Vivian Quagmire

"What the hell is wrong with this guy?" Klara whispered in my ear as we quietly followed Timothy inside the tunnel. The British kid has been grouchy and mean ever since we stepped foot in that old library.

"I don't know. It's either he has mood swings or he has male PMS." I said and shrugged. I know that it was meant to be a joke and all, but considering his douchebag attitude, I wouldn't mind saying a cute guy like him has PMS.

Klara glanced quickly at Timothy whose eyes were shining in the dark, his lips thin and in a straight line. He's face was scrunched up in a serious-mad kind of looking face and Klara nodded and said, "Definitely PMS."

I giggled a little and Klara chuckled. The aura of this little adventure and save-our-parents kind of thing has been a little too serious so Klara and I decided to hyper things a bit -- but of course, we were still worried about our parents.

Klara became silent, probably tired of making jokes about the others so I stopped as well. It was almost ten minutes of walking in the dark tunnel, but we haven't scoured up any clue, information or anything.

Seriously though, does Timothy even know where our parents are or is he just playing a very hard prank on us? Better yet, our parents are the ones pranking us but of course here I am again thinking of weird thoughts that wouldn't possibly happen.

What could I say? I am imaginative and creative anyways. By that certain time my imagination had basically killed me off with its crazy ideas, who knows if our parents are in some sortof crazy club, cult or secret-spy organization or something. Okay, stop, yes, I am definitely too imaginative for my own good.

I shook my head from all the thinking I was doing and noticed Laura scootching towards Timothy whose face had relaxed a little already. But really though, his eyes are still shiny and scary likes he wants to eat or someone already.

"Hey," I heard Laura said softly. "You okay?"

Timothy paused for a little before he started walking again. I guess he was kind of shocked and confused as to why the hell is Laura the sassy one and the person who dislikes him is talking to him and asking if he's okay. Yeah, I'd have the same basic reaction.

I saw Timothy shrug a little and look at Laura. He gave her a smile that I don't really know if it's fake or sweet or whatever.

"Sorry," He said quietly. "It's just that there are things and secrets that shouldn't be blurted out to the world. Because one little secret, one little lie, could disturb a pond or a lake and create ripples through its surface and by the time we knew it, the whole world will be affected." He then gave Laura something that I could say and consider a genuine look.

"So darling, you don't want to know my secrets." He said mischievously, with his infamous lopsided grin, showing his dimples. Okay, I'm kind of positive that Timothy, the one who's hitting on Laura is definitely back.

"EEEK!" Klara suddenly shrieked and we all looked at her direction, alarmed.

"What happened?!" I asked, terrified. Don't tell me there are cockroaches or rats in this tunnel?!

"They happened!" She screamed and pointed at Timothy and Laura. I then frowned at her and placed my finger on her forehead and shove it a little.

"What the hell Klara Baudelaire." I said and rolled my eyes. She was just fangirling over them and we thought that something bad happened.

"Whaaat? They're sweet and I ship them! Besides, he said darling." Klara said dreamily and I couldn't help but cough out a laugh.

"Yeah right. So your fantasizing over another person's love story because basically, you don't have one." I teased and Klara pushed me jokingly.

I laughed as I hit the nearby wall. Her face was so effing red --

"AAAAHHH -- !"

I shouted as I stepped on a hole or something and I fell down, my hair flying in different directions, my face white with fright.

I waited in agony while screaming for help and looked down below me to see something green -- like grass.

I fell down on the grassy ground and plopped on the ground with a grunt.

"Oh crap!" I shouted. My whole body hurt and I rolled my body to the other side because I could hear the others screaming as they fell down the tunnel.

Each and every one of them fell down with a thump and cry but Timothy fell flawlessy with a smirk on his face.

"Nice job Viv. You managed to find one of the drafts." He said smugly and I looked at him confusingly.

"Drafts? Wait what -- ?" I asked as I brushed off the dirt from my pants.

"As you can see, if you look around you, we have taken a shortcut to the Valley of the Four Drafts." He said cheerfully and my neck sharply turned and looked around.

Obliviously, we were on top of a grassy cliff and right below was a valley, mountain ranges protecting and surrounding it. A waterfall stood by on one side. Caves and other environmental places could be seen. It was breathtaking.

"Holy shiz. You mean to say we're out of the city?!" Quill shouted and his voice echoed and bounced along the mountain walls.

Timothy nodded calmly and said, "Yes."

Klad's eyebrows scrunched up together and he looked at Timothy furiously.

"Are you out of your mind?! We have girls with us! Where will we find food? How the hell would we know if our house is safe?! Are you sure you know where on earth our parents are?!" Klad shouted, his voice echoing as well but he didn't care.

Timothy looked at him. "Chill, bro. This valley is very, very near the city and besides, we boys are here to protect you girls." He said, acknowledging us and giving us all a wink.

Klara almost fainted, I cringed and Laura scoffed.

"Please. I don't need a guy to rescue me." she frowned as she placed her hands in her hips.

"Same." I said and took a few steps backwards.

Timothy smiled mischievously. "As for your parents, all I could say is that, the place where they are being held captive is pretty far away. But if you really are intent on saving them, we must endure it all." He said.

"But for now, we better rest first." Quill remarked and sat down on the grassy ground. We followed suit -- a term or phrase used when two or more people followed the same thing that another person has done -- as well.

"Hey guys, especially Vivian and Quill." Timothy called us towards him. He then gestured and pointed a finger on the waterfalls.

"You see that waterfall? My dad told me before that your parents' love story kind of like started there." He said wistfully, but somehow, I couldn't help but feel that he was happy of what he was saying to us and the mere fact that his eyes were so shiny.

"What happened there?" I asked and Timothy shrugged.

"I don't know, ask your parents." He said and sat on the ground. Yup, he has PMS.

We chatted a little about stuff and things, while Klad and Quill was a little bit on the serious note and was making plans and strategies on saving our parents.

I sighed and shook my head, lying down on the ground and placing my hands under my head.

I stared at the clouds up in the sky. They were white and fluffy and I couldn't help but make shapes and things out of it.

"When we. . . drag you by the ankle. . .

where our make is to be made. . .

You'll soon be doing noble work,

although you won't be paid. . ."

I jolted upwards from where I was lying and looked around me.

"What happened Vivian? Anything wrong?" Klad asked worriedly.

"You didn't hear. . .?" I asked, out of dazed as I turned my head furiously from side to side, straining my ears.

"Hear what?" Quill inquired.

". . .T-that voice. . ." I whispered. I knew I heard something, or someone. Someone was saying the weirdest thing ever in the creepiest tune.

I swear it reminded me of Nightmare on Elm Street, sheesh.

"You know what, you're just probably tired." Quill said and sat next to me, putting my head on his lap and lulling me to sleep, a brotherly gesture I find very sweet.

My eyes were slowly drifitng to a close, as I fell into a deep sleep.

". . .When we drive away in secret. . .

you'll soon be a volunteer. . .

so don't scream when we tell you that:

The world is quiet here."

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Hello my dear volunteers! :') I finally updated! Thank you for the awesome reads, votes, comments and support, I lavyah all! So enjoy the chapter and yeah, reminisce Violet and Quigley's little moment on that waterfall hehe. ❤

P.S: Sorry for the kind of short and hyper chap xD [That's why I tried to make it serious in the end haha.]