Carmelita Spats

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I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS

THIRD PERSON POV

(Sorry I didn't update on the weekend, I can't believe I got so many reads! Y'all are the best 🥲🤗)

It was a cloudy weekend at the house. Beatrice was currently getting her diaper changed by 

Justice Strauss. Isadora was sitting in a comfy armchair by the window, writing a couplet on a 

piece of paper. Klaus was in the library finding yet, another book to read. Fiona was on the 

porch, tending to her growing mushrooms. Duncan was in his room, typing away on his new 

typewriter that he got from Justice Strauss. Violet was on the carpet, her hair tied up with her 

purple ribbon. She was trying to fix an old clock that she found in the attic. Sunny was 

experimenting in the kitchen. (Once in a while, she would come out holding a plate of brownies, 

or some sort of soup.) And finally, Quigley was upstairs on the balcony, looking out of his VFD 

spyglass, to try and see new locations so that he could add more places to his map. He sadly 

couldn't see much, because of the gloomy fog. All was peaceful and quiet, except for the 

occasional clinking of cutlery in the kitchen. And the whirring of the mechanical pieces on the 

clock. Suddenly, a knock came from the front door. "I'll get it." Violet said, brushing off the dust 

from her skirt, and walking towards the door. "Who could it be?" Isadora said. Peeking out the 

window. She gasped at what she saw. "VIOLET, DON'T OPEN THE DOOR." Isadora screamed, but 

it was too late. Carmelita Spats walked through the now open door.

(Sorry for the super short chapter, I wanted to increase suspense!)

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