Sugary Snicket wants to say:
HIIIII! Here's my new fanfic, hope you like it. Unfortunate Events fans should note that this takes place in the brief time between the end of the eighth book and the beginning of the ninth. I would also like to say that I do not own the Baudelaires or any of their Various Dangerous Frivolities. I don't own Jason or any of his victims either. I DO, however, own Sydney and the events in this story, so if you wish to refer to Sydney in a story of your own, TOO BAD. He's mine and mine alone, and you can't have him! Please review; I miss attention SOOOOO much! Okay, without further ado, let's get this party started riiiiiiight…… NOW!
I'm sure you've heard the expression "Scared to death" before, so it is safe to assume that you must also know that it doesn't mean that someone is so frightened that they actually die, but instead means that they are horribly frightened. For instance, one might be scared to death if they encountered an octopus in a dark grotto. I would be scared to death if I were to stumble upon Jason in a dark alley. And you might be scared to death if you have somehow provoked several angry, stinging hornets to chase you for a mile. If you have ever been scared to death before, you know it is a very unpleasant feeling to have, and you can also identify with the way the Baudelaires felt inside the cramped, dark trunk of Olaf's car. They had been stuck inside for who knew how long, and they were positive that any second Olaf would find out that they had stowed away in his trunk.
The car suddenly stopped, sending the children and contents of the trunk lurching forward and into a tangled heap, and this worried the children more. Would Olaf come to get something out of the trunk, only to find them? Did he know that they were there? The siblings huddled closer and held their breath, a phrase that when used here means "waited in great suspense for an evil villain to find them". Violet's hair, usually tied up with a ribbon to keep it out of her eyes while thinking, hung in front of her eyes, something she hated more than almost anything. She remembered where her ribbon was and was saddened. Only minutes ago she had used it to trick someone who now believed that she was a criminal. Klaus, the middle child, was silent as he stared at the lock of the trunk with wide eyes. He had read many mystery novels before, and they had given him the same feeling of suspense that he felt now. Sunny, the youngest of the three, was noticeably the most frightened, as her four sharp teeth were chattering and causing her to bite her lip. The three youngsters waited in suspense for the door of the trunk to open, but never once did it budge. They heard a car door slam and the engine rev. Sooner or later, they were bound to get caught; what if this was their last chance for escape?
"Klaus, Sunny, help me search for something to open the trunk of the car," Violet whispered. She quickly searched through the suitcases to find something, anything, to help her get the lock open. She spotted a monocle, the same one Olaf had used while pretending to be an auctioneer. "I bet," she whispered to herself, "I could jiggle the lock with this," and this is exactly what she did. Soon, the door was unlocked, and the threesome was helping their baby sister out of the trunk. They quietly tiptoed into a heavily-wooded area, thick with barren trees, and snuck away from the car as it vroomed off.
The small thicket of trees was really a small part of a very large, very dark forest with an unpaved road as the only way out. There were two things they could do, the first being to walk down the road, and the second being to enter the terrifying forest. "I think we should stay on the road," Klaus said. "That forest is big. We could easily get separated from each other." "Bears," Sunny added gravely. "But," Violet said, "if we were to stay on the road, someone might see us and call the police. If we enter the forest, we'll have enough cover and we'll be able to survive. I know that you know how to make shelters and build fires, and I could help with knots and various inventions to help us obtain water." "I know you know that I know how to do those things," Klaus said, "But still, how are we going to stay safe from Olaf?" "Well, we could make weapons," Violet said, "or move around. This forest is big enough, so why not?" "Food," Sunny shrieked. "Exactly, Sunny, you could gather food," Violet said. She turned back to Klaus and added "Plus, if worst comes to worst, we may be able to find a place to spend the night. What do we have to lose?" With that, Violet scooped up Sunny and started into the forest with Klaus following behind.
The dark night seemed to push in at the children from all sides, and the cold seemed to cut through them like a knife through butter, a saying that has absolutely nothing to do with knives or a creamy concoction which is often spread on toast. It simply means that something, in this scenario, the cold, is so intense that it feels like it is cutting into another object, in this case the Baudelaire orphans, as easily as a knife would cut through butter. The children continued walking, unsure of where they were headed, when they saw a very welcoming sight. In a large clearing stood an even larger mansion with glowing lights on its porch front. "Hey, look!" Klaus said, "Maybe we could stay there for a night." "Let's just hope that the owner doesn't read the Daily Punctilio," Violet added in a grave tone. "Tryncee," Sunny said. Klaus and Violet looked at each other, then Klaus said "She's right. Let's go," and with those final words, the Baudelaire orphans walked out of the woods and into a very terrifying episode in the series of unfortunate events that was their lives.
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