!"

She burst through the kitchen's door to the outside, forcing it open through the snow. Knife still in hand, she ran for the shed in which the Snocat was kept.

She yanked open the doors and looked with despair at the Snocat. The hood was up, and several important-looking wires and caps had been yanked out and thrown on the cold ground.