Yo, it's me again, welcoming you to chapter six of this woeful yarn. If you've made it this far, you obviously haven't been attacked by anything, murdered, or tied up inside of a closet somewhere. This chapter marks the end of book two, and the start of book three. And, on a different note, I will start ASOPE2: Forsaken Friendships sometime this coming Summer/Fall. Expect that one to contain books 5, 6, and 7. The triquel will be called ASOPE3: Austere Accusations and will feature books 8, 4, and 10 (Yeah, so I went out of order, and I forgot 9. I hate book 9. Nothing really happens in book 9 anyway. :P I'll put any information in book 9 into the 'Snicket File' For now, the Snicket file, anyway, I might change the name to perhaps the Foley File. I've yet to use Tucker's last name anywhere!) The Quadquel will be called ASOPE: Misery Managed And will feature books 11, 12, and 13. Expect the last woeful tale to come out finished sometime in Summer/Fall of next year. And, of course, keep an eye out for updates on previous, unfinished fanfics, a few one-shots, and an untitled Quiglet Cliff scene poem. (This poem does not rhyme. It's a free-form poem type thing.)

Disclaimer: The charicters here aren't mine. Oh, and I don't own Whoppers malted milk balls. I unfortunately do, however, have an allergy to ragweed.

Over the next few days, Stephano would randomly flash the knife at Danny, Sam, and Tucker when their guardian was not looking or in the the room with them. When Danny, for instance, got up to get a midnight snack, Stephano would accompany him to the kitchen, all the while holding the Knife to Danny's back as a warning. When Sam attempted to talk with Uncle Monty, Stephano would shoot her a malice-filled - a word which here means "full of hatred and evil" - glare. And when Tucker tried to steal the knife from Stephano so he could not be threatened with it, Stephano would wheel and swiftly hold the knife to Tucker's throat.

All in all, the children were more afraid for their own well-being than for their guardian's, so they were taken by complete surprise one morning whilst walking downstairs not to hear their uncle's voice rebounding upstairs, as they so often did in the morning.

Death is a strange thing, especially when someone you know is the dead person. It's a bit like going downstairs in the dark, and thinking that you have one more step than you do. You find your foot on thin air instead of a wooden step, and you feel a sudden shock and fear that the rest of your body may follow. As soon as the orphans walked into the reptile room, shouting the name of their guardian over and over, they felt this strange sense of falling as soon as they saw Uncle Monty slumped over at his desk. Sam shook him, thinking him to be sleeping - that is, until she saw that his eyes were wide open, staring in shock. Sam felt something wet on the palm of her hand and glanced down.

The palm of her hand, along with the back of Uncle Monty's shirt, was covered in blood.

Sam yanked back her hand in horror, Danny stared in terrified shock, and Tucker, who had always been a bit squeamish, threw up.

"Oh, God," Sam said in a terrified whisper, "We have to get out of here!"

"Oh, you aren't going anywhere..." said a familiar voice.

The orphans all recognized Count Vlad, although he was in disguise, just by his sneaky tone of voice. Vlad closed and padlocked the door behind him, then took a menacing step towards the frightened children.

"Sam?" Tucker signed with shaking hands, "What do we do now?"

"I've got an idea," Sam said. She whispered something to Danny, who nodded eagerly, then she pointed to one of the large windows that lead to the front yard, then bolted. Danny went into full ghost mode and began to zap wildly at Vlad's feet.

"Arrggh!" Vlad cried out, trying to dodge the green bolts of hot energy. Danny laughed. "Dance, monkey boy, DANCE!"

Tucker grabbed a chair and flung it out the window, while Sam ran towards it and jumped out. Tucker followed suit, then Danny finally stopped zapping and flew outside as well, straight into a waiting and slightly impatient Mr. Poe.

"Samantha, what ever is the matter?" Mr. Poe asked. "Why are youre hands covered in red paint?" "There's no time to explain," Danny said, "Uncle Monty is dead, and -" "You need a new guardian," Mr. Poe interrupted. "That's what I was just here to tell you. This was supposed to be your temporary home. I'm here to pick you up. Now, get in the car whilst I gather your things."

The children were soon on their way to yet another home, but I'm sorry to say that their expierience on Dismal Dock would be even more unfortunate.

Allergies are bizzare things. For instance, I happen to be allergic to ragweed - a golden-hued, grass-like flower - for a portion of the year, and as I - and anyone else who has allergies - will tell you, if you have an allergy to something, it is best to stay far away from it.

And so it was with Danny, Sam, and Tucker Fenton as they peered into the small paper bags of Whoppers that Mr. Poe had given them. They had politely thanked him, even though he kept forgetting about the Fentons' allergy to malted milk.

The children were standing in front of a large house that was built partway off of a rocky promontory overlooking a stormy lake.

"Who in their right mind would build a house half way off of a cliff?" Danny asked.

"Not a clue," Sam said, approaching the door, "But they must be awfully brave. And the view from that high must be very inspiring." Tucker knocked on the door.

"Hello?" a female voice shouted fearfully. "Who is it? You aren't realators, are you?"

"No," Sam said, giving her siblings a strange look. "We're the Fentons."

"Oh good," the voice responded. "I'm absolutely terrified of realators."

The old wooden door creaked open to reveal a tall, thin, and pale woman. She seemed a bit skittish, a word which here means 'jumpy'. She nervously glanced around, but smiled a small smile once she laid eyes on the children. "Hello," she said in a soft voice. "I'm your Aunt Josephine."

Well, that's the end of TRR, and the beginning of TWW. I hope that the next few chapters are as enjoyable as the first few, and the middle few, and even this one. Please review!