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Kinda pointless, but Klaus has feelings too. Here they are.
Klaus's Misfortune
Chapter 2
The walk home was long and tiresome. The walk up to the door was dreadful. As Klaus stood by the door in fear and anxiety of the future, Olaf marched his theatre troupe around the room.
Klaus stared. Too much resistance to join in yet too bored to stay by the door, Klaus trudged to the lousy bedroom he and his siblings were given during their short yet horrible stay.
It was funny the way things were. Just two days ago, he was more eager to get out of there than a bunch of bees were to get honey. Yet now he wished more than ever that time would turn itself back by two days.
The bed that they alternated in sleeping on looked quite comfy now. Compared to his treacherous husband anyway. He wondered what his sisters were up to. Had they managed to get a bed? Were they sleeping in a loving household or on the streets with the rats in the sewers.
Klaus picked up the rocks. If only Olaf were a rock.
Just then, Olaf and the hook handed man walked in. "Hi sweetie," said Olaf, his speech slurred. "Wanna come for a drink?"
Klaus shuddered. Olaf had been drinking. "No thank you." Said Klaus, "I'm rather tired. I'd like to go to bed now."
Olaf grinned goofily. "Then you must come to bed with me."
"I'm not going to bed with you," cried Klaus. "I'd hate to think what you'd do to my sister if you hadn't married me!"
Olaf giggled and collapsed. Klaus slammed the door. There was no fog for why Olaf had been drinking. He himself wished he could glug down some alcohol, and maybe just pass out.
But he couldn't. He had to think like Violet. Violet was the inventor. Right now he needed to invent a way to get out of the house.
Instead, he fell asleep.
My apologies, I'm not the most serious person, so this chapter is not very long.
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