A Series of Unfortunate Events One Shots

Nightmares

Begin!

*universe

~Isadora's POV

The string on our fake Sunny doll had snapped. Duncan and I were running through the halls of Prufrock. Our hearts were beating madly in our chests. I felt like a failure. We had run all those laps and still got noticed in the end. I don't know how I'll be able to face Klaus after this. I had promised him nothing would go wrong...

"Quick, Izzie, the library," Duncan whispered.

He pulled me into the room and we hurriedly ducked behind the shelves trying to slow our heavy breathing. I'd never felt so terrified in my life. I couldn't get my mind off of the Baudelaires, our dear friends, hoping that Olaf hadn't gone to find them instead. Duncan held my hand tightly, and I could see my brother was sharing the same sense of dread as we heard the library doors open and Olaf stepped inside.

We held our breath as the wicked man inched closer to our hiding spot. Closer. Closer. He was about to find us. Oh, god, please forgive me Klaus-

"Boss!"

Olaf turned around and went back to his hook handed henchman just before he would have found our location. We heard the library doors slam shut and heard the hook handed man say he would guard the door. Great, we're trapped.

"Isadora, look."

Duncan carefully crawled over to a small shelf and grabbed a book. The Incomplete History of Secret Organizations! We found it!

"Looks like we have some reading to do," I said with a small smile.

Duncan eagerly took out his journalist notebook and opened the large book to begin taking notes. I pulled out our spyglass and figured out how to set it to the flashlight function and pointed it at the pages. We wrote down everything. Names. Spyglass details. Code phrases. Duncan made sure to take down as much information as he could.

"Just think of how happy the Baudelaires will be when we show them this," Duncan whispered with a smile.

I nodded, "I'm sure Violet will be thrilled with your note taking skills."

I saw my brother blush a bit in the dark, "Shut up..."

We hadn't heard the library doors open. We didn't hear the hook handed man creep towards us. We didn't notice him until it was too late. He dragged us out of the library, leaving cuts on our arms; our screams haunting the night.

The next day Duncan and I were shoved into Olaf's car as the Baudelaires rushed to stop him. I tried to throw Klaus the spyglass but it broke, leaving him with the piece that was mine in the first place. As the Baudelaires disappeared from view with the car driving away, Duncan and I had tears streaming down our faces. We had failed them. Our only true friends left in the world and we had failed them when they needed us most.

Klaus Baudelaire would never love me now...

~...

I woke up in a cold sweat, touching my arm where the hook handed man had once left a nasty cut when I was kidnapped. I felt tears well up in my eyes. My breathing was heavy and my heart thundered in my chest. Tears spilled over as I sat up and whimpered softly.

"Isadora," A voice said beside me.

A light on the nearby table was turned on and I felt a warm hand on my back. I looked up to see the handsome face of Klaus Baudelaire, my husband. We were in bed together. My bad dream had just been my brain replaying horrible memories that had long since passed.

His eyes softened behind his glasses, "Nightmare?"

I let out a sob, "Yes..."

Klaus pulled me into his arms and petted my hair as I cried into his chest.