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ASoUE REWRITE - Season 1; The Miserable Mill - Part i.ii

⇢ Klaus x Reader⇠

*not my gif*

Morning is an important time of day, because how you begin your morning can often tell you what kind of day you're going to have. If you wake up in a mansion to a butler serving you blueberry pancakes and fresh-squeezed orange juice your day will probably be wonderful. If you wake up in a lumbermill to the sound of metal pots banging together...

"Get up, lumber workers!"

The children and their new companion woke with a start at the harsh sounds of the new foreman banging pots together over the intercoms.

"This is your new foreman, and you've got a new shipment of logs to turn into flat wooden boards."

"What's that horrible noise?" Klaus asked disgruntled, looking at Y/n.

She sleepily rubbed her eyes, an act Klaus found to be rather sweet but he quickly dismissed the thought, embarrassed.

Y/n cringed at the sound. "I'm not entirely sure, but it sounds an awful lot like metal pots banging together." She frowned.

Soon enough, the children fell into line with the other lumber workers as they filed out of the workers dorm. Phil the optimist had joined them, a cheery disposition as always.

"I believe everyone has a good side. But I have to admit, our last foreman was a lot nicer." Phil giggled.

"What happend to your last foreman?" Klaus asked.

Y/n frowned. "I'm not sure,"

"Must have quit in the middle of the night. Happens a lot around here."

"Hurry up. It's log day." Grumbled the voice of the speaker.

Y/n sighed and the Baudelaires seemed to notice her distress at the news.

"What's wrong?" Klaus asked.

"Oh nothing, it's just that log days are particularly frustrating. But don't worry, I'll show you the ropes Baudelaires. I'd be happy to, after all I had to figure it out by myself when I started."

"That hardly seems safe," Violet frowned.

"That's what I always thought."

The four children reached the entrance of the mill and the Baudelaires stared on in worry at the many dangerous devices.

"Now grab a debarked and start debarking. You too, lumber midgets."

"The debarkers are this way," The Baudelaires quickly followed Y/n and fell in line in front of a large dispenser that was labeled debarkers.

When it came her turn, Y/n pulled the long lever on the side of the dispenser and out came a debarker. Klaus was next to grab a debarker, followed by Violet who was holding Sunny. He shared an uneasy look with his sisters before following Y/n.

"Will Sunny be alright?" Y/n asked Klaus in concern, as they made it to their station. "This is very dangerous work for us, not to mention a young baby."

"I hope so, but my sister does have a talent and love of biting things, although I am not sure how long she will be able to manage with bark on a log."

This came as quite a shock to Y/n, as it tends to when one learns that a young infant like Sunny has unusually sharp teeth and habit of biting hard things. Although, she soon saw what Klaus had meant by the time his sisters caught up to them and got to work.

The four children had been hard at work for several painstaking hours. Although, the new friends decided to make casual small talk here and there as they worked, to help pass the time which they all found to be helpful. Y/n was very impressed with Sunny's skill and praised her, much to Sunny's enjoyment. Y/n was already beginning to get a sense of understanding Sunny.

Of course, the day felt as if it had stretched on for weeks, when finally the whistle blew, followed by the new foreman's voice echoing across the mill.

"Lunch breaks, lumber slowpokes."

"I hate log days," muttered Klaus.

"Finally, we get a break," Violet said.

"Ejafeb" Sunny said, meaning 'Even I'm tired of biting things.'

The four children had made there way to the break area, and the Baudelaires had taken a seat. They were confused when they saw their new friend reluctant to sit.

She sighed, grabbing the children's attention.

"I must have forgotten to mention, this lumber mill has quite unfair working conditions," she began.

Before she could finish her sentence, the loud voice of the foreman echoed aloud once more.

"Lunch break. Five minutes."

"Oh, boy! Five whole minutes!" Exclaimed Phil, who was sitting behind the Baudelaires.

He had just passed a box around after taking a piece of gum from the box.

Violet was handed the box of gum and looked at it in disbelief.

"It's gum. This is gum."

"Unfortunately." Replied Y/n, reaching over and grabbing a piece, but discreetly putting it in her pocket for later. "Like I said, the working conditions here are abysmal and illegal, I'm quite sure. But not to worry. I have leftovers."

Y/n discreetly pulled out a very small bag of bread that the Baudelaires smiled at. She quickly slid it back into her pocket, making sure nobody else had seen it.

"Although I would suggest we use this limited time to explore the library if we want to do some research. Are you guys still up for it?" She asked, wanting to make sure the Baudelaires weren't too exhausted.

Violet and Klaus, looked at each other and then back at their new friend with a smile.

"That's a good idea," Violet said.

The three siblings stood up and followed Y/n as she led the way to the main building. When the children were out of sight, Y/n reached into her pocket and unwrapped the four pieces of bread and the spare baby carrots they hadn't seen at the bottom of the bag.

The children hadn't realized how hungry they were until their stomachs growled at the sight.

"I have been sneaking portions of dinner and saving them for lunch. I grabbed some for you three as well. It's not much but I'm afraid it's all I have." She held out the morsel of food and offered it to her new friends as they walked to the building.

"Thank you, Y/n. That's very kind of you," Klaus said, admiring the young girl.

Violet and Klaus took a piece of bread each, and Sunny had opted for some of the carrots. Y/n took a piece of bread as well.

"Yes, thank you very much Y/n. For all your help." Violet added, before taking a bite.

"Fleeb!" Sunny said, which meant, 'Yes, thank you. These carrots are delicious!'

Y/N smiled at the three siblings. "Of course! It's really no trouble."

By now the children had reached the main office building where the Baudelaire's had just been the day before. Y/n put away the remaining food in her pocket, all wrapped up and the children noticed she had quieted her footsteps a bit as she approached the front door. They took note and did the same.

The four walked in and Klaus had shut the door behind them. They slowly walked down the hallway, Y/n in the lead.

"If I can recall, the library should be behind these doors." She said, gesturing to the double doors that stood across from the doors to Sir's office.

She looked at Klaus and Violet and then opened the two sliding doors.

The children got a brief glimpse of the small but cozy-looking library before they heard another pair of sliding doors behind them. They whipped around to find Sir and Charles standing before them.

"Trying to get out of log day, are you?"

"No Sir, we wanted to visit the library on our lunch break." Y/n quickly explained.

Charles perked up from behind Sir. "Oh, what a lovely idea! I told you a library would be good for morale."

Sir remained with a scowl and took a puff of his cigar. "Nonsense. Lunch breaks are for chewing gum, not sneaking off to libraries. That's why you only need five minutes."

"But, Sir--" Charles said.

"You're not gonna cause trouble for this mill, are you? I already heard enough of your complaints young lady," he said, pointing his cigar at Y/n. "What with your constant ungrateful complaints for food at lunch when I provide you with all that gum."

Y/n frowned at his words.

"I took a chance on treating you like grown-ups. Don't make me regret it. Now, get back to work!" Sir barked.

With that, Sir turned around and disappeared back into his office. Charles shot them a sympathetic look.

"You'll have to excuse Sir. He recently cut down on the smoking." He began to subtly back into the office.

Violet took the chance to speak up. "Do you know he feeds the workers gum?"

"And pays us in coupons?" Y/n quickly added, earning shocked looks from the Baudelaires.

Charles began to stutter.

"Yes, well, I-I've tried to discuss that."

"If you guys are partners, you should be able to stand up to him," Violet argued, quickly recovering from shock.

Charles was subtly reaching for the doors, ready to close them. "It's complicated. I know Sir can be prickly, but you have to understand, he had a very terrible childhood." He began slowly closing the doors.

"I understand," Klaus said in an irritated tone, stepping closer. "I'm having a very terrible childhood right now."

By now, Charles was hiding behind the mostly closed doors, his face barely visible.

"Okay." He whispered, uncomfortable, before closing the door for good.

They heard the whistle blow, and the four children sighed, and they all began trudging back to the mill, not wanting to spend another second here.