Blaze's POV
7 minutes later.....
"Orrrrrphannnnn!"
He says coming into the room.
Lemmony Snicket: Calling Blaze 'orphan' was just the start of this wicked adventure, if you would even call it that. There are many other terms to call Blaze's stay with Count Olaf, adventure is not one of them.
"Go make me supper... NOW!"
"I don't know how."
I say.
"I don't care, use that little brain of yours, and make something."
He shouts dragging me into the kitchen.
He leaves, while I stand there staring.
I don't know how to make anything. Or where to start.
"Orphan! Why haven't you prepared dinner yet?"
Olaf says.
"There's nothing, to make."
I say.
"What?"
"There's nothing to make."
"Excuse me?"
He says.
"I said, there's nothing, to, cook!"
I say as Olaf hits me striking my face.
I hold my stinging face.
"Ow, what was that for?!"
He hits me again.
"Don't talk back to your guardian! No dinner for you, now go to bed. Go, .....GO!"
Olaf says shoving me upstairs into a small room with only a blanket or two to lay on, that we're on the floor.
"Nighty, night. And no crying, unless you use your inside voice!"
Olaf says awkwardly as the last thing I see is his creepy eye peering through the space between the doorframe and the actual door.
He let's out a creepy laugh.
I hear the sound of him locking the door, as he yells to me:"And absolutely no crying!"
"You all ready said that."
I try to tell him.
"Go to sleep orphan!"
He shouts deeply.
He sings horribly as he leaves:
"I'm handsome and I'm talented, and love your bank account!"🏴
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A Series Of Unfortunate Events
FanfictionWhat if I was the only one Baudelaire child? What if I wasn't as close to my aunt Josephine as I was to my uncle Monty, and a disturbingly awkward Count Olaf. What if my uncle Monty died? What if uncle Monty just died from old age? What if I was fo...
