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Dear reader,

I must caution you about this next chapter. This is the chapter where we continue to explore creepy undertones pertaining to Olaf as a character. If you are not comfortable with reading about predatory behavior, comments ranging from vague to slightly explicit (on the topic of these predatory behaviors), a young girl being restrained, a young girl being threatened, threats to a minor, or vague to slightly specific comments about pedophilia, a creepy fuck stroking a young girl's hair, cheek, and leg... I would suggest skipping specific parts of this chapter. This happens on Violet's part of the chapter.

Please read with caution. If anything becomes too triggering or makes you too uncomfortable I am happy to summarize in vague details (when going over certain parts) so you are still able to follow the story. Please if you can't read this chapter in its entirely, I will be more than happy to explain the events of the chapter in a less descriptive way. _______________________________________________________________ Friendly Reminder:

I, Susan, the author of Misery Loves Company also wants to make it abundantly clear that THE TOPICS/TRIGGERS IN THIS CHAPTER are things I frown upon entirely. I do NOT condone pedophilia at all, whatsoever. And I believe it is NOW in my fic that I will say this: if you ship the disgusting vile mess of a 'ship' that is Violaf...I would prefer if you stop interacting with my page, my story, and any of my works. Just because I put it in my story does not mean I condone it. I am using it as a element to explain why this sort of shit is WRONG.

If we are being abundantly honest, it is these segments that I have the hardest time writing and editing. It is a long, hard process and it never gets easier. No matter how vague the comment Olaf or even Esme make is, it is never easy. It makes my blood boil, my skin crawl and my stomach churn.

I don't feel right saying 'enjoy' because this is a tough pill to swallow.

So read with caution. Let me know if you feel I went too far or if you just want to comment like normal. I am not perfect. I am open to criticism. I just needed to make sure all my readers understand where I stand on the topic of Count Olaf's creepy ass infatuation to Violet.

Read with caution. Love the support you guys have given this fic.

-Susan.

Chapter Fifty-Four:

The One With Dr. Faustus and Anagrams

Klaus Baudelaire glanced in the mirror one last time. It’s now or never. He told himself. He glanced down cautiously. “How you doing in there, Sunshine?”

“Claustro,” she explained, which was her way of saying, “A bit claustrophobic,”

“We can think of another way…” he began but he felt Sunny shake her head.

“I’ll manage,” she replied. “Save Vi,”

He took one more deep breath as he carefully made his way into the hallway. Both siblings heard the cheerful singing of the Volunteers Fighting Disease just down the hallway. “ We sing while walking down the hall and then consult our list, to see the names of anyone who just might have a cyst.” The children could hear Brandon Spats and the other volunteers sing.

“Patient list,” Sunny whispered to her brother.

“You’re right, Sunny,” Klaus whispered back. “The volunteers have a list of all the patients. If Olaf and Esme are still here then they have to be disguising Violet as a patient.”

“Exactly,”

“Maybe we can get Brandon to give us a look at his list,” Klaus said hopefully. Now or never. He told himself again as the volunteers began to walk past him and Sunny. He closed his eyes. Violet would do this for you. He told himself. “Here goes nothing,” he whispered as low as he can so only Sunny can hear him. He straightened his posture but did not turn to face the volunteers. “Uh, you!” he called out in his regular voice. He immediately had to fight the urge to facepalm as he realized that a doctor wouldn’t sound like a teenage boy. “You...you...you,” he repeated out loud doing his best to deepen his voice so that none of the volunteers would recognize him.

“Me, sir?” Brandon asked as he turned around. The volunteers around him all followed suit and stopped singing as they all turned to face Klaus.

“Yes, you,” Klaus said in his deep voice. He was trying his best to give a sort of British accent to his disguise, afraid that artificially deepening his voice wouldn’t be enough. He could barely look Brandon in the eyes. He could feel his heart beating in his chest. He had to fool the volunteers, if he couldn’t fool them then how could he ever fool Olaf or Esme? “I have misplaced my patient list,” Klaus explained, still unable to look anyone in the eyes. “And I was wondering if we could...If I could have yours?”

“My patient list?” Brandon repeated in a saddened tone. He clutched his clipboard to his chest. He looked around to his fellow volunteers who all looked at Klaus as if he had just broken each of their hearts. “But patient lists are precious.”

“Yes,” Klaus replied, focusing his eyes on the patient list. “Precious to you...but vital for me,”

Brandon frowned. “You do have a good point,” he said finally. He looked at several of his volunteers who nodded their heads at him. “No frowny faces, you guys,” he said as he began to hand his clipboard to Klaus. “We can just get another one from…” his eyes narrowed on a figure down the hall behind Klaus. “Oh hello, other doctor,” Brandon said as he gripped tighter to his clipboard. Klaus’ eyes went wide when he heard Brandon call out to another doctor.

Please no. Please no. Klaus thought to himself. Daring to not turn around. It wasn’t until he heard the familiar wheezy voice where Klaus’ heart plummeted to the ground.

“Yes?” the other doctor said from down the hall.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. To make matters worse, Klaus could feel Sunny starting to shake in the little harness that held her to his chest. Klaus wanted to run down the hall and hide but he knew he couldn’t. Maybe I can follow him back to wherever he’s storing Violet? He thought but he knew that was a risky plan. It would do him better if he stayed in front of the group of volunteers that way Olaf would not be able to grab him and Sunny since there were witnesses. Klaus slowly turned around to see Olaf walking down the hall towards him, the vile man’s eyes were narrowed as though he was concentrating on something.

When Klaus had turned around, Olaf had stopped in his tracks. He was now only a few steps away from Klaus. The middle orphan guessed that Olaf was trying to sneak up on him and was caught off guard by Klaus turning around, but he couldn’t be too sure. He hoped that his disguise was fooling Olaf but he had many doubts.

“Perhaps you can help this first doctor I was talking to,” Brandon said cheerfully. Happy that he didn’t have to hand over his patient list after all.

Klaus turned slightly back towards Brandon, not allowing Olaf to have any chance at a sneak attack. “No, no,” Klaus said in his disguised voice. “No need to bother this man.”

Klaus felt a hand on his shoulder as he tensed up. “It’s no bother at all, doctor,” Olaf said in his ridiculous disguise voice. “How may I be of service to you two fine gentlemen?”

The young boy was rendered speechless and was fighting himself internally. Doing his best not to shake, tremble, or even run away from Olaf who held a firm grip on his shoulder. Klaus even tried to hide behind his own hand, hoping that that would create a barrier that would protect his identity from Olaf but alas to no avail.

“He lost his patient list,” Brandon explained after realizing Klaus wasn’t going to speak. “So he can’t find his patients.”

“Is that so?” Olaf asked, his hand gripping Klaus’ shoulder harsher than before. “I know how it feels to misplace something,”

Klaus winced in pain slightly, pushing Olaf’s hand from his shoulder. Klaus could feel Sunny shake full force now which wasn’t helping him at all because he was still fighting every urge to shake. You gotta be strong. Do it for your sisters. He told himself. What would Violet do? Would Violet cower? Would Violet run? No. Violet holds her ground, especially with Olaf.

He slowly turned to face Olaf. It was much more difficult of a task than he had thought. He had to continuously ask himself ‘What would Violet do?’.

“You know, you look very familiar, ” Olaf said, his shiny eyes glaring at the young boy. Olaf was trying to look the boy directly in the eyes but Klaus continued to glance around, never allowing his eyes to continuously gaze at anything for longer than ten seconds. “What is your name, Doctor? ”

“M-my name...is Dr. Faustus,” Klaus choked out after stuttering over his words. He continued to use his deep British accent in hopes of maybe convincing Olaf that he was mistaken. Although, Klaus could tell Olaf could see right through his disguise. He still made sure to not look the villain in his eyes.

Olaf’s eyebrow raised as he held in a laugh. Klaus didn’t understand what Olaf found to be so funny. At least Klaus was able to come up with a name that actually sounded like it was an actual name right on the spot. The best that Olaf could come up with was Dr. Medical-School. If anyone should be laughing, it would be Klaus and Sunny. “Dr. Faustus?”

Klaus slowly nodded and extended a hand towards his worst enemy. “Dr. Colin Faustus MD.”

Olaf glanced down at Klaus’ hand and narrowed his eyes. He gave the young boy a cruel smirk as he gripped his hand, shaking it slowly. He gripped the middle orphan’s hand tightly as he stared directly at him. “You look terribly young to be a doctor. Where did you attend medical school, Doctor... Faustus. ”

“Uh…” Klaus stammered as he realized that Olaf’s handshake was causing him to tremble or maybe it was Sunny already shaking that was causing him to shake. He couldn’t tell anymore. He felt like his legs were going to give out. He was holding in his panic attack. “Ox...Oxf-ford,” he stuttered until he felt a tiny hand crawl up his sleeve and grab at his arm, the closest it could get to his hand. He gave a small smile realizing what Sunny was trying to do. What would Violet do? He asked himself again. As he took a deep breath. “Oxford, obviously,” he said confidently.

Olaf looked towards the boy crossly. “Huh? ‘Oxford’,” the villain snickered. “Sounds made-up,”

The volunteers laughed alongside Olaf as Klaus looked at everyone in disbelief. “It is not,” he whined in his regular voice. Shit. he thought as his eyes widened when he saw Olaf’s grin appear larger. If Olaf wasn’t already completely convinced that the ‘doctor’ standing before him was Klaus Baudelaire, then Klaus had just confirmed it entirely. “I..I mean,” he said resuming his deep British accent, “Dr. Medical School, may I have a peek at your list?”

Olaf smiled. “ Tell you what, ” the man snarled. “Why don’t you follow me back to my otherwise deserted office, and I’ll make you a copy,” before Klaus could decline that offer, he began to roughly poke at Klaus’ chest and stomach as if trying to find exactly where Sunny was at. After Olaf had poked him three times, Klaus could hear a tiny, but fearful whimper as he swatted Olaf’s hand away from his sister. He glared at Olaf, who only smiled back at him. “Looks like you could use the exercise,”

“There’s no time to lose,” Klaus explained in his disguise voice. “I have a patient in need of medicine,”

Olaf merely smirked. “That’s so funny,” he explained, his eyes shining as if he was about ready to tell a joke. “Cause so do I,”

Klaus and Sunny could both feel their hearts shift in their chests. Klaus became speechless.

“Maybe you can assist me with my patient,” Olaf suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. “I mean if you care. ”

“I...I…” Klaus started. “I would love to…”

Olaf grabbed ahold of Klaus’ arm. “Alrighty then, let’s go Dr. Faustus,”

“B-but,”

“But what? ” Olaf hissed glaring from Klaus to the group of volunteers, who he wished would go away so he could easily kidnap the two remaining orphans.

“My patient really needs their medicine,” Klaus explained.

“Well, my patient is in critical condition.” Olaf hissed.

Klaus’ eyes widened. No, she’s not. He wouldn’t harm her...he needs her alive to get her dad’s money. Klaus told himself over and over. “...my patient...desperately needs their medication,” Klaus tried again. “Or else they’ll die,”

Olaf looked ready to murder Klaus, he kept a firm grip on the boy’s arm. “I don’t know, Doctor. I feel like it’d be a lot easier for everyone involved if you were to come with me, right now.” Olaf tried to pull Klaus along but the thirteen-year-old stood in defiance, pulling back. Olaf let out a low growl and a heavy sigh. He leaned in closer to Klaus’ ear. “But Doctor Faustus, my patient is dying to see you,” the vile man hissed loud enough for both Klaus and Sunny to hear but apparently not loud enough where any of the Volunteers Fighting Disease could hear him. Sunny gave another low whimper as Klaus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Do not break down. You are stronger than he is. What would Violet do?

“Dr. Medical-School, my patient is in urgent need of their medicine,” he said again, this time agitated. Olaf looked at him in shock as the young boy roughly shook his arm from the man’s grasp. As he repeated himself, Olaf rolled his eyes as the bookworm spoke. Klaus turned towards the volunteers, “and...you...you wouldn’t want all these witnesses to know you let a patient die on your watch now, would you, Dr. Medical School.” Klaus rolled his eyes at his enemy’s ridiculous disguise name.

Olaf angrily sighed and glared at Klaus, who glared back at him. Olaf’s eye twitched in annoyance as Klaus was pushing down all his fear. It was a quick glare off, but Klaus was doing his very best to show Olaf that right now, he means business. That right now, with Violet down for the count, Klaus was the one that he shouldn’t mess with. It might not have been working to the degree that Klaus was hoping but it was keeping Olaf from downright snatching him and Sunny. Klaus just prayed that Esme wouldn’t show up or anyone else in Olaf’s vile troupe that would serve as back-up.

“You both seem pretty legit, to be honest,” Brandon said cheerfully. “You’re both wearing medical coats.”

Both Klaus and Olaf gave the man a puzzled look but didn’t say anything. “Just a quick glance,” Klaus said to Olaf. He watched as the villain smirked.

“Fine,” he said. “I like a challenge, anyway,” he muttered, shrugging his shoulders. Klaus heard him loud and clear but he was too distracted by wanting to get his hands on the patient list that he didn’t have time to question or imagine what Olaf meant by that. He gave Klaus a taunting smile as he held up his clipboard. Klaus reached out for it as Olaf spun it around quickly still keeping a firm grasp on it. Olaf lowered the clipboard and his hands so Klaus had no way of getting the list. “ There, ” he said slyly towards Klaus. “I saved a life today.”

Klaus was speechless as he stared at Olaf. “B...but...I didn’t…” he said in his regular voice.

“Sorry, you asked for a quick glance,” Olaf explained slyly, with a shrug of his shoulders. Olaf grabbed onto Klaus’ shoulder again, leaning in once more to whisper to the teen boy. “Don’t worry though, I’ll see you real soon,” he whispered as he patted Klaus on the back. The narcissistic man glanced up at the volunteers who were about to start clapping for him. “Please hold your applause,” he said as he gave Klaus a small wave. Klaus watched in disbelief as Olaf began walking away. “I’m just doing my job,” Olaf said as he passed through the group of volunteers, not even glancing back at the disguised children. “I mean, you could applaud a little bit,” he told the volunteers as they clapped and cheered him on. A smile grew on the vicious man’s face.

“But...but...my patient…” Klaus cried out in his disguise voice.

Olaf continued down the hall. “I have to attend to mine, Dr. Faustus,” he called back, still not turning around. “She’s a real...special one.”

“But…” the young boy cried out as Olaf turned the corner.

“The camaraderie at this hospital is really inspiring,” Brandon explained as he turned back to his fellow volunteers. “ Tra la la, fiddle dee dee. Hope you get well soon. Ha ha ha. Hee Hee Hee.” they sang as they walked away, leaving the two Baudelaire orphans alone.

Klaus took the opportunity to breathe heavily, allowing all the fear that he was holding back, finally come up to the surface. He trembled and shook rapidly. “I can’t do anything right,” he muttered to himself. He ran his hand through his hair nervously. He glanced down the empty hallway. He felt tears falling from his face. “I had one job. One fucking job and I failed. Just like always.” Klaus was trying to calm his nerves but he kept hearing Olaf’s warning in his head. “Now...we’ll never get our hands on that list.” he cried

“Wouldn’t say that,” Sunny said from inside Klaus’ medical coat.

Before he could question what his little sister meant, he watched her two tiny arms reach out from the bottom of his medical coat. When he saw what was in Sunny’s hands he didn’t have to ask for further explanation, he gave a small smile as he gently took Olaf’s patient list from Sunny’s hands. “Sunny, you are amazing,” he said happily.

“I know,” Sunny said. “I wish I could see his face,” she started giggling. “When he realizes.”

Just as she said that both children jumped in shock when they heard a loud, angry, inhumane growl from several hallways away followed by the sound of someone throwing a clipboard at a glass window, resulting in the window shattering.

“I think he just realized,” Klaus said laughing a bit.

Sunny burst out laughing. “Honestly, didn’t take as long as I thought,” she said in between her laughs. “I guess he does have a brain.”

The two children’s laughter halted when they heard a very loud, “ That’s it!”

“Shit,” Sunny muttered.

“I think we should hide now,” Klaus suggested.

“Good plan,” she said as she felt Klaus hurriedly walked into a supply closet. Like a church bell, coffin, and a vat of melted chocolate, a supply closet is rarely a comfortable place to hide, and this supply closet was no exception. When Klaus shut the door of the closet behind him, the two Baudelaire orphans found themselves in a small, cramped room lit only by one flickering lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. On one wall was a row of white medical coats hanging from hooks and on the opposite wall was a rusty sink where one could wash one’s hands before examining a patient. The rest of the closest was full of huge cans of alphabet soup for patients’ lunches, and small boxes of rubber bands, which the children could not imagine came in very handy in a hospital. He quickly unbuttoned his disguise to give his sister a chance to stretch her legs and breathe. He slowly untied the harness that held Sunny. Sunny slid down with ease as Klaus took off the fake beard and placed it to the side. “Well, it’s not comfortable, but at least nobody will find us in here.”

“Here’s hoping,” Sunny said as she kept an eye on the door behind her brother.

He began quickly scanning the page, reading off every name as quickly as he could. He flipped over the list with desperation. His hands beginning to tremble. Klaus had quickly noticed that the names were not in alphabetical order, which is the exact reason he began to read every single name on the list. Desperately looking for ‘Violet Snicket’ somewhere on the list. He flipped the page over and started again, believing he accidentally skipped over his sister’s name but as Klaus read the patient list for the third time, he could feel his heart sinking in his stomach. He angrily set the patient list down, half-tempted to rip it to shreds, but deciding against it. “ She’s not here.” he cried as he looked down at Sunny. “Violet’s name is nowhere on this list. How are we going to find her in this huge hospital, if we can’t figure out which ward she’s in?”

“Alias?” Sunny suggested as she glanced at the list. She wasn’t able to read like Klaus could but she knew her sister’s location was somewhere on this list.

“Good thinking,” Klaus replied. “Count Olaf often uses a ridiculous fake name.”

“Medical-School,” Sunny said rolling her eyes.

“Maybe...he made up a new name for Violet, so we couldn’t rescue her. But which person is Violet?” Klaus said.

Sunny shrugged her shoulders.

Klaus looked to Sunny with a frown on his face. “How are we going to figure out which name is hers?” he asked desperately as he was interrupted by the sound of crackly laughter, coming from over the Baudelaires’ heads. The two children nervously looked up and saw the square intercom speaker had been installed on the ceiling. “Attention!” Mattathias called out when he had stopped laughing. “Dr. Flacutono and associates, please report to the administrative office. Dr. Flacutono and associates, please report to the administrative office to prepare for your operation. ”

“Flacutono!” Sunny repeated.

“I recognize that name, too…but not entirely...it’s a little fuzzy,” Klaus explained. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t that the false name Olaf’s henchman used in Paltryville?”

“Yep,” Sunny said frantically. “He said operation. What does he mean by that?”

But Klaus closed his eyes to concentrate, ignoring Sunny’s question.

“Klaus!” Sunny shrieked worriedly, not understanding why her brother had closed his eyes. “Our big sister is in grave danger! We have to find her!”

But again, Klaus didn’t answer his younger sister. He kept his eyes half-closed behind his glasses as they often were when he was trying to remember something that he had read. “Flacutono,” Klaus muttered quietly. “Flac-u-to-no,” His eyes shot open with realization as he frantically reached into his pocket, where he was keeping all the important papers he had gathered since his troubles first began. “Al Funcoot,” he said and took out one of the pages of Duncan’s notebooks. It was the page that had written on it the word ‘anagram’ a phrase that Klaus hadn’t understood until his big sister explained it to him. Boy, was he glad that she did? Klaus looked at the torn note and then at the list of patients as he continued to mutter ‘Flacutono’. Then he finally looked at Sunny, and she could see his eyes grow wide behind his glasses, the way they always did when he had read something very difficult, and understood it at last.

“Brain blast?” Sunny asked smiling.

“Why do you and Violet keep comparing me to Jimmy Neutron?” Klaus laughed as Sunny shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. What matters is I think I know how to find Violet,” Klaus said slowly as he glanced around the small closet. “But I’ll need your teeth, Sunshine.”

“Ready,” Sunny said, opening her mouth.

Klaus smiled and handed Sunny a can of alphabet soup. “Open this can of soup and hurry.”

Sunny took the can of soup from Klaus, looking at him confused. “No time to eat!” she screeched dumbfoundedly glancing at the can angrily. She didn’t understand what Klaus wanted with the soup but she was becoming angry with his refusal to take this seriously.

“We’re not going to eat it,” Klaus said calmly, kneeling down to Sunny’s level. “Look, Sunshine, I know I’m not good at making plans like you and Violet but trust me, please.” He put a gentle hand on his younger sister’s shoulder. “I need one of us to believe in me, and right now, it’s not going to be me. Can you do that for me?” he asked her.

Sunny looked from the can of soup to her brother still utterly confused but when she glanced at her brother’s sad eyes, she could tell that he was desperately pleading with her to give him confidence. The confidence that he needed to save Violet. She gave him a toothy grin as she began using her teeth to open the soup can for him.

“Thank you, Sunny,” Klaus said as she handed him the now opened can. He walked over to the sink and began to pour most of the contents of the can down the drain, making sure to keep all of the alphabet-shaped noodles.

“I’m still very lost,” Sunny admitted.

“Remember what Violet taught us about anagrams?” Klaus asked as he began to frantically search for the letters that make up his sister’s name. Sunny nodded her head. “Well, she was right. It’s not a person’s name. An anagram is when you move the letters around in a word or phrase to make another word or phrase.”

“Uh-huh,” Sunny said nodding her head slowly.

“Here, let me give you an example,” Klaus said. “You know how Mattathias was just calling for a Dr. Flacutono. Well, if we move the letters around in the name ‘Flacutono’, we get…” He lifted Sunny up and held her to his hip as he frantically moved the noodles around to change ‘Flacutono’ to a new word. Once he was done, he turned towards Sunny. “Can you read what that says, Sunshine?”

Sunny gasped as she read the two words that were now made up of the noodle letters. “Count Olaf,” she said angrily.

“Exactly,” Klaus said.

“Still kinda confusing,” Sunny said.

“Don’t worry, it’s confusing for me, too,” Klaus admitted as he sat Sunny down next to the noodles. “That’s why the alphabet soup will come in handy. Olaf uses anagrams when he wants to hide something, and right now, he’s hiding our sister. I bet she’s somewhere on this list, but her name’s been scrambled up. The soup is going to help us unscramble her name.”

Sunny slowly nodded her head.

“See, it’s difficult to figure out anagrams if you can’t move the letters around. Normally, alphabet blocks and lettered tiles would be perfect, but alphabet noodles will do in a pinch.” Klaus sighed. “We may need another can of soup,” he said handing her another can.

Sunny grinned, showing all of her sharp teeth and then swung her head down onto the can of soup. Both siblings remembering the day when she had learned to open cans all by herself. It was not that long ago, although for the two Baudelaires it felt like it was in the very distant past because it was before the Baudelaire mansion burned down when the entire family was happy, alive, and together. It was the Baudelaires’ mother’s birthday and she was sleeping late while Klaus and Sunny had offered to help their father bake a cake. Klaus was beating the eggs, butter, and sugar with a mixer as well as sifting the flour with the cinnamon, pausing every few minutes to wipe his glasses. While their father was making his famous cream cheese frosting, which would be spread thickly on top of the cake. All was going well until the electric can opener broke and their father didn’t have the proper tools to fix it. But he desperately needed to open a can of condensed milk to make his frosting, and for a moment it looked like the cake was going to be ruined. But Sunny, who had been quietly playing on the floor this whole time, looked up at her father and her brother and uttered her second word, “Bite”. Lifting her hand towards her father. Her father glanced down at his daughter and then back at his son, who shrugged his shoulders and said ‘it’s worth a try.’ Bertrand then handed Sunny the can of condensed milk and both male Baudelaires watched in awe as Sunny bit down on the can, poking for small holes so the sweet, thick milk could pour out. The two male Baudelaires looked at one another, smiled, laughed, and applauded. “That’s my girl,” Bertrand had said to Sunny as he lifted her up and held her close as he set the can on the counter. From then on, the family used Sunny whenever they needed to open a can of anything, except for beets which Sunny wasn’t particularly fond of. Now as the youngest Baudelaire bit along the edge of the can of alphabet soup, she wondered if one of her parents had really survived the fire. And she wondered if that someone would be her father. She missed both her parents and would love either one of them back in her life, although if she had a choice, she’d choose both. But Sunny had a slightly closer bond with her father and she missed their poetry hours and the way that he would toss her in the air and catch her. Klaus would never do that for her, he was always afraid he would drop her and her mother would never toss her high enough for Sunny to get the adrenaline rush that she loved so much. Her father would though. He trusted himself as much as Sunny trusted him to catch her each and every time. Sunny wondered if she dared get her hopes up just because of something Jacques Snicket had said on the Snicket file. What if the survivor is neither Baudelaire parent? What if it was Lemony? Sunny pondered if Lemony would adopt her and Klaus. Surely, he would. She told herself. He had helped them out before they had even met Violet. She wondered if Lemony did adopt them if he would toss her in the air like her father or recite poetry to her if she asked. She remembered when she had been tossed by Orwell back at Paltryville and how Lemony had caught her. She felt as though she could trust him. Besides, if Lemony was anything like his daughter, Sunny would trust him with her life in a heartbeat. Sunny glanced up at her brother who was hard at work looking for specific letters to spell their sister’s name that she wondered if the three siblings would ever have another chance to just be happy.

“Klaus…” Sunny said after a minute.

“Yeah, Sunshine…” Klaus replied, not looking up from his work.

She sighed. She wanted to ask him who he thought the survivor was but she decided against it, she decided that maybe she and Klaus can discuss that later when Violet is back in their arms again. She could still feel the cold metal of her sister's locket pressed against her chest and Sunny wanted nothing more to place the locket around Violet's neck, in its rightful place. “Nevermind,” she muttered.

Klaus finally was able to get all of the letters that he needed to spell Violet Snicket. He placed all the letters on top of another can so they could move them around. “Let’s take another look at the list of patients. Mattathias announced an operation so we should check the Surgical Ward section first just to narrow down our search.

Sunny nodded her head as Klaus scanned through the names on the list. “Goddammit!” he yelled slamming his fist on the counter near Sunny. Sunny jumped in shock.

“You okay?”

“Every fucking patient on this list has a name that looks like an anagram! How in the world are we gonna sort through all these names before it’s too late to help Violet?” he asked.

“V?” Sunny said.

“Sunny, you’re a genius. Any name that doesn’t have a ‘V’ in it can’t be an anagram for ‘Violet Snicket’.” Klaus said. “We could cross those off the list...if we had a pen, that is.”

Sunny reached thoughtfully in the pocket of Klaus’ medical coat and thankfully found a ballpoint pen. With a grin, Sunny handed the pen to Klaus, who quickly crossed out the names without Vs. “Okay, four names are left on the list,” Klaus said happily. “Albert K. Devilsenia, Ada O. Uservillet, Kit Litencoves, Ed Valiantsue. This makes it so much easier. Now let’s move around the letters in violet’s name and see if we can spell out ‘Albert K. Devilsenia. First.”

Working carefully to avoid breaking them, Klaus began to move the noodles he and Sunny had taken out of the soup, and soon learned that ‘Albert K. Devilsenia’ and ‘Violet Snicket’ were not anagrams. They weren’t even close. Klaus was able to spell out Violet’s first name but not her last name.

“Albert must be an actual sick person,” Klaus said in disappointment. “Let’s try to spell out Ada O. Uservillet.”

Once again, Klaus hurriedly shifted noodles, a faint and damp sound that made the children think of something slimy emerging from a swamp. It was, however, a far nicer sound than the one that interrupted their anagram decoding.

“Attention! Attention!” Mattathias’ voice sounded particularly snide as it called for attention.

“Oh, what does he want now?” Klaus muttered angrily.

“The Surgical Ward is now closed. Only Dr. Flacutono and his associates will be allowed into the ward until the patient is dead...I mean, until the operation is over. That is all.”

“Velocity!” Sunny screamed.

“I know we have to hurry!” Klaus cried. “I’m moving these noodles as quickly as I can, Sunny! Ada O. Uservillet isn’t right either!” He turned to the list of patients again to see who was next, and accidentally hit the noodles with his elbow, knocking it to the floor with a moist splat! Sunny glanced down as Klaus began to cry. “Can't I do anything right?” he cried as he tried to pick up the noodles that had once spelled out Violet’s name. But as he tried to pick up each noodle, they fell apart in his fingers, which only caused him to cry harder.

“It’s okay,” Sunny said, leaning down a bit to rub the top of Klaus’ head.

“No, it’s not. She’s going to die. She’s going to die because I can’t do anything right,” Klaus muttered. “She’s going to die just like her father and it’s all my fault,”

“We’ll save her,”

Klaus glanced up at his baby sister who was still perched on top of the counter above him. “How? How Sunny?”

“One more name,” she said pointing to the only name Klaus didn’t cross off the list. “It has to be her.”

“Not necessarily,” Klaus explained. “He could have put her in a different ward.”

“We can try it,” Sunny explained handing Klaus the pen and the list.

“Kit Litencoves?” Klaus said aloud. “Doesn’t Violet have an aunt named Kit?”

“I think so,”

“This might be her then,” Klaus said as he hurriedly wrote out his sister’s name on the patient list and then crossed out each letter that her name and the last name of the list shared. In a matter of seconds, the name of their elder sister transformed into Kit Litencoves. “It’s her,” he said happily before jumping to his feet and hugging his younger sister. “Sunny! We found her! Everything’s going to be okay!” he cried happily, a grin of triumph appearing on his face.

Sunny smiled as she returned the hug. “I knew you could do it,” she said slowly.

Klaus looked back at Sunny. “Thanks for believing in me, Sunshine. But I can’t take all the credit. If you didn’t use your teeth to open the soup I would’ve been here forever trying to unscramble these names with my mind.”

“It was nothing,”

“Plus...you didn’t let me give up.”

“Just us.” she reminded her brother.

“Just you, Violet, and me.” Klaus reiterated as he read the room number that Olaf and Esme were holding Violet in. “But let’s not congratulate ourselves entirely just yet. We have a big sister to save. It says that Kit Litencoves is in Room 922 of the Surgical Ward.”

“But Olaf closed that,” Sunny said sadly.

“Then we’ll have to open it,” Klaus said grimly as he began to tie the harness around him once more. “You ready to go back in?” he asked his sister gesturing to the harness.

“If it means saving Vi, yes,” Sunny said as she patiently waited for Klaus to tie the harness around himself and check to see if he had tightened it correctly before standing up on the counter and holding out her arms for her brother to grab her. He placed his sister into their conjoined disguise as he placed the fake beard back upon his face.

As he buttoned his medical coat, Klaus couldn’t help but feel happy. We’re saving her. The three of us are going to be okay. We just gotta get Violet, get the fuck out of here, and find the survivor. He smiled thinking about the survivor, whom he believed to be his mother. He could not wait to be in his mother’s arms again and to maybe even see her murder Olaf and Esme for putting her children through hell. He wondered how angry she’d be at him, though. For letting Olaf kidnap Sunny and ultimately breaking his promise. But maybe she’d be too distracted by meeting her eldest child that she won’t be too mad at him. Klaus sighed as he buttoned up the last button.

“You good, Sunny?” he whispered to her.

“Yep! Let’s go!” she cheered.

Klaus took a deep breath as he opened the supply closet door and walked out into the hallway. He glanced around the hallway determining how to get to Room 922. He was on a mission to save his older sister before it was too late.

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Olaf grinned towards Violet as he watched her struggle against her restraints. She didn’t know what he was planning but it couldn’t be anything good if Esme and his entire troupe were here in the same room.

“What are you going to do to me, you fucks!” Violet screeched. “Klaus and Sunny will find me!”

Olaf rolled his eyes and laughed. “How many times do I have to tell you, they aren’t coming to rescue you. They left you with me to do whatever I please.”

“ You’re lying!” She screamed. “They...they wouldn’t… You have to be lying!” Violet’s tears were flowing down her face as the two white-faced women came into the room pushing in the anesthetic machine.

“We found the anesthesia machine,” one of the white-faced women said happily.

“This makes me see colored bubbles,” the other said as she inhaled more aesthesia.

Violet watched in horror as the woman handed Olaf the mask. “No! No!” Violet cried as she began to struggle harder. “ Klaus! Sunny!” she screamed as loud as she could.

Olaf rolled his eyes again. “She doesn’t listen very well,” Esme muttered. The vile woman turned to Violet gripping her face in her hand, pressing her long fingernails into Violet’s bruised cheeks. “Didn’t you hear my boyfriend? They. Left. You.” She said simply, enunciating every word.

“ No! They wouldn’t! They’re my siblings!” Violet cried desperately. “ They wouldn’t leave me! They know what you would do!”

Olaf smirked as Esme cackled viciously. “That’s what makes this even better…” Esme began.

Olaf pushed Esme’s hand away from Violet’s face so he can get up close and personal to her once more. “ You’re right. He does know. He knows just how evil I can be...and he left you.” The vile man hissed. “He left you just Like Beatrice...because face it, deary, to the Baudelaires...you are nothing. ” he stroked her cheek as he spoke, causing her to cry more. “So tell me, Violet, was sacrificing yourself from them truly worth it?”

“I’ve said it once...I’ll say it again, I’m finishing the job my father was unable to!” she screamed, spitting on the vile man once more. She quickly turned her head and spit towards Esme, who began to panic and scream. He growled as he wiped his face handing the towel to Esme, who was still screaming. Then both villians turned to the young girl and took turns slapping her with all their might. Olaf slapped her and her head jolted to the left and then Esme slapped her causing her head to jolt to the right.

He took a deep breath. “We are going to fix that delinquent behavior once and for all.”

“ Surgically,” Esme said smiling as she turned on the anesthetic machine. Violet continued to struggle, ignoring the pain she felt in her cheeks from where Olaf and Esme had slapped her. She knew the effort was fruitless, she was so helplessly outnumbered. She began to shake her head this way and that. She was desperate. She was frantic. She didn’t understand Olaf’s plan at all. But she knew that she had to fight. She looked upwards at Olaf’s henchpeople, looking more towards the Hook-Handed Man who had purposely stayed with her whenever Olaf was trying to be alone with the kidnapped girl. She still wondered why he looked vaguely familiar to her as if she had seen him before. She looked up at the troupe with pleading eyes as Olaf grabbed her cheeks once more.

“Don’t you know how to be a good girl?” he asked her, his tone sending chills down her spine and making her entirely uncomfortable. “Don’t you wanna behave? If you cooperate I’ll be extra nice to those pesky younger orphans when I find them. I won’t skin them alive if you stop struggling.”

Violet whined when Olaf squeezed her cheeks roughly. He leaned in uncomfortably close to her. “Do we have a deal?” He asked.

Violet whined again. Unable to answer with him grabbing her face like he was. He slowly released his grip on her. Tears fell from her eyes. “ You have me…” she whimpered, her eyes pleading with him and Esme as her arms and legs gave out and stopped struggling from the exhaustion. “... you don’t need them.”

“Such a noble girl,” Olaf said caressing her bruised cheek. “Always putting those brats before yourself just like your dear father.”

“Leave him out of this…” Violet cried meekly.

“I still wonder if the bookworm would have done the same,” Olaf mused.

“Oh, puh-lease. Have you met that sniveling little coward?” Esme mocked. “He would've sold her out in a snap!” she laughed, snapping her fingers in Violet’s face for emphasis.

“ Maybe it would take some convincing,” Olaf argued before beginning to laugh. He glanced down at his captive, who was now crying. “ Only because you would’ve had Sunny.”

Olaf grabbed the mask once more and Esme grabbed Violet’s face. “ No! No! I don’t...I don’t want to die...please!” Violet cried. She desperately tried to move her tired and restrained limbs but it was no use. She tried to move her head rapidly, to loosen Esme’s grasp. But that, too,was no use. Esme held her face roughly and in place as Olaf began to place the mask over her face.

“Oh, you won’t die,” Olaf replied.

“We’ll see,” Esme whispered, smiling viciously at Violet.

“See, we’re only going to pretend to kill you,” Olaf explained. “And when you wake up, we’ll see who was right. If you wake up, alone, well we’ll know that I was right when I told you that the Baudelaires don’t give a damn about you.” He cooed mockingly, wiping tears from her eyes. “And if you wake up to two beaten, bloodied, broken, but barely still alive orphans with you then we’ll know that you were right.”

Violet’s eyes widened when he had described what condition she might find her siblings in. “ No! Please! I’ll do whatever you want just leave them alone!” she cried, her voice wracked with desperation.

The villains merely laughed at her as they worked together to put the mask on her face. “Hold still, now, Violet,” Esme ordered.

“ What...what’s going to happen to me? ” she cried worriedly. Scanning the room for a decent human being. She tried to scratch at her wrist restraints but her hands didn’t reach far enough. Violet began screaming for help.

“Scream all you want, darling,” Esme mocked. “ No one is coming to save you.”

Finally, Olaf and Esme got the mask on Violet. The young girl tried to shake her head hard enough to get the mask to move. But Esme covered the mask with her hand, pushing down onto the girl’s mouth.

Violet continued to struggle although her body seemed to weigh more but her mind seemed to focus less. Violet tried her best to hold her breath and not inhale the anesthesia, but it was no use. She’s slowly becoming weaker and weaker due to the effects of the anesthetic. “He’ll save me! She’ll kill you!” she tried to yell but her screams were muffled. Violet was fighting the urge to close her eyes. Her eyelids were becoming extremely heavy. Her mind was slowly fading into fog. “They’ll…” she whimpered as her eyes began to squint. “He’ll...save me….she...she’ll...kill you…” she whimpered again as her head was becoming to foggy to stay awake and she was slowly slipping into unconsciousness.

“Shhhhh,” Olaf cooed, placing a hand on her cheek. “We’ve been through this...they left...no one’s coming to get you.”

“They’ll...Klaus...and Sun-Sunny….will…” she began as her eyes became too heavy to keep open at all. Esme relieved the pressure of the mask on the girl’s face. Violet slowly shook her head.

“Shhhh,” Olaf cooed, “It’ll all be over soon.”

“They’ll…” she cried again, tears were beginning to fall down her face once more. “... Dad...help...me...like...you….helped...them!” she tried to scream, but her voice was weak. Her voice was desperate and frantic. She shook her head sharply to the right. “... Dad...I’m sorry...please save….save me...Mr….Mr...Lemons….” she cried as she shook her head sharply to the left. She was trying to push the mask off of her head but to no avail.

“Shhhhh. Count backward from ten,” Olaf instructed.

“ L-lemon...man...I...I...can’t do...I can’t….do this...with...without...you,” she cried.as loud as she could with the mask affecting her and her fighting the anesthetic.

Both vile villains looked at one another confused and then back at Violet, who continued begging for her dad to save her. They weren’t aware of the fact that Jacques Snicket had suspected there was a survivor of a fire and Violet’s mind was too foggy to care about whether or not she was giving them this information or not. She turned her head towards the hospital door, she stretched her fingers out as far as she could as if she were reaching for her father.

“... Dad...your lit-little...girl...she...needs...you.” she pleaded. “ Don’t...please...don’t let….them kill me.”

“Your father is dead,” Olaf reminded her after his fit of laughter.

“And soon you will be, too,” Esme whispered bitterly, smirking at the young girl.

“ Dad...I don’t….I don’t...hate you,” she cried. “... save me…”

“He can’t save you, I burned him to a crisp remember?” Olaf asked continuing to laugh.

“ No!” she cried, her eyes rolling in her head. Her cries were no longer loud, but they were all the more desperate and emotional. “H-he...he’s going...to find...you...and kill...you,”

Olaf burst out laughing.

“ Lemon man!” she cried as loud as she could. “ Mr. Lemons!”

“Darling, absolutely no one is coming to save you,” Esme hissed as she waved her hand at Violet.

“ Dad...I need you…” she whimpered as she felt her fingertips go numb. Her wrist fell limp at the edge of the gurney and a few seconds later, her eyes shut completely. The last thing she could remember was the wicked laughter of Esme Squalor and the feel of Olaf’s hand stroking her cheek once more.

Olaf glanced towards his troupe. “Get the girl to the operating theatre. Get it prepared for our special guest,” he ordered as the henchperson of Indeterminate Gender began to roll Violet’s gurney out of Room 922. The White-Faced Women followed along pushing the anesthetic machine. Olaf looked to the Hook-Handed Man and the Bald Man. “You two, make sure that operating theatre is equipped with the scariest and sharpest medical tools you can find. And don’t let any unauthorized personnel on that stage!”

Esme folded her arms. “And what can I do?”

Olaf smirked. “You...can do what you do best,” he replied. “You’re going to capture the two remaining orphans and bring them to me,”

Esme rolled her eyes. “ Finally!” she screeched. “I can get my hands on my sugar bowl.”

“Just...get them to the operating theater and then we’ll get your damn sugar bowl,” Olaf explained.

Esme huffed angrily as Olaf walked away. She glared down the hall, a smirk slowly appearing down her face as she began to devise a plan of her own.

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Dear reader, Do not be fooled by the title of the chapter.

I must caution you about this next chapter. This is the chapter where we begin to explore creepy undertones pertaining to Olaf as a character. If you are not comfortable with reading about predatory behavior, comments ranging from vague to slightly explicit (on the topic of these predatory behaviors), a young girl being restrained, physical violence against a minor, threats to a minor, or vague to slightly specific comments about pedophilia, I would suggest skipping the first part of this chapter. Although the second part does show a character a low point and this character does endure a panic attack due to his constant distraught thoughts. Please read with caution. If anything becomes too triggering or makes you too uncomfortable I am happy to summarize in vague details (when going over certain parts) so you are still able to follow the story.

Author’s Note:

Again, if you can't get through the first segment of this chapter or any segments in future chapters. Please let me know and I will relay what happens without the triggering details.

I don't feel right saying 'enjoy' because this is a tough pill to swallow.

Read with caution. Love the support you guys have given this fic.

-Susan.

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Chapter Forty-Eight:

The One With Sunny Giving Klaus a Pep-talk

“Good job,” Olaf said as he held Violet in a headlock. Violet tried her best to fight against the grown man. But it was no use. Violet tried smacking his arm hoping he’d let her go but he tightened his grip on her as he looked around, frowning at Esme’s empty arms. “Wait...where are the other brats?” he growled disappointed.

Esme shrugged her shoulders. “I got you the Snicket bitch. Jesus, are you ever satisfied?” Esme huffed visibly annoyed that she caught Violet. Esme smiled wickedly as she removed her stiletto shoe from underneath Violet’s chin. “You owe me new shoes,” she said to Olaf, who merely rolled his eyes as he tried to get a firm grasp on Violet. He currently had one hand around her mouth to keep her screams from being heard. Luckily for Violet, he had been wearing a pair of black medical gloves, she tried to wrangle and maneuver his hand to where she could bite him, but it seemed like he knew what she was doing because he was viciously fighting against her.

“Be a good pet and hold still, dammit,” Olaf hissed into Violet’s ear as the young girl continued to struggle. He was grinning from ear to ear at the ‘little gift’ Esme had caught for him. He looked down at a struggling Violet who looked back at him with daggers. This made him chuckle a bit. Did she think she was scary? Did she think that looking up at him with those innocent blue eyes was going to make him show her any mercy? He smiled down at the struggling young girl. She’s been as much of a pain in the ass as her father. But...soon that will change. He tried to hide his excitement from Esme. How amazing it was that she got him his favorite little orphan.

Violet continued to struggle, trying desperately to get Olaf to let her go. She started to laugh once she got to a certain point of desperation. She wasn’t entirely sure where her will to laugh was coming from because a large part of her wanted to break down and cry but she refused to show this fucker and bitch any weakness. Was this the opposite of a panic attack? She pondered as she tried to stomp on Olaf’s toes.

Ignoring his excitement of having Violet as his captive, he was still annoyed that the blasted bookworm and biting brat have escaped his clutches again but...Olaf was planning to make Violet pay for that. Olaf sighed angrily as he briefly released his grip on Violet. Before Violet had any time to react, Olaf had gripped her shoulders and whipped her around to where the young girl now faced him. He gripped her hair tightly, turning her head towards him, forcing her to look him directly in his shiny eyes. He leaned in close to her, in hopes of scaring her. But the girl continued to laugh unfaltered after briefly yelping in pain. “ I’m only going to ask you once,” he hissed as he looks directly in her eyes. Violet tried to turn away but he held her gaze. “ Where are the Baudelaires?”

For a brief moment, Violet continued to laugh until Olaf pushed her head away from his face. He looked to Esme annoyed. “Esme, can you take care of her for me, dearest?” he asked as he gripped Violet’s hair tighter.

Esme smiled as she dropped her stiletto shoe, allowing it to bounce on the floor. She walked over to Violet, smirked and then slapped the young girl’s face as hard as she could. Violet’s head swung violently to the left.

“ You fucking bitch,” Violet hissed through gritted teeth, holding back tears. She bit her lip, not allowing herself to yelp or cry out.

Olaf pulled her face back towards his roughly. “Glad to see you’re done laughing,” Olaf said smiling. “ Now where are the blasted Baudelaires?” he hissed.

“They got out!” Violet yelled back, doing her best to not look fearful. “You’ll never get to them! You lose! You hear me? You fucking lost this sick game of yours! I told you I wouldn’t let you hurt them again! And I always keep my promises, you pathetic piece of dog shit!” She yelled.

He merely cocked his head to the side, smirking at her. His smirk sent shivers down her spine.

“Oh, on the contrary, Violet, dear,” Olaf hissed stroking the cheek Esme had slapped with his free hand. Violet tensed up under his touch. She looked to Esme, who was glaring towards Olaf with a face of pure annoyance. “I believe I’ve won!” he twirled his fingers in her head, lacing a lot of her hair around his fingers as he jerked her head roughly. Causing her to groan and wince in pain. He slowly relieved his grip from her hair, she took a small breath before he strengthened his hold once more, yanking her hair to bring her face even closer to his. Her breathing halted as she bit her lip trying to hide the fact that she was in pain. Her face cringed up from both the putrid smell that Olaf was radiating and the fact that she was uncomfortably too close to Olaf. He stared at her once more, in silence, before a smirk grew on his hideous face. “You see, I have Lemony’s little princess right where I want her.”

With the mention of her father’s name, Violet’s eyes widened instinctively. “Keep my father’s name out of your fucking mouth,” she hissed as Esme rolled a gurney into the antechamber of the Library of Records.

Esme placed her stiletto heel under Violet’s chin once more. “ If you know what’s good for you, you’d cooperate,” she hissed as she and Olaf placed a struggling Violet onto the gurney. Violet kicked and swang her arms haphazardly trying to get a good swing or two on her captors. But they were able to subdue her. Esme held her wrists down, viciously stabbing her stiletto-sharp nails into Violet’s wrists. Violet bit her lip, trying to hide her discomfort as Olaf tied her wrists to the sides of the gurney with two familiar objects.

“You fucking ass!” Violet hissed when she recognized her own hair ribbons being used against her. She swung her feet desperately trying to kick the back of Olaf’s head. How dare he steal her backpack, go through its contents, and now use her own ribbons against her. Her own hair ribbons. The audacity! She thought as she struggled against her wrist restraints.

“Your ribbons are actually very useful,” Olaf commented. “Wanna know what else from your backpack is going to be very useful soon?”

Violet’s eyes widened knowing exactly what Olaf was hinting at. He was threatening her brother. “You won’t touch them!” Violet hissed, struggling harsher.

“This brat has a lot of fight in her,” Esme commented as she began to push the gurney down the halls of the hospital. Violet looked up at her captors, glaring at them both.

“Way more than the Quagmire twins or either Baudelaire,” Olaf agreed, smirking towards Violet. “But we’ll just have to fix that, now won’t we?”

“They’re fucking triplets!” Violet hissed.

Both Esme and Olaf rolled their eyes as they turned a corner. Violet continued to pull at her wrist restraints, hoping to tear her ribbons. She looked up at Olaf and Esme who looked down at her with cruel, vicious smiles.

“My diagnosis is you’ve been captured,” Olaf joked.

“In my medical opinion,” Esme said with a scowl, “it all has to go.”

“You’re not real doctors!” Violet cried desperately. “You’ll never get away with this!”

Violet continued to struggle and argue as Esme slapped a piece of tape on her mouth making Olaf smile down at Violet once more. It was like Violet was a wrapped birthday gift. A toy...that he can play with...a toy that he can break. A toy that he will break.

As he looked down at her, he could see both Beatrice and Lemony within her. He wanted to break her like they broke him. He wanted her to suffer like he’s been suffering all these years while Lemony, Beatrice, and Bertrand were happily raising children and living their lives as if nothing had happened. And why wouldn’t they be able to move on so easily? They weren’t the ones who had been betrayed and abandoned. Olaf sighed angrily, causing Violet to glance up at him with curiosity. He gave her a cold, dark smirk. These children will pay for the sins of their parents. All three of them. Starting with Little Miss Snicket. He thought as he stared at her. Killing Lemony wasn’t enough. He wanted those fortunes and he wanted all three of those brats to suffer. He will obliterate both the Snicket and Baudelaire lines once and for all.

He looked down again as he and Esme continued to push Violet’s gurney through the halls of the hospital. She twisted her head left and right, her eyes becoming desperate with each passing second. Olaf couldn’t tell if she was trying to get the attention of a passerby or hospital staff or if she were looking for those two other bratty orphans.

If the bookworm was as smart as he thought he was. He would take that baby sister of his and get the fuck out. Leave little Violet behind. Olaf thought as he smiled in a Grinch-like smile as an idea formed in his head. They’re a nuisance...when united...but separated...they won’t stand a chance! He thought wickedly.

He doubted that Violet was going to get out of this one but he had an idea that might help him in the future if she does somehow escape.

Violet looked up at Olaf’s eyes but this time he could see that behind the cold demeanor...was a scared little girl...she tried her best to glare but he can see the fear behind her eyes. This made him smile again. Maybe we can work out a deal… he thought as he begins to tie in both of his ideas.

As he and Esme pushed the gurney into a vacant room, Violet looked around frantically for someone to help her. But as she heard Esme close the door behind them, her heart sank in her chest.

“We’ll store her here for now,” Olaf explained.

“Whatever,” Esme said uninterested. She wanted to get back to looking for the two other orphans whom she believed had her sugar bowl in their possession.

Olaf walked over to where Violet was still struggling. Her legs were kicking wildly, she was wincing in pain as she pulled at her hair ribbons that were tied tightly around her wrists. She shook her head desperately. Olaf looked down at her once more. “I hope they were worth all of this…” he hissed in a tone that sent chills down even Esme’s spine.

Violet continued to struggle trying to say something but she couldn’t since Esme had taped her mouth shut. So she continued to merely glare at Olaf.

Olaf leaned down closely to Violet’s face to the point where she could once again smell his rancid breath. “You should’ve learned from your dear father…” he taunted. “When you fuck up my schemes...you feel my... fire.” He said using an exaggerated tone to emphasize the word ‘fire’, causing Violet to struggle even harder. She was desperately wanting to punch him, but she couldn’t. “But don’t worry...my sweet...precious...little...Violet,” he began as he stroked her cheek. She tried to move her face away from his hand but she was unsuccessful. “I know how to handle delinquent little orphans, just ask the bookworm.” He said laughing as he turned away and began to walk out of the room with Esme. “But for you, my sweet, your punishment will be vastly fucking different than the bookworm’s...that’s for sure,” He called to her as he closed the hospital room door and turned to the Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender. “Do not let any unauthorized personnel into that room. Do you understand me?!” He barked at his henchperson, who nodded immediately going back to reading their book.

Olaf began to head back towards Babs’ office when Esme finally spoke up. “What did you mean by ‘but your punishment will be vastly fucking different than the bookworm’s?’ “ Esme asked glaring at Olaf.

“Don’t worry about it,” Olaf replied nonchalantly. “Let’s go find the other two brats before they find your precious sugar bowl,” he replied immediately changing the subject to one he knows she’ll never shut up about.

“Those mini coke snatching bitches better not touch my damn sugar bowl,” Esme hissed. “Or I’ll tear them limb from limb with my bare fucking hands!”

“Atta girl,” Olaf said snickering to himself. “One down...two to go.”

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No matter how hard the two Baudelaire orphans tried, they could not fall asleep. Not only was it too cold and too scary, but they were also far too worried about their older sister to get even a blink of sleep. Klaus and Sunny huddled in a corner of the unfinished half of the hospital watching the sun slowly rise. Finally, Sunny was the first child to sit up, giving up on getting any sleep. Klaus continued to lay down, shivering in the breeze. He didn’t dare look at Sunny.

“Come on,” Sunny called out shaking her brother. “Gotta get Violet back!”

Klaus didn’t respond to his younger sister. He just tapped his fingers on the Snicket file nervously. He wasn’t looking towards Sunny either, he was looking up at the sky. Sunny could tell that his breathing was becoming odd and harsh.

“I’m tired, too,” Sunny admitted as she shook her brother harder. “But...save Vi.”

Once more, Klaus didn’t respond to her. His breathing shallowed, becoming harsher. “Do...do you think it’s true?” he asked her younger sister.

“Yes, save Vi!” Sunny cried desperately.

“No, I mean do you think...one of our parents survived the fire?” he asked, his voice breaking.

“I don’t know!” Sunny cried looking her brother in the eye. “Talk later,”

It is difficult to describe how Klaus and Sunny felt, hiding in the unfinished wing of the hospital, desperately waiting for Violet to make a miraculous escape. The phrase ‘having butterflies in one’s stomach’ would perfectly describe the troubling sensation the two younger orphans were feeling in their cores. Having butterflies in one’s stomach is not a pleasant feeling, but it is the best way to describe how the two Baudelaires felt when they left their sister with Count Olaf and Esme Squalor and perils unknown.

Sunny grabbed her brother’s shirt and shook it as hard as a toddler could shake a thirteen-year-old boy, but Klaus seemed mainly unphased by Sunny. “I can’t do this…” he whimpered, still not looking his younger sister in the eye.

“Huh?” Sunny asked confused as Klaus erupted into loud sobs.

“I can’t do this…” he cried trying to wrap his arms around himself as his body began to shake.

“Can’t what?” Sunny asked.

“I can’t do this …” he repeated, furiously shaking his head.

“No comprende.”

He smacked his fist on the edge of the wooden blank angrily. “I can’t do this! Don’t you get it Sunny! Violet is as good as gone! We’re as good as dead!” he cried frantically. “The only reason that we are alive today is because of Violet and Lemony!”

Sunny looked at her brother in disbelief. She opened her mouth to argue but when she thought about it, he was right.

“Get up,” she pleaded. She knew her brother was right but she knew it’d be wrong to leave Violet to save herself.

To Sunny’s surprise, Klaus jumped up, still shaking and sobbing. He began to pace back and forth. He looked towards the sun for a moment, contemplating his next move. “We have to go,” he said.

“What?” Sunny asked in disbelief.

“J-just because I can’t do it...doesn’t mean someone else can’t,” he reasoned. Chuckling to himself. He slid his hand in his hair. “W-we’ll just hotwire a car...you...you can drive…” he said pacing back and forth frantically. Sunny watched worriedly as Klaus wasn’t paying attention to where his feet were traveling. She cringed each time he got close to the edge of one of the beams that the children were hiding out on.

“No,” Sunny said shaking her head. “We stay,”

“No...no...this...this plan is a good plan.”

“No,”

“ Sunny! I can’t do this!” he cried desperately. “I’m not Violet...I’m not half as good as Violet!”

“No contest,”

“I’m...not saying it’s a contest, Sunny!” Klaus cried.

“Not leaving,” Sunny said putting her foot down.

“She’ll…” Klaus cringed as he spoke. His breathing harsh and shallow as he imagined what could be happening to Violet. “S-she’ll...she’ll...be fine.” he lied. Sunny wasn’t sure who he thought he was fooling with that bullshit statement. Her or himself. “He won’t kill her.” he reasoned. Deciding to change his initial statement to one that he was nearly confident in.

Sunny just stared at him in utter disbelief. She knew that he knew his suggestion was a terrible one and she knew deep down he knew what the two siblings had to do. Klaus continued to pace as he shook. “I...I can’t,” he cried. Klaus wrapped his arms around himself. Sunny couldn’t tell if he was hugging himself or trying to shield his chest. She sighed.

“We’ll go get the authorities,” Klaus reasoned.

“On the lam,” Sunny explained.

Klaus stomped his foot on the ground. “Look, we’ll find someone. He won’t kill her…” Klaus said as Sunny just shook her head at him, folding her arms across her chest defiantly.

“ Sunny!” Klaus pleaded. “He...he wouldn't kill her,” He repeated confidently. “He needs her alive to get her fortune.” he reasoned his voice breaking.

Sunny simply glared at him. “ Klaus!”

“He won’t kill her!” Klaus reiterated. His voice breaking with his desperation. Deep down Klaus knew he was right that Olaf wouldn’t kill Violet, but he also knew what Olaf could...and would do to Violet if given the opportunity. He could do other severely terrible things to Violet. Things that made Klaus shake harder as he thought about them. Things he didn’t want to imagine. Things he couldn’t tell Sunny because she was still so young. He shuddered violently. “He...he...Esme wouldn’t let him...She...She…” he burst out crying, falling to his knees. Sunny rushed over to her mess of a brother, grabbing his glasses off his face, holding them for him as he rubbed the tears from his eyes. “ Sunny…” he cried meekly, barely even looking at Sunny. “I’m sorry...I can’t do this…I don’t wanna leave her...but there’s nothing I can do for her.”

“Klaus…”

“I can’t…” he reiterated. “I’m not the oldest. I’ve never been the oldest! If I was the true eldest Baudelaire, you and I would be dead! ” Sunny shuddered as her brother said it. Sunny wanted to argue Klaus’ point but Sunny could not find any evidence to disprove her brother’s theory that the two younger orphans are only alive because of Violet and her father, Lemony. So she sighed as she wrapped her arms around her brother.

Klaus sniffled and wiped his eyes once more. He looked down at Sunny, who looked up at him offering a toothy smile. Klaus put a hand on Sunny’s cheek. “I couldn’t even protect you, Sunshine,” he said as he began to cry harder. “He got you. I let him get you.”

“Not your fault,” Sunny explained.

“What makes you think I can save Violet? ” Klaus asked.

“You got this,” Sunny argued, not really giving Klaus a reason why she believed this which didn’t help her case.

“No...no...no I don’t!” he panicked. “She’s a goner! She’s...I...I...can’t do this!” He shuddered again. His mind imagining what Hell Violet could already be going through. He knew deep down that he couldn’t leave Violet...even if he wanted to, which he honestly didn’t. Even if it seemed like the smarter thing to do. Even if it was the safer thing to do. Even if he knew he couldn’t rescue her, he had to at least try. Even if Violet sacrificed herself wanting for Klaus and Sunny to run and never turn back. The two Baudelaires could never leave her with Olaf. If it weren’t for Esme knocking a heavy filing cabinet in their way, they would have exited the mail chute and joined Violet back in the Library of Records. He continued to cry, sobbing into his hands as he disentangled himself from Sunny. Klaus backed himself against a wall and started crying into his knees. Sunny walked over to where her brother had retreated and placed a hand on his head.

“Ohana,” she said as Klaus slowly looked up at her. Sunny wrapped her arms around her brother once more. “Ohana means family…” she said slowly. “And family means…?”

Klaus looked up at his sister as she smiled at him knowing damn well that he knew how to finish the quote. “Nobody gets left behind…” both Baudelaire siblings said simultaneously. “Or forgotten.”

Klaus sighed as his body started to shake slower than it had been. “You’re right, Sunny.” Klaus agreed as Sunny wiped his tears from his face.

“You are the best big brother I could ask for,” she said slowly. She put her index finger up to Klaus, indicating for him to give her a second. She strained her face as she searched her mind for the right words. She gave her brother a small smile. “You have missteps. Violet has them, too.” the toddler explained to her thirteen-year-old brother. She lifted her index finger again indicating to her brother that she isn’t done speaking just yet and he is to wait his turn. “But I love you both and believe in you both,”

Klaus smiled at his younger sister as he watched her articulate her thoughts. “Sunny, you talk so well…” he said in awe.

“Thanks to you,” she replied. “You may not be tough or brave like Violet,” Sunny explained as Klaus frowned. “But you are just as smart and strong,”

He scoffed. “I’m not strong, Sunny.”

Sunny placed her tiny hand on Klaus’ chest, frowning at her brother. “You are strong,” she explained as she averted her eyes from his face to his chest, cringing a bit as she remembered what Olaf had told her.

He followed her gaze, he opened his mouth but no words came out. He looked down at where she had placed her hand. He gasped as a wave of realization crashed over him. “Do...do you know…?” he asked, his eyes widened with a mix of embarrassment, shock, and anger.

Sunny nodded her head slowly. “He told me…” she admitted. “And I am sorry,”

Klaus shook his head. “Sunny, it’s not your fault.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Either way,” she said. “You got cut trying to save me,” she said cringing. “I got taken saving you…” Sunny paused. Klaus chuckled softly when she placed her index finger in the air once more telling him that she isn’t finished talking just yet. “Violet got snatched saving us…” she took a deep breath. “Now we have to save our sister.”

Klaus took his glasses from Sunny’s hand, smiling at his toddler sister. “You know,” he said as he stood up. He felt a little shaky and uneven but he knew it was the massive pit of butterflies in his stomach. “I hate when you’re right,”

Sunny giggled. “Get used to it, bro,” she said in her snarky tone.

Klaus smiled down at his little sister. His heart hurting because she is so much bigger and more grown-up than she had been that day at the beach. He remembered when she relied on him for everything but as he looked at her now, he was proud of the young toddler that stood before him. Even through everything they had been through. Living with Olaf, Monty’s murder, a hurricane, him being hypnotized, she had been strong enough to work at a lumbermill and as a secretary at their private school. She had endured two weeks running laps and then endured being Olaf’s kidnap victim. He didn’t know exactly what happened to her throughout that time but he could only imagine the Hell that his sister and the Quagmires had endured. But as he stared at his baby sister, he could see that these events in her vastly short life have affected her in both good and bad ways. Klaus could tell that these events made her stronger. She was resilient like Violet and their mother. He and Sunny walked together to the singular wooden that led from the hospital to the unfinished half. He took a deep breath as he picked up Sunny, holding her close. “You know,” he said as Sunny wrapped an arm around Klaus’ neck. “Violet isn’t the only one who reminds me of Mom,” he told her as he watched the toddler smile as she hugged their sister’s locket that remained safely around her neck for safekeeping just like her big sister had asked.

“Thank you,” she replied. “You remind me of Dad.”

Klaus gripped Sunny tighter as he began to balance himself and her on the wooden beam. “Do you think whoever survived the fire is looking for us?” he asked trying to find a way to distract himself and keep himself from looking down.

Sunny slowly shrugged her shoulders hoping to not cause her brother to become unbalanced. “We’ll worry about that after we save Violet,”

“Right,” Klaus said.

As Klaus crossed the beam in silence, all of his negative thoughts were fighting to reside in the forefront of his mind. You’re a failure. You’re nothing like Violet or your mother. You can’t save your hero. His mind repeated. Flashes of the horrible things Olaf has done to him haunted his mind as well. There were even flashes of what he imagined could be happening to Violet right now. Or what is going to happen to Sunny once the two siblings are caught? You’re only putting Sunny in danger. The voices in his head warned him as he successfully made it to the finished half of the hospital. He glanced at Sunny, making sure she didn’t catch his quick glance. The butterflies in his stomach were flying rapidly, without hesitation as he thought about how he was literally walking into a hospital that had been taken over by his worst nightmare. Klaus thought of all the sharp, scary tools and instruments that doctors and nurses used on a daily. He began to shake once more as he pondered which ones Olaf would use on him. The doubts that Sunny had fought off were slowly inching their way back to Klaus’ mind. Sunny felt herself shake in her brother’s grasp as they officially reentered the hospital.

I believe it is my duty to inform you that Heimlich Hospital is gone now, and will probably never be rebuilt, although many can argue that it was never entirely built to begin with. If you want to visit it, you have to convince a farmer to let you borrow his mule, for nobody in the surrounding area is willing to go within twelve miles of its wreckage, and once you arrived you can hardly blame them. The few scraps of building that have survived are covered with a thick and prickly type of ivy called kudzu, which makes it difficult to see what the hospital looked like when the three children had first arrived in the VFD van. The confusing maps have been gnawed off the walls of the sagging staircases, so it is very hard to imagine how troublesome it was to find one’s way through all the areas of the building. And the intercom system has long since crumbled away, with only a handful of square speakers left sitting among the ashen rubble, so it is impossible to imagine just how nerving it was when Klaus and Sunny had the misfortune to hear the latest announcement from Dr. Mattathias Medical School.

What made matters worse and did not help Klaus’ anxiety or fear about the whole situation was the fact that the second that the Baudelaires had reentered the hospital, Olaf had started his announcement. Causing the middle orphan to begin a new full-out panic attack.

“Attention!” Mattathias announced. “Attention! Attention! This is Dr. Mattathias Medical-School, Head of Human Resources and Hospital Administration. I have nothing to do with party planning. I am canceling the remainder of the hospital inspections. We have found what we were looking for,” There was a pause as Mattathias moved away from the microphone, and as Klaus and Sunny listened in, they could hear the faint, faint noise of triumphant, high-pitched villainous laughter coming from the Head of Human Resources. His laughter caused Klaus to shake harder as Sunny demanded for Klaus to put her down.

“He...he sees us,” Klaus cried looking around frantically for cameras.

“Doubtful,” Sunny said.

“Excuse me,” Mattathias continued, when his giggling fit was over. “To continue please be aware that one of the murderous orphans, Klaus...I mean Klyde Baudelaire has been spotted in the hospital alongside his kidnap victim, Sun-I mean Susan. If you see any children whom you recognize from The Daily Punctilio, please capture them and give them to the most stylish nurse you can find. Thank you.” Olaf stopped talking and began to laugh once more until the children could hear the voice of Esme Squalor whispering, ‘darling, you forgot to turn off the intercom.” Then there was an eerie click, and everything was silent.

“He...he sees us,” Klaus repeated as Sunny gripped his hand and pulled him into the closest, empty room she could find. Even though the kids were now inside the hospital and no longer outside in the cold, the middle orphan shivered nonetheless as he processed Olaf’s words. Once both siblings were inside and she knew it was entirely empty, Sunny closed the door behind the two siblings as Klaus began to cry again. “Sunny...now I know I can’t do this! They’re going to find us...someone is going to recognize us and hand us over to them…” He sat down on the floor, avoiding eye contact with his younger sister as he tried to calm himself down from his second panic attack that day.

“We can’t give up,” she told him stubbornly as she placed a hand on Violet’s locket. Her eyes lit up with an idea. She carefully took the locket from around her neck and placed it into Klaus’ hands.

Klaus looked up at Sunny as he shook where he sat. He looked down at the locket in his hands and felt like he wanted to sob uncontrollably once more thinking of Violet. “What do you expect me to do with this?” he asked her. “She gave it to you...she knew what she was doing, Sunny. She gave this to you cause she knew...she knew they’d get her,”

Sunny pressed her finger on the heart-shaped locket. “Mama,” she said pointing at the locket.

Klaus sighed. “You’re right, Sunny. Violet said she always looks at the picture of Mom that her father put in here whenever she’s too stressed,”

“And she said she keeps it near her heart,” Sunny reminded him. “So maybe you should wear it and then opened it up,”

Klaus chuckled at his little sister’s logic. “I don’t think it works specifically like that,”

“Hair ribbon,” Sunny pointed out.

“Yes, I know she has a lot of weird routines,” Klaus commented, his breathing regulating.

Klaus rolled his eyes as he opened the locket. His eyes widening in surprise as he glanced at two pictures that Violet had in her locket. Klaus had opened the locket to the expectation that his mother would be the only face staring back at him. But as he opened Violet’s heart-shaped locket not only was he met with a picture of his mother staring back at him but for a mere moment, it felt as though Klaus was looking into a mirror. Like his reflection had been caught inside the locket as well. He shifted the locket slightly to the right to see if the image in front of him would change like a reflection of a mirror would. But to his surprise, it didn’t. The image of himself and Sunny stayed the same.

“What?” Sunny asked, confused as to why her brother was staring at Violet’s locket in surprised silence.

Klaus motioned her to come around and see what he was seeing. Sunny walked to where she could see the contents of her older sister's locket and she gave a small smile. “That’s us!” she said happily pointing at the second picture that resided in Violet’s locket.

Klaus chuckled and rolled his eyes at his sister’s statement as if he couldn’t tell that the second picture was a picture of them. As he held the locket closely, he slowly took out the photograph of himself and Sunny, examining it closely. Two of the corners were badly burned and the photo’s remaining edges had been either cut or folded in a desperate attempt to make the photo fit into the locket. Klaus wondered where in the world Violet would have gotten a picture of them. Klaus turned to Sunny, letting her examine the photograph as he tried to remember what Violet had said about her locket.

“Sunny…”

“It’s us, Klaus,” Sunny said tracing the burned edges gently with her small finger. “She has a picture of us in her locket.” Sunny was smiling like crazy. “Do you know what this means?”

Klaus looked from the photo of their mother holding what he presumed to be baby Violet since the baby was wrapped snug in a purple blanket with the initials V.B. sewn on the corner. He sighed as he glanced over to the photo that Sunny was now holding and hugging. “No, Sunny...What does it mean?” he asked. His heart aching because he missed his big sister.

“It means she keeps us close...to her heart,” Sunny explained. “Cause it’s a picture of...us and it’s in a heart locket and when she wears it, it lands right on her,”

“Her heart,” Klaus finished in a saddened tone.

Sunny, out of curiosity, flipped over the photo because she knew sometimes with photographs the owners would write something on the back of it. Her face lit up with a smile as she found something written in Violet’s curvy cursive handwriting. Sunny tried to read what Violet had written but she was not very good at reading cursive. She tapped her brother’s shoulder. “Wazzit say?” she asked curiously, shoving the photo back into his hands.

“ My little brother, Klaus Baudelaire and my baby sister, Sunny Baudelaire. The only stars that shine within my grey and stormy sky. The best thing to happen to me after Mr. Lemon’s death. I love these two to the moon and back. I’d give my life for them. -V.S.” He read aloud to Sunny, choking on his tears as guilt washed over him. How could he ever suggest leaving her? As he finished reading the small paragraph Violet had written in the middle of the photograph. He was not only crying because of how her words or her mere action of putting the photo of him and Sunny in her locket had affected him. He was crying because he was scared, he was terrified. He had his doubts. He was crying because he felt guilty and he felt as though he was drowning in regret from how he’s treated Violet even if it wasn’t always intentional to how he had wanted to leave her even if his intentions had no malice. But the main reason he was crying is that he desperately missed his big sister. He just wanted her to hug him and make it feel all better like Sunny kept trying to do. And despite Sunny’s effort, which was helping Klaus more than Sunny would believe, he still felt like he needed Violet. He needed his rock, his hero. He didn’t know how to be her and he definitely didn’t know how to be like their mother and he had twelve years of being raised by their mother and yet, both Violet and Sunny who had spent a significantly less amount of time with her seemed to have more qualities that were Beatrice-esque than he did. Sure, when you looked at Klaus, you can tell he was a mix of both his parents. You could see the Beatrice in him. But you couldn’t hear it. You wouldn’t be able to see it with his actions which is what had Klaus worried. He had no idea how he and Sunny were going to save their older sister from Olaf. He desperately wished that Violet was with him right now, able to give him a clever idea that he would slightly doubt but still go with it because it’s Violet and anything she said always had a way of sounding plausible even if logic suggested otherwise.

He thought of how scared and alone she must feel. He tried to block out any and all thoughts of what Olaf could be doing to his sister right now. He hoped if he had done anything it was nothing as bad as what he, himself, endured back when he and Sunny were placed in Olaf’s custody, although he had his fears that something a lot worse could be happening. He paced around slowly trying to think of a plan but all the could think about was how Violet had accepted him and Sunny with open arms and although Sunny had reciprocated this...he was beginning to feel as though, he hadn’t. And when he came to that realization, he hated a part of himself. He shook his head. “I’m a horrible person,” he muttered shamefully.

“No, you’re just scared.” Sunny explained, assuming that Klaus was merely talking about how he had suggested leaving and finding help even when he knew that that was a crazy idea that was highly flawed. “I’m scared, too. Violet’s probably just as scared as us.”

Klaus wiped his eyes. “I don’t mean my suggestion to leave her...although I feel bad about that, too. I mean…” Klaus sighed disappointedly at himself. “...how I must make her feel when I accidentally...exclude her. She’s over here putting our picture in her locket, sacrificing herself to Olaf, and...I can’t even remember to say ‘our sister’ when referring to you.”

“Don’t beat yourself up,” Sunny explained. “Do better.”

Klaus nodded his head. “I will do better. But first, we gotta save our big sister,”

Klaus slowly put Violet’s photo of her two younger siblings back into her locket and placed the locket safely around Sunny’s neck where Violet had wanted it. Sunny placed a hand over the locket and then looked back up to her brother. “Let’s save Violet!” she cheered happily.

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