A/N: So this is the final product for my fanfic for my English class. It'll be split into a couple parts cuz it's loooooong ahahahahaha 37pagessinglespaced12sizedtimesnewromanfontahahahahahahhaa
The end is klunky sorry :/
WELP I PROMISED Winter_blue5 AND JershDunzanTyTy SO HERE IT IS!!!!!!!
If y'all like it, then I'll think about writing an actual SOUE fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the "Unfortunate Events" or "Maze Runner" characters. The only character I own is Celia Lewis/Lynn. This is a crossover between the two stories, and not copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter One
I am here to inform you that the account which you are about to read is not a particularly happy one. There are certain moments when the terribly unlucky Baudelaire children feel a sense of joy, but every sentence and word ultimately induces tears in my eyes. If you are looking for a cheerful and happy-ending sort of story, I advise you to put this book down and read something else. If you are not, I still advise you to put this unfortunate tale down and go look for something else.
For all of you still reading, I warn you to continue with extreme caution and tissues. We start in a far away time, a couple months before the Baudelaire children receive the awful news of the awful fire. We start in a time of happiness, a word and time that now seems so very far away...
"Klaus look!" Violet Baudelaire, the eldest child, pointed out of one of the wide windows in the parlor. Klaus Baudelaire, the second child and the only boy, pushed up his glasses and looked at where his sister was pointing. Sunny Baudelaire, the youngest child, sat on the floor with a metal spoon, which she was currently chewing on.
"It's just the empty house, Violet," Klaus said. He went back to his book, but his sister tugged at his sleeve. I may add that the certain house Violet was motioning for her brother to look at had been empty for most of the years the Baudelaire family had been living in their own mansion, which was a certainly long time.
"Klaus! Look! There's boxes!" she said excitedly. Klaus sighed and looked up from his book again. Observing closer at the house across the street, he could see there were a multitude of brown boxes around the front porch. Here, multitude means "a lot of brown boxes at the usually empty house across the street."
"Someone's moving in?" Klaus wondered aloud.
Sunny shrieked a "Nopafish?" which meant "A new friend?" Sunny was at the age where one only speaks in a series of shrieks, gurgles, and babbles. Violet picked the baby up.
"We should go over and meet them!" she said boldly. Klaus was unsure.
"Are you sure? They have only just moved in. Plus we don't know if any of them are our ages," he said. Klaus was not in the certain mood one has to be in to meet new neighbors. After all, he had reached a very interesting portion of his new book. Violet pulled the ribbon out of her hair and put it in her pocket. Anyone who knows Violet well enough can tell you that when she ties her hair up with a ribbon, it means that the gears in her brain are working hard to invent something. And they had been. She had been working on a new project: making toast out of the grandfather clock without changing the time on the actual clock.
She gently tugged the spoon out of Sunny's teeth and placed it on a table.
(A/N: I FORGOT TO ADD THAT THESE CHAPTERS ARE LONG SORRYYYYY )
"Come on Klaus! We don't know many people. Might as well. And it will be even better if they have someone one of our ages." She beckoned for her younger brother to follow her to the door.
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