тнe erѕaтz elevaтor: parт one

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Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Tʜɪs sʜᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ
Yᴏᴜʀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʏ
Eᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅɪsᴍᴀʏ
Sᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Tʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ɪɴ ʙʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ
Bᴜᴛ ᴏʟᴀғ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʜɪᴛᴄʜ
Iᴛ's ᴀ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ
Tᴏ ʀᴇsᴄᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs
Yᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʀᴇsᴄᴜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ
Bᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɢʀɪᴍ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴇɴᴅs
Jᴜsᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ
Aɴᴅ ɪɴᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ
Asᴋ ᴀɴʏ sᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ, 'sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ?'
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴀʏ
Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ

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𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎-
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍,
𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍.
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𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱-𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Nothing could describe the distress Y/n and the Baudelaires felt. Isadora and Duncan, two innocent children who only wanted to help, were still missing and in the clutches of a notorious villain. No one knew what was happening to them and whether they were harmed or not. Y/n and the Baudelaires sat in Mr. Poe's car once again, the banker steering them to their new guardian. Y/n was always skeptical of guardians ever since Count Olaf and she always would be, but with the Baudelaires by her side, she felt more lenient and safe.

Mr. Poe coughed, extracting his car key from his vehicle's keyhole. "I know you must be nervous, children. I have to admit, I was uneasy trying to find you a new guardian, but I finally found one in this very stylish block!" Mr. Poe was right. The block was very fancy and swarmed. People with fashionable wardrobes jammed the sidewalks, making it impossible for some people to walk around them.

"It doesn't matter how stylish the block is, Mr. Poe. We are more than nervous." Y/n said.

"We're anxious." Klaus continued. "Isadora and Duncan have been kidnapped by Count Olaf."

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