There are many things in this world that are almost certainly going to happen. The fires of the world are almost certainly going to happen, as there is no doubt going to be fire, accidental or on purpose. And the Sun rising each morning is almost certainly going to happen, unless you happen to live in the Arctic.
Similarly, Quigley Quagmire and Sunny Baudelaire having many questions was almost certainly going to happen, questions about the Hotel Denouement, about the trial and it's outcome, and many other things.
As the two were walking, they couldn't help but agree that their siblings were utterly in love, and they had a good chuckle over that. However, they stepped into Room 954, to find an unfortunate sight.
Count Olaf, in his curry stained tuxedo, was conversing with Larry Your-Waiter.
"I said for the last time, what are the phrases to the V.F.D. lock?" The count asked Larry, who, upon closer inspection, was tied up in rope.
"I thought you didn't expect me to talk?" Larry replied defiantly, before noticing Quigley and Sunny. "But fine. The first phrase is the contents of the sugar bowl."
"Immunizing sugar, okay." Olaf wrote down into the palm of his hand. "Next!"
"The second phrase is," Larry started, before pausing. What was something that could help the Baudelaires and Quagmires? He thought, before finishing, "the reason you hated Beatrice so much. The night she killed your father by accident."
Sunny froze. She didn't remember much, but... Her mother what? Sunny's mind started reeling, a phrase which here means 'everything started to make sense to Sunny, the defiant hatred Olaf held for her and her siblings coming into clear light'.
"Poison dart... Next, Larry." Olaf said.
"The last one is name of the hotel's true and most important manager." Larry responded, a frozen silence almost suspended midair.
"Frank?" Olaf guessed, to which Larry shook his head no.
"Ernest?" Olaf guessed, to which Larry shook his head no.
"Well, it can't be De... He's not a myth, is he?" Olaf asked slowly, pushing Larry back step by step.
"Dewey Denouement, the true founder of this hotel. He's the one who installed the Vernacularly Fastened Door in the laundry room."
Olaf screamed, throwing Larry to the ground, before pulling one end of the rope, pulling Larry into the kitchen, horror movie style.
The voices kept coming from past the door.
"You can't honestly tell me Dewey Denouement isn't a myth. He's a legend, a story!" Olaf said.
"He just as real as you or me."
"Tell me what the real three phrases to the V.F.D. lock are!"
"Fine, fine!" Larry said, before carefully, loudly, and slowly, saying, "Peppermints, poison dart, and 'who knows when some slight shock, disturbing the delicate balance between social order and thirsty aspiration, shall send the skyscrapers in our cities toppling.'"
"Repeat that, so I can write it down, Larry!" Olaf said, and Larry did as such, Quigley writing the same thing.
"Dewey is real." Larry insisted. "Just ask Kit. She's about to have his child."
Silence rang out. There was a sound of shuffling.
"Olaf? What are you doing?" asked the waiter, Quigley and Sunny listened carefully.
I am glad to inform you that last time Olaf tried the boil-alive-in-curry gambit, the stove had been off for quite some time, meaning Larry Your-Waiter survived.
This time, Olaf turned the stove on himself.
"Goodbye, Larry, my waiter."
Olaf laughed as Larry was splashed into the already boiling curry, and Olaf walked off, brushing his hands as though he just finished a good dusting.
Quigley and Sunny both looked at each other, the message between them very clear.
"What did your mother do?" Quigley asked, confused.
"Innocent. She didn't mean to..." Sunny said, hoping she was right.
"W-we need to tell the others. About Dewey, and Olaf and Larry and..."
"No poison dart." Sunny said, almost begging Quigley to keep it secret, as though to forget.
"I won't tell them about the poison darts, or anything about that. Promise." Quigley said, hugging the now-crying child close. Children, as I very much hope you know, are not supposed to hear twisted, dark, depressing details about the murders that their parents committed at operas. If you didn't know that, I am very sorry you had a rotten childhood, or I am sorry for your children, who is having a rotten childhood, depending if you are a parent or not and if you were told these details or are telling them.
"D-do you think any of those phrases are right?" Quigley asked, shaking.
"Not really." replied Sunny, voice wavering.
Wrong!
Wrong!
Wrong!
I am sorry to inform you that many things happened then and there. Larry Your-Waiter did not survive the boiling curry, although he did receive a proper burial and whatnot afterwards. Larry did however give Olaf the correct phrases to the V.F.D. lock, in a desperate hope of being able to warn Dewey to change the lock after.
Wrong!
His research was invaluable to the Volunteer Fire Department, and was important in the trial that would happen the next day. It, in fact, was the sole reason the trial ended on any form of desirable terms, a phrase here meaning 'not on fire'.
Wrong!
It is a sad fact that death is a thing almost certain to happen, unless you happen to be a tree in a far off secluded part of the world.
Wrong!
For some people, death would only come for them many years afterwards. A haunting inevitable, for those in the older ages, such as the elders in the village of Fowl Devotees.
Wrong!
Some die younger, such as Jacques, Olivia, and Larry, fighting for a noble cause, or something a wicked one.
Wrong!
Some die in the crossfire of a fight, as both my beloved Beatrice and my enemy Olaf know all too well.
Wrong!
Some die younger still, children, harmed and cursed by the treachery of the world.
Wrong!
I wish I could tell you that no more lives would be claimed that week in the Hotel Denouement.
Wrong!
But that's not how the story goes.
A/N: Apologies for not writing Quigley and Sunny that well, but I don't do well with them. Quigley had very little spotlight in the books and Sunny is just... I don't quite get how to write her. I haven't quite figured her out yet. Trust me, I'll get better.)