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The Obsolete Orphans




A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS fan fiction
*spoiler alert*
this is set after the end of the last book
read to be satisfied, unless you'd rather stay depressed in ignorance 


Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire had been rowing for hours, baby Beatrice sitting between the three of them. Long ago the boat’s sails had been torn by terrible winds, hence they were forced to use the last of their strength to paddle. 

But they weren’t thinking of how their arms ached, or even of how they’d love a good meal put inside their stomachs.  No. All they could see was the house before them. 

Baby Beatrice pointed, her other hand grabbing Violet's arm. She babbled, “Blah?” 

Sunny understood the baby the best, having just recently exited babyhood herself. But Sunny did not answer the baby, for she did not know what to make of the sight before her.

“It looks like Aunt Josephine’s house,” Klaus whispered, adjusting his glasses. 

“But... we saw it destroyed.” Violet whispered. 

 The boat hit against the shore. All four children jumped to the sand, and walked slowly.   As they neared the house they heard voices. 

Familiar voices. 

Uncle Monty.
Aunt Josephine.
The Quagmire Triplets.
Jerome Squalor.
Charles.
Hector and Hal.
Fiona and Fernald.
Captain Widdershins.

And there were more people, too. 

One man had the children’s full focus: a mysterious man, half hid in the shadows of the other people. But his coat and hat made him look suspiciously important. 

“Aren't you all are dead or missing,” Sunny said loudly. 

All the adults saw the children. 

The mysterious man stepped out of the shadows. “Hello, children. My name in Lemony. You are safe now . . . I have just published your last memoir.” 

“Published our memoir?” Klaus questioned. 

“We aren’t dead,” Violet said. 

The man called Lemony smiled, “But the world believes you are. You are safe.” 

But they barely heard what he said, for at that moment two more people stepped out of the house. Bertrand and Beatrice Baudelaire. 

I hope you enjoyed this short ending for Unfortunate Events. I know this series isn't for everyone, but I really loved the books, the humor, the characters. I loved everything . . . though only because I imagined this sort of thing happening next. 

Comments

  1. Nice! I actually liked the ending because he tells us for the beginning that it won't have a happy ending.
    Love your twist on it though.

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    1. yeah, knowing from the start how it should end I found I was actually pleasantly satisfied with his ending. And to be honest, this little piece wasn't really needed for me to be happy. I just wrote it for fun. Thanks for reading!

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  2. Awww, thats a nice happy ending. I never finished reading this series, it was too depressing, but I have a friend who's a big fan. :)

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    1. I actually never found the series depressing, but laughed my whole way through ;) I really enjoy the satire. But I can see how it could be depressing. I'm glad you enjoyed this bit :)

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