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Man, it’s been a while since I’ve last posted a story on AO3; Writer’s block has been a hassle for a while but here’s my first One Piece fic!

It’s Bartolomeo and Luffy centered, not really shippy but still wholesome!

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Wednesday Season 2: Hyde in the Shadows

Episode 3A: A Woe from the Past

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Characters: Wednesday and Enid (ft returning chars and new OCs)

Pairing: Wenclair

Important info: VERY Slow Burn, Canon Compliant (with season 1), read A/N For more details on everything.

Summary:  Stalking, murders, troubling visions, sins of the past, and a little bit of kidnapping. Wednesday’s start of the second semester isn’t a normal one, but when is her life ever “normal?” Wednesday has new mysteries to solve and catastrophes prevent, with the help of her overly enthusiastic roommate Enid, she just has to deal with some annoying relatives first.

Other Sites: AO3 and Fanfic.net

A/N: I know it’s a bit later than usual but….man, I was still tweaking this darn thing up until I posted. TT0TT Had to power through some real writer’s block on this one (like I knew what I wanted but how to get it working was rough). I think I got it where I mostly wanted it to go, but I feel like some parts’ flow might be a bit choppy.

Remember, this one updates every Saturday.

Not beta read, we’ll live or die by leafy my hands! ;w;/

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                                        Wednesday Season 2:

                                        Hyde in the Shadows

                                Episode 3A: A Woe from the Past

“ENID!” Wednesday strangled out her cry, frantically running over to Enid and almost dropping her flashlight in the process.

It wasn’t good, her clothes were ripped and torn, color ruined by the blood they bathed in.

“No! No, no, no,” Wednesday whispered, placing her fingers to her carotid pulse.

Wednesday could feel a strong thrumming against her fingers.

Wednesday choked back the lump in her throat as relief swept over her briefly. She’s alive! But this blood….

Wednesday was going to need to get Enid to a hospital and fast.

Snap! Snap!

Wednesday jolted where she sat, and whipped around only to see it was Thing snapping his fingers. He pointed in the distance, where a strange lump lay.

Wednesday shone her flashlight over to it, and was met with a severed arm. It was ripped off at about the shoulder, it was dripping with blood, staining the long white sleeve that was still dressed in.

Before Wednesday could get up to investigate, partially not wanting to leave Enid’s side, she heard another snap in the distance. This time, it wasn’t Thing.

Wednesday’s heart froze in her chest, looking at Enid’s unconscious body she realized she was going to have to carry her.

Wednesday threw Enid’s arm over her neck, she placed her own hands under the small of Enid’s back and under her knees, and lifted.

Her knees buckled and she almost toppled forward but she steadied herself just in time. It appeared she was weaker than she thought, that or the cold had really gotten to her.

Thing ran in front of her and started signing furiously, Your legs! Lift with your legs!

“I prefer that advice with someone who actually has legs,” Wednesday spat in frustration. It was her own damn legs that were the issue here to begin with anyway.

Thing flipped her off.

Before Wednesday could retaliate back at him, they heard another snap. It was getting closer.

Snap!

Snap!

Wednesday tried again to lift Enid up, and again she failed.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

The noises were getting more frequent, louder, closer. With each snap Wednesday’s heart quickened until…..

Crash!

The sound of a tree in the darkness of the forest echoed not far behind the tree line Wednesday had her back to.

Cer-crunch!

This time, it didn’t sound like a twig being snapped, it was something much, much bigger.

Something in that instance shot through Wednesday, she felt the strength she needed and wrenched herself upward with Enid, and charged away; Thing barely had time to grab a hold of her jacket as she ran away.

Wednesday began sprinting wildly through the forest, thanking the moon for coming out of the clouds just to give her enough light to see.

She made her way through the grove of destruction back to the graves.

Unsure of the exact location to get back to Nevermore, she looked up at the sky, upon seeing the constellation she needed, she began running in the direction she thought best.

She kept running, as breaking and slithering happened occasionally behind her.

Dim lights started to appear in her vision, but it wasn’t the castle school she expected. It was a long building that was mostly made of glass. The greenhouse near the school.

She ran around the side and with luck, there was a door propped open with a rock, Wednesday wrenched the door open and kicked the rock away, and quietly closed it behind her.

She ran into the thicket of the greenhouse, the ones with the most plants to hide themselves in.

Her knees finally gave out when she was near the tallest plants, Wednesday forced the fall backwards so that she wouldn’t fall on Enid, afraid of hurting her more.

Wednesday panted, trying to catch her breath and regain her strength, but it wasn’t long until she heard the rustling outside. She quietly placed Enid on the floor, and pulled a nearby tarp over her, signaling to Thing to get under to protect her as well.

As she heard the shuffling getting closer to the door, Wednesday snuck back over, picking up a pair of hedge clippers on the way.

She positioned herself just around the corner from the doorway, a perfect striking position. She was going to make sure the monster only took one of them.

The figure stopped at the door, jiggling the handle, until it opened.

It took slow steps inward. Right as Wednesday saw a figure appear in her line of sight, she thrusted the hedge clippers forward and made contact with something dense.

“What the hell?!” a familiar voice shouted.

Wednesday realized that what she was stabbing wasn’t flesh of a mysterious monster, but a bag of fertilizer. She looked up to see the shocked expression of her cousin.

“Wednesday?! Listen, if this is about-”

Wednesday dropped the clippers, still wedged into the bag, and clapped her hand over her cousin’s mouth and pulled her down to the floor, out of sight of the. “Shhh!”

Friday went quiet, and both listened intently to the outside, but there was no sound. When Wednesday felt like the coast was clear, she finally released Friday and breathed a sigh of relief.

“What was that about?” Friday finally asked her cousin.

“There was a monster in the woods, it attacked us when we were filling the graves and-”

“Us?” Friday looked around, not seeing any plus one, “Did you forget your roommate or something? Wow, that's kinda low!” Friday eyed her cousin mischievously.

“No, I grabbed her, I hid her under the tarp in case the monster broke in,” Wednesday glared seriously.

“Tarp? As in the one near the carnivorous plant section?”

“Yes, the one near the-” Wednesday’s eyes widened, then she looked behind her and then back at Friday. She quickly bolted back to where she left her vulnerable roommate.

Friday sighed and shook her head then proceeded to follow her frazzled cousin.

***~***

Enid was confused. She could’ve sworn she was just with Wednesday in a graveyard, but now she found herself at the Rave’N dance from the prior semester.

It looked exactly like it did last semester, pre-red paint fiasco that is. But there was something off, there were no other students around, it was strangely foggy, and it smelt like soil.

Suddenly, music from nowhere started to play, and Enid could hear someone snapping behind her. She turned around to see Wednesday, dancing towards her. Enid looked at her in awe, just like she did back at the Rave’N.

“Wednesday what are you-” Enid started, but briefly forgot how to speak when Wednesday grabbed her by her hand and waist and swung her into a ballroom dance, feeling as if she had been literally swept off her feet.

“W-Wednesday, a-aren’t we a little close,” Enid could barely stutter out, her face heating up. She’d never ballroom danced before, because it always seemed so intimate.

Wednesday only responded by pulling Enid’s waist closer to her.

Enid and Wednesday continued the dance, hitting each beat with the song perfectly. Enid had wanted to dance with Wednesday back then, well, not so intimately at the time. Still, Enid was as happy about this as she was confused.

Finally the song came to a close, and Enid and Wednesday stopped, but Wednesday didn’t let go.

“Wednesday, I-I don’t think we should be doing this,” Enid blushed, trying to remember she had a boyfriend, and that should really detangle herself from her friend. This type of dance felt too romantic to brush aside.

Enid started to push away but Wednesday held her firm. Enid made the mistake of looking into Wednesday’s eyes, and melted into the dark abyss. It was like she was caught in a viper’s gaze, completely entranced but somehow….. she didn’t mind.

They held their gaze for a moment, and then Wednesday started closing the gap between them. Enid panicked and closed her eyes, just as she felt Wednesday’s cold lips press against her own.

Enid’s head started to whirl in a bunch of different directions, but before she could straighten them out and reflect on it, someone’s very familiar voice cut through to her.

“Enid!”

It was Wednesday, but Wednesday was kissing her so how could she also be screaming her name?

“Enid, wake up!”

Wak-what do you mean ‘wake up?’ Enid thought. She slowly opened her eyes, wondering how Wednesday was doing this voice throwing trick while attempting to shove her tongue down her throat at the same time.

Instead seeing the tiny goth girl’s face pressed up against her, she was instead met with a big, green mouth with very sharp teeth. And it was smiling at her.

And the lips on Enid’s mouth? It was a giant part of a leaf she was biting into, possibly coming from the same giant strange plant in front of her.

Enid started to scream, and attempted to thrash her body but found it impossible to do, she looked down and saw that her whole body was encased in a giant leaf, acting almost like a hand. Enid attempted to scream louder, but it was muffled by the leaf.

“Enid! Don’t worry I’ll get you down!” Wednesday tried to calm her friend, fearing her friend would lose more blood by thrashing around.

“Antony! You put her down! She’s a friend! You remember what werewolves do to your digestive system!” Friday chastised the plant, spraying it with something.

The plan sneezed, and groaned, and then gently placed Enid on the ground.

Wednesday quickly rushed over to Enid and began looking her over to make sure she wasn’t hurt.

“Enid, are you ok?” Wednesday looked at Enid’s unfocused eyes, wondering if she should perform a homemade emergency blood transfusion. She’d need to know Enid’s blood type, and be quick in kidnapping another student if necessary.

“Mnnnnng, everything feels warm and fuzzy….” Enid’s head spun and she didn’t know why.

“Ah, that's probably because of Antony. He’s part ginkgo biloba, an aphrodisiac,” Friday looked Enid over.

Well at least that explains the dream, Enid thought with chagrin, trying to get a grip.

“Friday…..” Wednesday glared at her cousin in annoyance while she took off her jacket and placed it over Enid to keep her warm.

“Whaaaat, it’s not his fault his great-great grandmother fooled around!” Friday whined.

“I mean your pet trying to eat my roommate,” then she turned her attention to Enid. “Enid, tell me your blood type-”

“He wouldn’t do that, he would’ve noticed she was a human-slash-werewolf, he’s allergic to both!”

“Then why did it look like he wanted to take a bite out of her? Enid! Please, what is your blood type?”

Friday shrugged and knitted her eyebrows in confusion, “He would’ve figured it out after the first bite…..” She then went over to her plant to try to talk it out with him.

Wednesday shook her head in frustration, “Enid, please, I need to know your blood type. So, I can help you!”

Enid attempted to look at Wednesday, but remembering the dream, quickly looked away blushing.

Ah! Get! A! Grip! Enid! It was the plant, the plant. Now what did she say? Blood transfusion? And why is she giving me her coat? I already hav-

Enid almost let out a scream, her eyes were as big as saucers as she saw what had happened. Her clothes had been torn, slashed, and stretched, but worse of all they were soaked in what appeared to be blood.

Wednesday grabbed Enid by the shoulders when she saw the girl about to freak out, afraid that maybe Enid was hurt more than she first realized, “Enid, listen don’t panic. I’ll get you to the hospital in a moment. Just tell me where it hurts-”

“Whose blood is this?!” Enid tried but failed to remain calm.

Wednesday looked at Enid in confusion and relief, “Who- it’s…. Isn’t it yours?”

“N-no, I’m j-j-just a l-little sore,” Enid’s head was spinning and she began to feel light-headed, she didn’t handle blood well. “Wait, how did I get here? Where’s Goody’s grave? How long was I out? Wait, when did Thing get here? Why am I covered in blood?!”

Thing placed himself on Enid’s hand reassuringly and shook his wrist before signing, When I arrived, you weren’t around, and Wednesday was unconscious.

Enid spun to Wednesday, “Wait you were unconscious?!”

“And you don’t remember who attacked you?”

“I WAS ATTACKED?!” Enid started hyperventilating.

Friday, ignoring the other two’s conversation, plopped down next to Enid with a washcloth and started scrubbing the blood off of her face and arms.

Enid jerked away, “What are you doing?! Why is she here?!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was your emotional support blood!” Friday said in mock innocence. “Here madam, would you like it back?” she shoved the bloody cloth into Enid’s face.

“Friday don’t-” Wednesday snatched the rag from Friday’s hand, but she was too late. With a small whimper, Enid collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

“Whoops,” Friday blinked, surprised.

“Great, look at what you did,” Wednesday sighed in frustration, “Do you happen to have any smelling salts around here?”

“Nope, hey, aren’t werewolves known for their love of rending flesh from bone? Shouldn’t she be fine with blood?”

“Yeah well, Enid’s special,” Wednesday grunted as she grabbed Enid from under her shoulders. “Grab her legs.”

“What?! Why do I have’ta?” Friday whined.

Wednesday glared at her cousin, “Consider it payment due for your thoughtless actions.”

Friday pouted but did as she was asked, “Fine but I feel like you still owe me.”

“Not for this, but I am about to ask you a favor.”

Friday groaned, knowing that any favor of Wednesday’s would require work. And she hated work.

The girls attempted to sneak themselves back into the school without notice.

However, it would be made apparent within the next few days that someone must’ve seen them, and rumors spread of seeing two hobgoblins sneaking a dead body into the school.

***~***

“Enid, wake up,” Wednesday attempted to shake the werewolf awake, but to no avail. She reached for her smelling salts and just as she undid the cap, the werewolf jolted up awake gagging.

“Put that away! Put it away!” Enid yelled, grabbing her sensitive nose and rolling around on the floor.

Wednesday had already closed the bottle the second Enid had woken up, now she was lighting one of Enid’s favorite candles, steak tartare scented. It was Wednesday’s turn to wrinkle her own nose, but she pushed past it.

“How are you feeling?” Wednesday asked.

“Major confused right now!”

“Well, you aren’t the only one.”

There was a long pause as they started thinking about the events of the day. Enid pulled her knees to her chest, and pulled Wednesday’s jacket tighter around her.

“What happened?” Enid mumbled.

Wednesday pinched the bridge of her nose, “Let’s retrace our steps…. We found Goody’s grave and opened it. You remember that, right?”

Enid nodded.

“And then I said I found a knife and you wanted me to hurry up because it was starting to get cold.”

“Yeah.”

“What happened after that for you?”

Enid was silent for a long time before she finally spoke, “I heard something in the woods, and then everything went black. And the next thing I know I’m-” Enid’s face went bright red and fumbled through the rest of her sentence, “I-I’m in the greenhouse being manhandled….by a…. plant.”

Wednesday noticed Enid’s change in demeanor, Antony must’ve really scared her. No, this whole night must’ve scared her.

“Sorry about that, African Stranglers, especially ones raised by an Addams, are curious creatures but they are benign, I swear your life wasn’t in danger,” Wednesday tried to reassure her friend.

“Oh there was danger alright…” Enid mumbled.

Danger of a certain line being crossed, bah stupid brain, stupid dream! Enid started tapping her feet in annoyance with herself.

Wednesday glanced at Thing, some anxiety seeping into her face. She thought Enid was mad, and didn’t know where it was being aimed. To Wednesday, this situation was her fault. However, she could see if Enid placed the blame on her cousin instead, considering what Antony did.

The reality? Both were idiots. Plain and simple.

Thing could only shrug at Wednesday, he wasn't a mind reader, only a hand. The best he could do was palm read.

“So, what about you? You didn’t tell me your side,” Enid’s words broke Wednesday from her thoughts.

Wednesday was silent, she mulled over if it was safe to tell Enid her vision, but ultimately decided it was alright.

“After I grabbed the knife, I had a vision.”

Enid shifted a little closer to Wednesday on the floor, giving her full attention, “And? What happened?”

“First I was in a black void, then….. I saw Goody. In three different stages of her life. One was her killing Crackstone, one with her as an adult in a meeting, and the last….. Her death,” Wednesday picked up the sheathed knife and started twirling it in her fingers. “It seems like she fell by this exact knife actually.”

Enid comically gulped, “What do you think she was trying to tell you?”

“Well, her death seems to be caused by a traitor,” Wednesday glanced at her satchel, where her cellphone was hidden. “So I guess I better watch my back.”

Enid saw the slight anxiety in her friend’s eyes, so she got up to clap her reassuringly on the shoulder, “Don’t worry Wednesday! Thing and I won’t let anything happen to you!”

Wednesday eyed her wearily, “You I can trust. Thing, on the other hand, needs to find his way back into my good graces.”

Thing did an irritated dance on the table.

“Well then don’t get distracted by the next set of long, slender fingers that crawl by you next time,” Wednesday said darkly.

Thing stopped dancing to kick the ground shyly.

Enid laughed at their antics, but jerked her hand away from Wednesday’s shoulder, “AH! I’m sorry I got blood on your clothes!”

Wednesday smirked, checking out the slight stain of red left on the white part of her shirt, “Blood doesn't bother me-”

Wednesday stopped mid-sentence as she witnessed the bloodied handprint on her shoulder started to smoke. The red blood started to peel away from the cloth, as if being suctioned off, and then flitted and evaporated into the air in a small puff of purplish black smoke.

Before Wednesday could even process the strange occurrence that just happened, she heard Enid scream.

When Wednesday turned her head, she was met with her roommate being engulfed in the same purple smoke. But just as quickly it started, it all vanished. All the bloodied residue was gone, as if it was never there to begin with.

Enid stood there bugged eyed and frozen, with Wednesday mirroring her with her own flabbergasted expression.

Enid was the first to break the silence, waving her hands frantically as if she was trying to shake something gross off, “Ew, ew, ew, EW! Nope, that’s it! I’m done! I’m done with this day!”

Enid ran over to her side of the room and began grabbing a bunch of different items.

“Enid, what are you doing?”

“I am going to take a shower and go to bed!”

“Enid, we have to get up in 3 hours.”

“I’LL POWER NAP!” Enid yelled, racing out and slamming the door behind her.

***~***

The light streaming into the dorm room burned Wednesday’s eyes. She wished she had the power to fight the sun and cast the world into eternal night. Not because it was waking her up, she was just a fan of the night.

Wednesday had been awake for the rest of the night, catching up on the schoolwork she was behind on. But really it had been because she was on edge after being chased by the monster, not that she would admit to anyone that was the case.

At the cue of her roommates barrage of upbeat alarms, Wednesday dragged herself from her desk and performed her usual routine. She took the time to check the phone that Xavier had gotten her, but there were no new messages. Wednesday felt a mixture of relief and anxiety at the silence.

Unbeknownst to Wednesday’s friends at Nevermore, Wednesday had found herself a stalker. One that seemed to want her killed, at least that’s what their previous messages seemed to imply.

They’re previous messages had shown her interacting with Tyler and Xavier, with Xavier’s being right as she got her new phone only moments prior. It was then followed by a message claiming they would be watching her and a moving picture of her with a knife being thrown through her head.

On one hand, Wednesday wouldn’t mind a little cat and mouse game, on the other hand…. Well, let’s just say some complications had arisen in her life, so this would be an inconvenience instead of a fun game for her.

The other issue was, the stalker going silent might indicate they were bored and didn’t feel like keeping the ruse up. Or more likely, they wanted to be sneaky, so they could strike at any moment.

Another barrage of alarms pulled Wednesday out of her reverie, she put her phone away, deciding it was time to finish up her usual routine with Enid.

Enid set alarms, slept through every single one, Wednesday would be the first to wake up, usually because of said alarms, and after getting ready would have to wake her roommate up in turn. Day after day.

It was a common occurrence in the dorm room, to the point that, at the end of the previous semester, Enid even made mention to Wednesday on how she’d miss her cold, dead stare waking her up in the morning.

“Enid, wake up,” Wednesday hovered over her unconscious roommate, slapping the sleeping girl’s phone screen as another Korean pop song blared from her alarm app. She then moved her hand from the phone screen, to the sleeping werewolf’s shoulder and shook. “Get up.”

Enid’s head rocked back and forth with each shake, but did not stir from her slumber.

Wednesday sighed, Enid was a borderline supernaturally heavy sleeper, and it made getting to class a great obstacle.

Should I just pinch her until she wakes? No, no, she hates pain, and I will definitely get an earful. Wednesday looked towards the window and thought, Maybe I’d have time to run and get a wheelbarrow, and just push her there as is? No no, then she’ll get mad because of her appearance. But I can’t leave her, she’ll get mad if I let her sleep in.

As Wednesday stood there, pondering how to wake Enid up, Enid jostled in her sleep. Her bangs moved from her face.

Wednesday froze, without her makeup on, Wednesday now had clear visibility of the scars. Without realizing, she leaned forward to get a better look.

They were pink, closed, and looked like they had been healing well. A small bubble of relief floated into Wednesday, but was easily swept away by her other emotions.

There was something gnawing at her, it was the same feeling she’d gotten when Enid stormed out of their dorm room last semester. When she went to room with Yoko. It left a sour taste in Wednesday’s mouth; she didn’t like it.

But there was something else, something greater than that sour feeling. It was a strange warmth. Another feeling Wednesday couldn’t quite place. But she felt it was something akin to wonder.

The warmth and sour mixed in her, crashing into each other, fighting for dominance until-

Enid sighed dreamily in her sleep.

The warmth won. Curiously, Wednesday reached her hand out, and touched Enid’s cheek with the back of her index finger. She softly stroked Enid’s cheek, feeling her soft skin and the grooves of her scar under her finger. Wednesday had lost herself in utter fascination.

“Mffgnf,” Enid mumbled in her sleep.

Wednesday wrenched her hand away as if it had been electrocuted, but with a much more satisfying after shock. She held her hand by the wrist, afraid of it having a mind of its own again, and feeling like she’d done something she shouldn’t have. The sour feeling started dripping back into her consciousness.

She clenched her teeth, trying to push back the feeling and regain control of herself.

This is ridiculous, just wake Enid up and get on with this accursed day.

Wednesday bent back down again, and shook Enid, but to still no avail. Wednesday looked up at Enid’s wall of posters, and her eyes landed on that one pop band Enid liked. Seventeen.

A very stupid idea flashed into Wednesday’s head, normally she would ignore such an idea, but she was short on time and decided anything was worth it.

“Enid. That Seventeen band you like is breaking up-”

“NO!” Enid shot forward, her forehead colliding with Wednesday’s chin, sending the latter girl flying.

Wednesday flew back and crumpled towards the ground, facing away from Enid’s bed..

Enid, not aware of what she just did, fumbled for her phone, to see if such a catastrophic event was true.

Thing, who had been watching from Wednesday’s table for some time, looked on in amusement.

His amused ‘expression’ melted when he made eye contact with the gray-scaled girl, who was glaring at him from the floor. It seemed she realized he saw everything.

For one small brief moment, Thing couldn’t help but picture Wednesday as a cat who just got caught falling off the sofa and was now embarrassed. He was going to keep that to himself of course, lest he find himself buried in another grave.

“Ah that was scary,” Enid flopped back on her bed in relief, phone in hand, “I just had a horrible dream that my favorite band just broke- What are you doing?”

Enid looked at Wednesday, still crumpled on the ground.

“Looking for a rat I just saw,” Wednesday responded in a monotone, still looking Thing.

Enid squeaked, “R-rat?! Is there one in here?” She pulled her legs to her chest, afraid of tiny vermin.

“I don’t know, but I’ll kill it if I find it,” Wednesday said through clenched teeth, “Thing, did you see anything?”

Thing shook his wrist violently. He’d never dream of ratting Wednesday out.

“Then my mistake, it was just my imagination,” Wednesday replied more calmly, picking herself up and dusting off her uniform, “Hurry up Enid, we’re going to be late.”

“Late?”

Then Enid looked at her phone and her eyes bugged out as she scrambled off her bed and dove into her closet.

“I’m going to wait outside,” Wednesday mumbled, motioning to Thing to follow her. She tried to ignore the sour feeling as she caught a glimpse of Enid grabbing her makeup kit.

***~***

“...and so they’re totally dating now,” Enid rambled on, “but he’s not taking it too well, so there’s like all that drama! Oh, and then-”

Wednesday attempted to block the werewolf out to no avail; Enid had taken it upon herself to ‘catch Wednesday up on everything she missed,’ despite Wednesday’s protests.

Wednesday wondered how her roommate was such a morning person, especially with her running on such little sleep, and despite being a deep sleeper.

“Where do you get all this energy from?”

“And then she was all like- Energy? I dunno, it just comes naturally!”

“Astounding.”

“Here,” Enid shoved a small bottle into Wednesday’s hand, “I snagged some of these for you yesterday during lunch. You’ve been looking a bit dead-well, deader than usual.”

Wednesday looked down to see a horrifically neon, little bottle. It was an energy drink.

“It’s no quad, and it tastes horrible, but it’ll give you the energy you need!”

Wednesday glared down at the bottle, unsure if she should drink it. When she opened it up, it smelt like a vial of poison that Pugsley tried to poison her with when they vacationed in the Bahamas one year. It was probably best not to chance drinking it.

“Hey! Wednesday! Enid! Wait up!” the girls could hear Xavier’s voice cut through the corridor.

Wednesday took the shot of the energy drink, hoping it’d kill her.

“Man, am I glad to see you again!” Xavier yelled as he jogged over to the girls. Behind him, a smaller boy was shadowing him. It was Pugsley.

Xavier had his arms outstretched, as if ready for a hug, but quickly put them down at his sides when he saw Wednesday’s glare, remembering how she felt about touching. But that didn’t stop his grin.

“So you decided to come back! And you brought your brother!” he pulled Pugsley into a one armed, side hug. “Did you know that the Pugster and I are roommates?”

Pugsley's eyes widened and he said eyed the longer haired boy with a grimace.

“Considering my brother’s luck, I didn’t need to be psychic to guess.”

“Pugster? Do you think you're cool?” Pugsley muttered under his breath, unamused.

Xavier's smile faltered into an embarrassed frown, “Ah, I guess you must’ve caught on. I am one of the coolest guys in school,” he nodded solemnly. “But don’t let that intimidate you, Pugs! You’re still my roommate.”

Pugsley shrugged Xavier off and looked at Enid curiously.

Enid held out her hand to greet her best friend’s little brother, “Hello Pugsley, I’m Enid. I don’t think I’ve had the chance to introduce myself.”

Pugsley looked at Enid’s hand as if he was inspecting a live bomb, unsure how his body would react to her rainbow nail polish. Then his face lit up like he connected some unknown dots.

“So you’re the one who sent Aunt Omar to the hospital with that glitter bomb!” Pugsley looked at her in amazement.

“Wait. Hospital?!” Enid’s smile and hand dropped. “Wednesday you didn’t mention I sent one of your relatives to the hospital!”

Wednesday smirked, “I told you made quite a scene.”

“Is she alive?!” Enid’s face was starting to turn white from anxiety.

“Undecided.”

Enid paled even more.

“Don’t worry, she was already undecided even before that!” Pugsley said optimistically, thinking that would calm the werewolf.

It didn’t. Enid let out a whimper, surely Wednesday’s family hates her now.

“Do they hate me?”

“My family? No. Me? Yes,” Wednesday teased, but it was hard to tell due to her normal monotone cadence.

“WHAT?! Why do you-”

“Should’ve gone bigger, I wished for more carnage. Should’ve taken more of them out,” Wednesday smirked. “It’d save me some trouble.”

“Yeah, don’t worry! The family had a party at the hospital, they thought it was fun!” Pugsley added, “Oh yeah you missed it Wednesday! So, when we got to the lobby, Cousin Melancholia-”

Pugsley chatted to his sister, filling her in on a lobby visit that she apparently missed out on. Which didn’t escape Enid’s notice, but she filed it away for later.

As she was debating if the situation she put herself in was good or not, Xavier saddled up next to her.

“Glitter bomb?” He whispered to her.

“It’s a whole thing, I was annoyed she was ignoring my texts.���

“Wait, did she end up returning your texts?”

“No, but we did exchange letters.”

“Ah, right, Ajax did say something about that,” Xavier nodded to himself, “Damn, I should’ve thought of that.”

Enid gave him a small smile, then her eyes shifted back to Wednesday. She was still listening to her little brother rattle on and on about something or other. Wednesday didn’t look like she was even listening to him, but Enid knew better.

Wednesday always listened.

***~***

The four students walked into the classroom about five minutes late, but considering the state of the lecture hall, it was probably the least of the teacher’s worries. Well, if there was a teacher there.

All the students were clustered about, talking with their friends. Bags and jackets thrown all around. Not pure chaos, no that would be fun, but still very disorderly.

“What is this pathetic display of madness?” Wednesday muttered.

“Oh yeah, it’s been like this for a week,” Enid spoke nonchalantly as she dragged Wednesday to a vacant desk to set their stuff down.

Pugsley followed and sat down in the set of desks in front of Enid and his sister but grimaced slightly as Xavier sat next to him.

“Why? Is it a study hall?”

“No, well, yes for now. The teacher hasn’t arrived yet. The class has something to do with learning about Normies but, again, no teacher.”

Dissatisfied with the vague explanation, Wednesday started rummaging around in her bag, hoping to find the syllabus, but stopped when she heard a familiar voice.

“Well, well, well, Wednesday Addams. Sort of alive and well I see?” Bianca sauntered over to the duo.

“Just barely,” Wednesday nodded at Bianca.

Bianca smirked at her, before she shifted her eyes to Friday, who was on the other side of the room. Surrounded by a lot of happy looking students.

“Someone seems popular,” Bianca muttered.

Enid noticed the groupies around Friday, “What?! Why?!”

Why would anyone want to hang out with her?! Enid thought. She’d known that the truth got out around school. How Friday held her cousin hostage and almost killed her. Enid understood that’s just how the Addams operated, and seemed chill about it, but anyone outside that family? It didn’t make sense.

“Not as many as there usually are,” mumbled Pugsley, then turned to Wednesday. “Think she’s acting shy?”

Wednesday gave him a very small attempt at a shrug.

“Shy? Not as many? What do you mean by that?” Enid started interrogating.

“Oh, it’s not uncommon to see Friday surrounded by people, usually admirers.”

“Usually,” Wednesday emphasized darkly.

“She’s pretty outgoing and can fit in with Normies sometimes! I don’t know how she does it but she gets it from someone. Her dad’s side? No wait, I think it’s her mom’s side,” Pugsley's eyes started to unfocus as he drifted off into his own world. Trying to envision their family tree Enid presumed.

“Why do you care?” Wednesday asked, not looking at Enid.

“N-no reason,” Enid looked over at Friday’s camp and still was baffled by it all.

All the while, Wednesday glanced at Enid from the corner of her eye, a slight frown formed on her lips. Wednesday didn’t like the attention her cousin was getting from Enid.

“Speaking of your cousin, you and your family aren’t immune to siren songs, are you?” Bianca cut in, but not without noticing Wednesday’s expression.

Pugsley and Wednesday looked at each other, interest peaked, then back at Bianca.

“I don’t know. Why?” Wednesday asked.

“Well, I tried to siren song your cousin into telling us where you were, but nothing happened. She heard what I said, but it seemed to have no effect.”

Pugsley just shook his head, unsure. Wednesday put one hand to her mouth and chin, thinking. Her brow furrowed when she moved a hand to one of her pigtails and twisted it in her fingers.

She shook her head, “No idea, but I’d like to experiment if that’s ok with you.”

“Uh, you want me to siren song you?” Bianca asked uncomfortably.

Siren song-ing a person wasn’t exactly a moral thing, and it was almost borderline illegal. She took a big risk when she tried with Friday, but got off lucky when Friday was a good sport about it.

But having someone’s permission…. Well, that was a different scenario entirely, and Bianca knew Wednesday Addams was too noble to say it was without her consent later.

“Yes, you have my consent. Of course, don’t make it too absurd,” Wednesday gestured to her brother. “Come Pugsley. This is possibly a once in a lifetime event.”

Pugsley looked elated as he scrambled from his desk to stand behind Wednesday. Only the Addamses would be excited about having their mental state altered.

Bianca looked nervous, but when she noticed everyone was too busy doing their own thing she relaxed. She had witnesses anyway, and she’d be discreet. Plus, a very interesting idea had popped into her head, and decided to throw caution to the wind.

Bianca took her necklace off and looked at the two goth students, and a very mischievous grin grew on her face.

She leaned down next to Wednesday’s ear and whispered her a song. A slight pink aura appeared around her eyes. But instead of a more dazed look that someone under a siren’s spell would usually look like they are under, Wednesday's eyes were wide and shocked.

She awkwardly turned around to face Pugsley and Enid’s direction, and jerked her body forward as if it was trying to walk but something was holding her back.

She was inches away from Pugsley when she dove past him and clutched at the edge of the desk Enid was next to. Her shoulders twisted and jerked as if they were trying to will her up, but Wednesday just stayed kneeling at her desk until the contortions finally subsided.

When Wednesday finally looked back at her friends, she had a look of absolute murder aimed right at Bianca.

“You want to die, Barclay?” Wednesday aimed her murderous glare at Bianca.

Bianca took a few steps back, her hands raised in surrender, “Hey now, it was just a joke! You didn’t specify what I couldn’t do,” the siren chuckled nervously.

Wednesday slowly took a step towards the other girl, “I said nothing absurd!”

“Oh come on, that wasn’t absurd! You’re just a bit too uptight, live a little!” waved away Wednesday's agitation, but despite her cool demeanor a small bead of sweat ran down her back.

Enid, not wanting Wednesday to be expelled from fighting Bianca, and also not wanting Bianca’s blood all over the floor, reached out and grabbed Wednesday’s shoulder.

Wednesday jerked away like a startled cat.

It was Enid’s turn to put her hands up in surrender, “Woah sorry! Um, don’t murder her? You just got here and I don’t want you to get expelled.”

Before Wednesday could argue, a cold, loud voice boomed into the room.

“Alright students! Back to your seats! NOW!” Principal Orlock walked in, or more like glided, it was hard to tell with the long robe he had on.

Students scattered and scrambled to find a seat, with Bianca choosing this as a great time to make an escape. Enid grabbed the fuming Wednesday by the arm and pulled her towards the desk they already chose earlier.

Once all the students were settled, Orlock began to speak again.

“I know all of you have been on the edge of your seat waiting for this class to start up. It came to my attention that your new teacher arrived late last night. So I’d like to give a nice warm welcome to your new “Normies and Outcasts Relations Teacher,”” Principal Orlock gestured to the doorway.

The principal began clapping, some students joined in halfheartedly, but stopped when the new teacher actually walked in.

He was a well-dressed man in a suit, with a fedora cap, somewhere in his 50s with graying hair. He looked like a total normie. He held a confident smile, even when his welcome was ice cold.

As he walked to the front of the class, Enid and Wednesday could hear the students gossiping.

“Another Normie?!” one exclaimed.

“What are they thinking, especially with last semester?!” another protested.

“What’s with that stupid fucking hat?” muttered annoyed.

“What’s for lunch today?” An oblivious one questioned.

Enid tried to reign in her own prejudice, wanting to give the man a chance. It was hard, considering the last Normie teacher they had tried to kill everyone in school, but most importantly her best friend Wednesday.

Enid looked over at Wednesday, wondering if she was having the same thoughts as everyone else, but she was startled when she saw Wednesday’s expression.

Wednesday had her hand over her mouth, her arm resting on the desk, but her eyes were as big as saucers. Since Enid couldn’t read half of her face, she wasn’t sure if it was surprise or shock or something else.

Well…. This can’t be good. Enid thought to herself.

The man approached the principal and shook his hand, then turned to the chalkboard and wrote his name: Sam Hilliard.

He put the chalk down, and went to the desk up front and leaned both arms against it, almost like a politician.

“Salutations students, my name is Samuel Hilliard. I will be your teacher for Normies and Outcasts Relations,” he wore a confident smile, not dissuaded by the atmosphere at all. Enid was sure this man was more like a politician than a teacher.

Mr. Hilliard, put a hand up in a ‘stop’ gesture, almost like he was swearing an oath on the desk, and put on a grave face, “I’ve heard about what happened last year with your previous teacher, and it is a grave…GRAVE shame. But worry not, I will not betray your trust like Ms. Thornhill did.”

The students were giving each other disgusted faces.

“Oy! What the hell is the school thinking with this bullshit?!” One student protested.

“No way our parents would approve of this!”

“I’m gonna have my mommy take this issue to the board!” A pompous student yelled.

“Actually, our board and our parent council all agreed on this after the events of Ms. Thornhill. We believe it is necessary to make sure something like this never happens again,” Orlock stepped in, silencing the disturbed students.

Mr. Hilliard’s smile didn’t waver, determined to put the students at ease, “We believe that the issue at hand is the lack of understanding between the factions, and the fear that it brings. We want to bridge that gap! When you graduate, you will find that you will interact with Normies and they’ll interact with Outcasts. Our goal is to showcase that we aren’t all so different when it comes down to it, we all want to make a living and live our best lives.

I want to showcase to both sides, there is nothing to fear. As long as we can come together, work and understand each other, then anything is possible!”

The students were silent for a long time after his speech, still unsure about him.

“So, you're saying you aren’t afraid of us?” One werewolf student asked.

Mr. Hilliard chuckled, “Of course not! You may be different from me, as I am to you, but there’s nothing you can do that would scare me as much as any Normie could!”

The students were still silent, not really believing this guy or what he was peddling.

Principal Orlock cleared his throat, and handed Mr. Hilliard a notebook, “Perhaps you should take attendance sir and finish the orientation.”

Mr. Hilliard sighed, “Oh I suppose you’re right. Ahem-Abigail Aaron?”

“Here.”

“Ronald Abbott?”

“I’m here.”

“Lori Acre?”

“Here.”

Mr. Hilliard paused, blinking twice at the next name with a slightly amused look, “Friday, Ad-” he cut off and went very silent.

After clearing his throat a few times, he continued, “F-Friday Ad-Addams.”

“Present,” Friday raised her hand, giving the man an inquisitive look, confused by his behavior.

Mr. Hilliard looked at the girl for only a brief moment and hastily looked back at his paper, chuckling and coughing nervously.

“Y-yes, I see. Ahem well let’s continue,” he seemed to regain his composure enough to move onto the next name, “Now is there a Puh-”

Mr. Hilliard stopped again as if the air had just vanished from his lungs.

He began to look ill, visibly green. Sweat started pooling down his face, as he grabbed at the collar of his shirt, pulling it away to let some ventilation in. His breathing became erratic, as he started to hyperventilate.

“Puh-puh-puh-Pugsley!” He managed to squeak, “I-i-is th-th-there a Puh-puh-Pugsley Addams here?”

Enid saw Pugsley’s hand shoot up in enthusiasm, “Oh! Oh! Here Mr. Hilliard, I’m here!” The younger boy said, waving his hand and pointing at himself ecstatically.

One of Mr. Hilliard’s legs seemed to have given out, as he stumbled and had to catch himself on the desk, he was near. He was barely able to pull himself up as he greeted the boy, “I-I see, y-you’re here,” he gulped then muttered, “N-nobody said y-you’d b-b-be here.”

Mr. Hilliard tried to take some deep breaths, but they did not calm him. He gripped the paper in his hand, afraid to keep reading. But he continued nonetheless, as if there was a gun to his head.

“N-n-now i-i-is th-there a-,” all color drained from the man’s face as he read the next name, “Wuh-Wednesday A-Add-Addams?”

Everyone turned to look at Wednesday, Mr. Hilliard following their gazes.

Wednesday sat there, eyes still wide, and then slowly removed her hand from her mouth. Revealing her own maniacal grin as she raised her hand.

“Here.”

The sound of Mr. Hilliard’s fainting body could be heard throughout the halls.

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A/N: (for the tumblr crowed, TT0TT sorry for the late post again, I posted it very late on the other sites then was kinda asleep all of sunday orz)

Your right Enid, this isn’t going to be good….FOR HIM!

Anyway, Enid feels like the type of person who would have a cheesy dream like that I dunno. u_u (don’t worry guys, no NTR will happen, I’m not about that and they’re all too dense for that to happen, but I think dreams be doing funny things is funny. Silly head fat firing off weird chemicals that make you wanna smooch your bff, totally normal haha…right? …right????? ).

Uhhhhh as for Enid sleeping in and Wednesday waking her up, WEDNESDAY seems to hint that Wed wakes her up in the morning so that’s my take on how it usually goes down.

Also, ugh I’mma hate writing anything dealing with any politics with this….it doesn’t help that WEDNESDAY hasn’t gone super deep within the show and Normie/Outcast situation either. TT0TT I barely have anything to build off on and I’m not good with this kinda stuff. But I’mma try my best! (it’s not a main focus don’t worry, and the class isn’t going to be a big thing like we’re gonna sit through lectures lksajdflkja, it’s more a device to bring Mr. Hilliard in).

Btw I am changing the intermissions up juuuuuust a tad (you’ll get a lot more writing from the letters, that’s all I’ll say on that ;U)

I’m also in the process of making another Wenclair fanfic (this is still my top priority, it’s just I’ll slowly chip away at the other one when I need a change of pace). It’ll be a rewrite of S1, and a slowburn Wenclair one (but it’ll burn A LOT faster than this fic). But who knows maybe you’ll get another fanfic next Sat. TT0TT

Fun Fact 1: Antony is based off of Morticia’s Cleopatra (specifically animated and live action 90s TV shows). I was going to give him vines but then I remembered some people on the internet are weird. :’( *bonks them*

Fun Fact 2: “Are you trying to be cool” is kind of a reference to what Pugsley asked Lucas in the Addams Family Musical.

Fun Fact 3: Sam L. Hilliard is a slight recurring character in the 60s show (he was named Mr. Hiller in the 90s version, but he’s not Sammy boi I don’t care), appearing in 3 episodes (including the pilot where he gets Weds and Pugs to go to school). And let me tell you, he’s like my fav. I wished he was more of a recurring character. He’s hilarious. He’s a great foil for the Addamses. The best straight man who loses it. I needed more of him. I want this man to know no rest. I want him to suffer. I love him. TT0TT Anyway he was originally a truant officer, turned wannabe politician, turned head of a school board, turned headmaster of a private school.

Time for the intermission……

#wednesday season 2 #wenclair #wenclaire #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday 2022 #wednesday (netflix) #wednesday (2022) #hyde in the shadows #salty writes

[saltygirafe]

I Will Lay Me Down

ohohohohoho the game's been out and a whole weekend has passed so I am posting the first chapter of this gigantic thing that's been my obsession as I continue QA on the game hehehehe

It's a Shadowheart POV fic with my own Tav character, Verena. HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE GAME. Be warned. DO NOT READ if you're not done/don't want to know.

Summary: Shadowheart is bound by duty, with one objective in mind: finding a cure for this tadpole so she can get back to Baldur's Gate with the artifact. As instructed. Things are made complicated when her path meets that of another cleric, adorned in the silver stars of Selûne herself. Especially when, far from her peers, Shar's guidance gets quieter. But she wouldn't be swayed so easily, would she?

It'll go over the entire game's narrative in a multi-part series because I had too much time to sit on this and it's devolved into a monster of a thing. Enjoy this obsession with me?

#bg3 spoilers #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 shadowheart #salty writes #oc: verena mournbarrow

[rawrsatthetree]

I’ve seen people compare Julian Devorak to Astarion, and honestly I think you’re all embarrassing wrong.

Gale Dekarios is Julian Devorak.

Astarion is Count Lucio

#I could write a 10 page mla cited paper about this #you either don’t get Jules #or more likely you’re woobifying Astarion #i said what i said #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #astarion #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #the arcana game #the arcana #julian devorak #count lucio #the fact that Lucio can either become better and become an adventure or he can become the literal devil that takes over the city #he’s need to discard his old self and grab for power by making deals with devils #Gale is a genuine that loves wine his cat and his mom #julian is a genious that loves salty bitters his old dog and his sister #both Gale and Julians need to self sacrifice to prove their worth

[phoenix--flying]

boy am i having fun making bitty references to the show in this LMAO

#luke castellan #percy jackson #chris rodriguez #pjo #ta percabeth au #phoenix writing scraps #i LOVED chris being a salty mf in the show i HAD to add it to this LMMAOOOO #i love him my boy <33

[ccarrot]

I wish chuuya was actually a scary monstery vampire i wish the "babe this isn't you" speech was real i wish vampire chuuya bit dazai and turned him too and then NLH kicks in when Dazai ressurects bc of the vampirism healing properties and then he cures the vampirism and injuries for the both of them and that would lead you to believe that if the vampire infectiom was cured for anyone they would somehow be alive again amd we could have had a messier more crazy end to that arc. If only you were really a vampire chuuya bc that could have been so cool storywise but also i think it would be really neat if you were a scary grotesque creature and bited people and had blood all over your face and really sharp teeth and acted like a feral beast only to be normal again after a confession of true love and a homoerotic neck biting scene if only if only if only if only..

#im so unsatisfied with chuuya's role in meursault arc dont mind me #im too obsessed with him naturally im salty at the mid and cheesy writing decisions that completely underutilized him

[thesightstoshowyou]

When you leave comments like this:

here’s what I see:

“I don’t actually appreciate the work you put into writing this fic. I don’t think about the time, the care, the love, the effort it takes to write something this intensive. Just drop everything you’re doing to give me, specifically, more, more, more.”

There is no next part, commenter. This is part 6, the final installment of a multichapter fic I’ve been working on for 3 years, with many other fics that branch off of this concept. This is the hardest I’ve worked on any story in my entire 30-some years of writing. I love it with all my heart.

Now, I don’t actually believe you intend these comments to come off this way. You don’t mean to discourage me, or to leave a sour taste in my mouth, or to make me consider ending everything I’m currently working on and deleting this blog forever.

So, let me help you. In the future, when you comment on a writer’s work, try this instead:

“I loved this! I particularly liked (insert favorite part here). This made me feel (insert emotions here). Thank you so much for blessing my dash with this masterpiece. I would love to see more of these characters.”

This is so much more constructive. I’ve received comments like this before and, let me tell you, I got to work on that next chapter almost immediately (even if I hadn’t originally planned to write one).

On that note, thank you to the people who have stuck with me this long, who leave amazing comments, who reblog, who keysmash in the tags. You encourage me and make this all worth it ❤️

#writing problems #sights speaks #i’m salty #I’ve gotten like 5 of these same type of comments in the past few weeks and it makes me lose all motivation every time #also #read the rules #check the Masterlist before commenting #this will save your favorite writers so much sanity #patience is a virtue #art is love #anyway #back to bloodfest

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

so to spite this loser of an anon sending me bs and saying that I have no bf as a result (what a tragedy), I’ve decided to do a face reveal of our wedding day 🥰

#you got offended because I told salty anons to fuck off lmaoooo #tell me you’re a 12 y/o without telling me you’re a 12 y/o #plus they were shook that someone as old as 26 was writing smut like fuck offffff #anyway moving on #Kat rambles

[saltywithsarcasm]

This was only meant to be like 5,000 words; What happened? I’m still not done.

#Luffy causes Lucci to have midlife crisis #ao3 #it’s a one piece fic #salty writes #one piece

[swiftsaltsweet]

Wednesday Season 2: Hyde in the Shadows

Episode 2A: A Woeful Reunion

Prev Episode

Characters: Wednesday and Enid (ft returning chars and new OCs)

Pairing: Wenclair

Important info: VERY Slow Burn, Canon Compliant (with season 1), read A/N For more details on everything.

Summary:  Stalking, murders, troubling visions, sins of the past, and a little bit of kidnapping. Wednesday’s start of the second semester isn’t a normal one, but when is her life ever “normal?” Wednesday has new mysteries to solve and catastrophes prevent, with the help of her overly enthusiastic roommate Enid, she just has to deal with some annoying relatives first.

Other Sites: AO3 and Fanfic.net

A/N: First off, RIP to Lisa Loring. :( I loved your Wednesday and I’ll miss you. ;w;

Sorry for the late upload on here/tumblr, I did post it on Saturday on AO3/Fanfic/Quotev tho! 

Not beta read, we’ll live or die by my ghostly hands! ;w;/

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“Long time no see…..cuz!”

“What?!” Enid felt her, and her onlookers exclaimed at the same time.

Ohhhh, it was her cousin! Oho, well that makes a lot more sense than some creature- Wait why are they trying to kill each other then?! Enid all but screamed in her head.

Enid got a good look at Wednesday’s face, her eyes were bloodshot and wild; she had a look in them Enid had never seen before, pure hot wrath. It was definitely the look of someone trying to commit murder.

Enid’s head started to pound, partially from all the revelations that had taken place within less than a minute, and partially from the attempted murder happening above her; she hoped for someone to intervene.

“Lurch, be a dear and separate them would you?” a sultry voice said out of Enid’s sight.

And as if on cue, she could feel an actual higher being, or should I say, taller being, stop the fight. Enid could feel herself being picked up by the scruff of her uniform, and was held in the air like a newborn pup. She was in the right hand of a giant, Frankenstein-ian man, with a thrashing and screeching Wednesday in his left.

“Thank you Lurch,” the sultry voice thanked the giant man, it was Wednesday’s mother, Morticia Addams. She approached the three girls and giant, trailing behind her was her husband and son, Gomez and Pugsley Addams. She was also holding something in her arms.

The monster with the lazy and dead eye groaned in affirmation, at least, that’s what Enid thought.

Wednesday let out another wild screech, and thrashed around some more, but Lurch’s grip did not loosen.

“Now, now, my little scorpion,” the short, relaxed man approached his thrashing daughter, “I know you were having fun, but you know now is not the time.”

Wednesday attempted to kick her father, but he was surprisingly nimble, and dodged her attack. She then attempted rapid fire back kicks against the giant Lurch, but it had as much effect as if she were kicking a wall.

“Your father’s right, dear. Your friends might get jealous of you only playing with your cousin. Plus, you are a tad bit tardy to school,” she patted Wednesday’s forehead, moving the bangs from her daughter’s eyes to reveal a look of wild hatred.

It was then Enid could see what Morticia was holding in her arms. A baby. At least, that’s what Enid assumed, as it was strange seeing a baby with a mustache.

Wednesday must’ve noticed the baby in her mother’s arms as well, since, much to Enid’s confusion and chagrin, she attempted to punt the baby out of her mother’s arms.

It was a failure, as her mother gracefully stepped back in time. But then, as if to aid Wednesday in the assist, her brother Pugsley put his foot out behind his mother in an attempt to trip her. Which resulted in her falling romantically, and safely, into her husband’s arms.

Wednesday rolled her eyes before glaring daggers at her younger brother, who could only shrug at her as if saying ‘I tried!’

The strange mustached baby also seemed to have a brief look of disgust as it gazed at its parent’s public display of affection, then quickly went back to having the same generic baby expression Enid was used to seeing on well….babies.

All while the show was happening, the Doppelgäng-er- Wednesday’s cousin, stood by politely waiting to be acknowledged again. Barely acknowledging the female hand climbing up her side. Enid looked down to see Thing by her dangling feet. He jumped onto her hanging foot and made his way up Enid’s side as well. Enid was happy to see her favorite hand still in one piece.

At some point, the two Addams parents seemed to notice the girl and her hand companion in the middle of their mooning.

“Oh dearest Friday, it’s such a pleasure to see you again,” Morticia approached the girl named Friday with the baby in tow, “And Lady Fingers, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” The female hand did a little bow in acknowledgement.

Enid started coughing in an attempt to hide her laughter. Friday? Really? What was her middle name then? Monday?

She could feel Wednesday looking at her, “Oh, no! It’s, um, it’s a nice name!” she smiled at Wednesday, who glared back at her, “Uh…it’s a horrible name?” Wednesday’s eyes softened a bit, slightly more pleased. Wait, she liked the insult? Or was the latter actually a compliment? Ahhh, I can’t keep up, Enid cried to herself.

“It’s great to see you again too Auntie Morticia, even though it’s only been about a week or so,” Friday smiled angelically at her aunt, who kissed each side of the girl’s cheeks.

Morticia handed the baby over to Friday, who gave the baby a confused expression which turned more fondly, “And look who’s still alive! You’re a real tough one to get rid of, aren’t you, Pubert?”

This time, Enid didn’t make a sound, she just bit her lip so hard that blood started trickling down the side of her chin. She might’ve not liked Friday, but she wasn’t about to make fun of a baby’s name.

“I hope the school has been treating you well?” Gomez asked, taking baby Pubert away from Friday.

“Oh, most definitely! Everyone is so friendly, especially,” Friday took a long pause, staring at Enid and then broke out into a smile, “Emily over there! She was a great tour guide just now, showing me around the school.”

Enid felt like she was getting stabbed, she looked towards Wednesday whose eyes were throwing daggers at her. If looks could kill, Enid knew she’d die from a skinning.

“Emily? Oh dear, was that your name, I could’ve sworn it was ‘Enid,’” Morticia turned to Enid.

“Nope it’s Emily!” Friday beamed.

“Our apologies Emily,” Gomez gave a small apologetic bow.

“It’s Enid!” Threw her hands in the air, then whispered to Wednesday, “And it’s not like that! She’s lying!”

Wednesday narrowed her eyes at Enid, but finally relaxed into her usual, more ‘friendly’ glare.

“Our apologies Enid,” Gomez gave another bow, “Our niece likes to play pranks, I hope she hasn’t been giving you too hard of a time.”

“Hard is putting it lightly,” Enid mumbled.

“You really outdid yourself this time dear,” Morticia chuckled, “Here we thought we just had an energetic bat in the belfry, but it just turned out to be Wednesday!”

Enid looked at Friday with a dumbfounded expression, but quickly let loose a growl when the braided hair girl looked over at her with a smug smile.

“By the way dear, do you have the key? That lock you have on her. Superb! Even I can’t crack it,” Gomez closed his eyes and pinched two of his fingers towards the sky, as if he was complimenting the chef on a finely served meal, “But, Wednesday will need to use her arms and speak while she’s at school. So could you be a dear and unlock her?”

Friday pulled a necklace from under her shirt, it had a small key attached to it, “Certainly, once I feel my life isn’t in any danger.” She smirked at Wednesday and Enid.

“ADDAMS!” a voice boomed from the open doorway. Friday shoved the necklace back under her collar, and everyone turned to where the voice was coming from.

Principal Orlock was stomping his way to the giant gathering, his umbrella cascading a menacing shadow over him.

“Ah, Mr. Orlock! Or should I say Principle? I’ve heard you've been promoted. Congratulations," Morticia cooed, “You deserve it, especially after such a long tenure!”

Orlock was seething before the family, he raised one long, gloved finger, “Addamses! To my office! Now! All of you! That goes for you too Sinclair!” Enid looked at her principal like he was an idiot, of course she was coming. She felt like she was practically welded into Lurch’s grasp.

He whirled around to the group of students and teachers, “Ottinger! Thrope! Upstairs! Now! As for the rest of you, get back to class!”

All the gawkers dispersed as if a bomb had been dropped, Eugene and Xavier sulked behind the Addams as the group followed the raging Principal. The Addams didn’t seem very phased, and Wednesday continued to try to break free, just not as demonic as she had been earlier. Enid just dangled like a misbehaving pup, she’d feel humiliated if she didn’t feel so drained.

When they reached his office, he turned to the group, “Ms. Addams,” three female heads turned to look at him, “Ms. Friday Addams- I believe I was very clear on you not causing a ruckus at our dear school.”

Friday looked back at him innocently and dumbfounded, “Yes, and I haven’t.”

Orlock’s face became very purple, with multiple veins pulsing from him, “And what was that outside?”

Friday furrowed her eyebrows at him, confused, then proceeded to think very, very hard, “Oh! That!”

“Yes, that”

“I was just greeting my family. Is that against the rules?”

Enid thought she could see the white of Principal Orlock’s eyes turning red; they began to bulge out of his sockets as he attempted to maintain an iota of composure, “Before that.”

“Oh!” Friday exclaimed, somehow surprised. She began to think hard again, “Oh you mean how Elizabeth showed me around the school?”

“That’s…. That’s not even close….” …. on either front, she finished in her mind. Enid could all but sigh.

Orlock attempted to smile, but it looked like a menacing grimace, “Oh I guess that is one way you could describe it. She just showed you around the school?”

“Well I guess it did turn into a small game of tag.”

Orlock turned to Enid, exasperated, “Can you tell me why your tour of the school involved you slicing up our floor and leaving holes in our roof and walls?”

Enid shrunk away from Orlock, sweat falling from her palms. What could she say? ‘Oh, I thought that Friday was actually a monster pretending to be Wednesday; so we were trying to capture her and interrogate her into telling us Wednesday’s whereabouts and also save the school in the process!’ No, that would be insane, idiotic. Any lie would be better than that.

Enid nervously smiled, “What? No, those were always there!” Except that lie.

Orlock’s eyes began to twitch, “So you’re saying, all those damages were there before?”

Enid’s eyes started darting everywhere they could not to look at her raging principal, “Yes?”

Orlock’s face boiled up to a darker purple, then he put his palm to his face and inhaled. When he removed his hand, he gave the group a friendly smile, but it somehow made him look more dangerous instead.

“Ok, then can you explain why you three are tracking mud and dirt everywhere you go?”

Xavier spoke up, “OH! Geez wow, didn’t even realize we got this dirty! Man, it was hard running from those bees, wasn’t it Eugene?”

Xavier elbowed Eugene, “Y-yeah! Something nearby irritated them, and my smoker wasn’t working, so we had to book it!”

“Ah so it was the beekeeping club activities, am I correct?”

“Yes sir!” the boys exclaimed.

“So, this beekeeping event was so important, you skipped class, and then proceeded to stay out all night? The same beekeeping club that you two aren’t even a part of,” he pointed two long fingers at Enid and Xavier.

The three dirty teens went silent, of course he’d know about their absence, but they had come too far and were far too committed, and just nodded their heads solemnly. There was an audible cracking sound, originating from Orlock’s teeth grinding.

“Bee keeping? I thought you got dirty from digging up those graves,” Friday questioned innocently.

“What?!” Everyone exclaimed to different parties with differing feelings.

“Now she’s telling the truth,” Xavier mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Orlock began fuming again, at a loss for words, but Enid didn’t have time to worry about him. She felt the thrashing next to her stop, and she dared to look over at something much more dangerous. Wednesday was glaring at her.

“What?” Enid whined, “What’s with that look?”

Wednesday made some muffled noises, as if she was trying to talk for once today.

“Are you mad I didn’t go grave robbing with you?”

An affirmed grunt came from Wednesday.

“It wasn’t like that! We were looking for Thing!”

Wednesday grunted again.

“She wasn’t even there! It was just me, Xavier and Eugene!”

Wednesday glared at the two boys.

“Ok fine! We can go grave robbing later! Is that what you want?”

Another affirmed grunt from Wednesday.

“Geez if I knew this is what you’d want in a girls’ night out, I would’ve set it up ages ago.”

Orlock looked at the two girls dumbfounded, “No. No! No, you will not! What are you thinking Sinclair? What are all of you thinking? You can’t just grave rob the good people of Jericho! We need to have a good relationship with them.”

“He is right, children, you never grave rob where you sleep and eat,” Gomez nodded solemnly.

“Well, she did it first!” Eugene pointed at Friday.

“At least I filled my holes back up,” Friday pouted, “I bet you didn’t bother refilling them!”

“That’s not the issue here!” Xavier yelled at her.

“Yeah, you buried Thing!” Eugene backed him up, “How could you do that?!”

She blinked at the other teens surprised, “I wanted to see if he or Wednesday were faster at breaking free,” she then turned to Wednesday then sounded disappointed, “By the way, Thing already escaped one confinement, the graveyard was his second. You haven’t even escaped one.”

Wednesday let out a low growl before continuing her violent thrashing.

Friday turned back to the teens, specifically Enid, ignoring her cousin, “Anyway, I wouldn’t have been pushed to using the gravesite if it wasn’t for someone breaking into my room.”

Everyone followed Friday’s gaze to Enid, who grew still again.

“You broke into another student’s dorm?” Principal Orlock asked icily.

“‘Broke into’ is a strong word. I just asked Yoko if I could borrow her key and just…. wasn’t truthful as to what I was actually going to do in their room.”

“But you still broke into another student’s room!”

“I thought she was a doppelgänger and that she kidnapped Wednesday and Thing!”

The adults in the room all gasped.

“D-doppelgänger?!” Principal Orlock took a step back, almost cowering at the word.

“One of those ghastly creatures?” Gomez said, shocked.

Morticia put her hand to her mouth with a gasp, “Oh my that is…. The nicest thing anyone has ever said! Friday, I should’ve known you would make such great friends at Nevermore.”

Enid could feel heated daggers coming from Wednesday’s direction again.

Up is down, down is up, maybe I should learn to STFU, Enid cried inwardly to herself.

“I thought so too Auntie, Emilia are such good friends, she even asked me to be her roommate!”

Enid could feel the stillness next to her, and when she looked over, she saw Wednesday glaring at her. To anyone else, they might not have seen a difference, but Enid could. Through the anger Enid saw a flash of pain trickling in. Enid had seen that look before, when she and Wednesday fought that semester prior.

“I mean, to be fair, you were really adamant too, you were practically begging for me to room with you.”

Enid saw another wave of pain flash through Wednesday’s anger and-

“That’s because I thought you were Wednesday!” she blurted out, “I-I thought you were Wednesday, and you had amnesia or something and that’s the ONLY reason. I only want Wednesday as my roommate!”

Enid looked back at Wednesday, whose pain and anger receded from her face. She looked away blankly, and now just jostled herself back and forth.

Friday put a pointed finger to her temple in a thinking pose, “You thought I was Wednesday? Why would you think that?”

Enid now looked at Wednesday’s cousin, anger flaring up, “Because you said you were!”

“No, I didn’t,” she said without emotion. Just pure emptiness.

“What?” Enid was taken aback by her mood swings again, “B-b-b-bu-but you said your memories-”

“Oh, I did get electrocuted, and it did affect my memories. But you just assumed it was somehow Wednesday losing her memories. I also never said I was Wednesday,” Friday stared blankly into each teens’ eyes.

You three, and your friends, were the ones who came to that conclusion all on your own. Then you came to the conclusion that I was a doppelgänger. You imposed all your misconceptions onto me all by yourself.”

The three teens began re-running all the events in their heads. It was true, she never personally claimed she was Wednesday but-

Friday giggled, back to her cheery personality, “But I guess I never did anything to deny your very obvious claims either.”

Enid heard a snap go off inside her head, and then let out a roar, unable to take the girl’s mind games anymore. With a sudden boost of strength she attempted to pull herself from the giant’s grasp, “That! Is! it! I’m ripping your head off!”

Lurch tried to steady himself as he handled the raging werewolf, in the surprise he dropped Wednesday so he could use his full strength to hold the werewolf back.

Rattle. Clink. Thunk.

Wednesday, now free from Lurch’s grasp, lunged forward towards Friday, who easily sidestepped the bound Wednesday, expecting another headbutt. But in her attempts to sidestep, she found herself right where Wednesday’s newly freed left arm was, and found her throat getting smashed into her cousin’s bicep. They quickly tumbled to the floor, with Wednesday having the high ground, who delivered a good handful of punches before being yanked off of her bleeding cousin by the Principal.

“Wednesday! Control yourself,” her mother chided, “We are in a meeting, wait until after.”

Lurch dropped Enid and proceeded to pick Wednesday back up, who was now clawing and twisting at the lock on her mask.

“No!” Orlock yelled, completely exasperated by the situation, “No you will not! There will be no more fighting on this campus! Or off campus for that matter! Not when you are within this town and school!”

He turned to the group, “You will all be expelled if I see any more fighting! Anything that will cause trouble for this school! Do you understand me?”

“What about school activities?” Friday mumbled, pulling the key-necklace from her shirt, “Like fencing club and other such things?”

Orlock let a whistle of air out through his nose, trying, and succeeding to hold in his anger, “You aren’t allowed to kill each other.”

Friday looked at the principal with the same disgust as if you would order to lick a sewage pipe.

“But that’s half the fun,” Pugsley whined.

“Children, children,” Gomez soothed them, “This is the real world. You have to learn to play by their rules. Even if they do seem unfair.”

All the non-Addames in the room felt the life drain from their eyes, having about up to here with the family’s shenanigans.

Enid was brought back to life by something smacking her in her face, she fumbled to catch whatever it was, and realized she held the key that Friday had on her person. She looked up to see Friday lazily pointing to something to the left of Enid.

Enid looked over at Wednesday, who was now frantically clawing at the mask, her knees dropping to the ground as Lurch released the struggling teen, not sure what to do. Enid quickly rushed over, and after pinning Wednesday’s hands to the side, she found the keyhole and unlocked the mask that was suffocating her friend.

The tight mask fell to the floor, the insides looking like it was made to gag the person, and suffocate them if certain pieces were moved. Wednesday gasped for air, her lips a slight tinge of blue. Enid hovered over her friend, offering her arm to help Wednesday up when she was ready.

“Can the ‘no killing’ rule start now?” Friday asked innocently, “She technically moved the mechanism in the mask when she started punching me.”

Orlock could only sigh and wave his hand. Enid glared at Friday, the other Addamses might’ve been ok with trying to kill each other, but Enid wasn’t ok with anyone trying to kill Wednesday. And from the look on her face, apparently, neither was Wednesday.

Friday caught Enid’s glare, and then answered Enid’s thoughts as if she read her mind, “Hm? Oh, do you think she’s angry at me cause I tried to kill her?” Then she let loose her weird giggle, “She’s upset because I wasn’t actually trying. I didn’t deign her good enough to even try, and yet she still almost didn’t make it. You’ve really lost your edge lil’ cousin, it’s a bit pathetic.”

Wednesday growled, then said between gasps of air, “No. You’re just. A coward. You don’t. Have the guts. To go through with it.” And apparently, Enid was wrong, Wednesday’s priorities were all kinds of skewed too.

Friday’s giggle fit abruptly stopped, and she glared at Wednesday so menacingly, she looked almost like Wednesday’s exact clone, “Well I guess I can be more serious next time, should be easy since you love to leave your back wide open.”

“My back wasn’t wide open, it was that my look-out turned out to be easier to distract than I thought,” she turned her dangerous glare to Enid’s shoulder, where Thing was perched.

Thing shook, and crawled behind Enid’s back, quivering from Wednesday’s rage.

“Wednesday,” Enid chided her friend, “I’m sure there’s more to it than that! And Thing was really worried about you, you were the first thing he asked about when we saved him!”

Wednesday turned her heated glare towards Enid, but instead of retorting, she melted into a more tired glare. She didn’t have the energy to argue with the blonde werewolf and her damned ideologies.

Friday looked at the two girls’ exchange with an inquisitive look.

“Anyway, I wouldn’t have done it if you just let me play with you! It’s not fair you get to do all those séances by yourself!” Friday whined. Wednesday turned to her cousin, the heated glare returning, eye now twitching, and jaw clenched tightly.

Morticia finally broke the tension in the room, “Dear Principal Orlock, if this is about the damages, we will pay for them.”

Principal Orlock refocused, finally feeling like he had some control of the room again, “That is fine Mrs. Addams, but I still need to punish the children.”

“Of course, do as you see fit.”

“Ms. Addam-” Orlock started, and stopped with three heads turned to him at once, yet again,, he cleared his throat before continuing, “Ms. Friday Addams. You seem to like digging and other such gardening ground work, to the point you even joined the gardening club… Is that correct?”

“Yes sir!” Friday beamed at the principal.

“Well then, I’ll place you on duty to fix the floors and roof of the school along with Eugene.”

Friday and Eugene’s face fell. Then Orlock turned to Xavier.

“You seem to be good with your hands in the artistic sense, but have you ever taken up gardening?”

“N-no, I’ve never done it in my life.”

“Great, you can take care of the newly made garden that’s sprouted up in our front driveway. I want you to remove it and fix the payment. Don’t worry you three, we have materials to fix all of this. May have to order more for the roof though.”

He lastly turned to Enid and Wednesday, “And since you two seem so keen on gravedigging, I’m going to give you the exact opposite of what you want, grave filling. I want you two to fill those holes A-S-A-P! And best not be caught, since you don’t mind the night, I’ll look the other way just this once. ” It looked like no one got a job they seemed keen on doing.

Wednesday seemed unfazed, albeit annoyed by the demand. Enid however felt otherwise.

“But that’s not fair! Wednesday didn’t even do anything wrong, I caused most of the mess. It should just be me.”

Orlock stared at her blankly, “Other than that gruesome display in the front gate of our school, she was also late.”

Enid could only stare with her mouth hanging open, the principal finally turned to Pugsley.

“You were also late, but…. You are new to Nevermore, so I’ll let it slide. Only this once.”

In synch, Wednesday and Friday eyes both widened and snapped their heads in unison, “What?!”

Gomez slapped his palm to his forehead, “Oh right! You were so busy in the library we didn’t get a chance to tell you Wednesday.”

Morticia looked at Friday, “We wanted Wednesday to find out first, but-” she lazily gestured at Wednesday, “So we didn’t tell the rest of the family. I’m sorry for the blindside sweetie.”

Gomez put one arm around his son, grinning, “Starting today, Pugsley is going to be a student at Nevermore!”

Pugsley smiled sheepishly at his sister, “You said I wouldn’t last two months without you and you were right.”

Friday recovered, putting her face back into a neutral mask, but Wednesday’s face maintained her rare gob smacked expression, her eyebrows knitting together as if trying to solve something.

The Principal clapped his hands and smiled, “Now that we have everything settled, why don’t you kids get cleaned up and head back to class. Then after school you can go to your respected stations of punishment. But first, Addamses, you can follow me.”

Enid helped Wednesday up, but she and Thing were soon swept up by her family, Enid and she were going to have to meet up later.

***~***

The principal was showing the family a tour of the school, more for Pugsley’s sake than anyone else’s in the group. He’d brief the two teens on what they’d miss, and that he would have the assignments they missed sent to their room by tomorrow.

Wednesday dragged her feet behind the group, wishing to be in a classroom than here, but was glad to be left alone. At least until her stomach grumbling alerted her caretakers and ruined her quiet mood.

“Oh you must be famished, dear,” Morticia looked at her daughter lovingly, as the family trailed far behind the Principal and Lurch. In which the former was attempting to see if they could engage in conversation with the latter, the action proving to be difficult.

“Pugsley, fetch your sister one of Grandmama’s sandwiches from your bag. That’ll make you feel better, Wednesday.”

Per his mother’s request, Pugsley put his hand into a large satchel and pulled out a strangely pulsating sandwich. It moved and oozed purple liquid, and if you were quiet enough, one could hear a faint scream coming from it.

Wednesday snatched the sandwich from her brother’s hands and hastily scarfed it down, lest it get an attempt to fight back.

As Pugsley handed his older sister a water bottle to quench her thirst, Wednesday noticed her baby brother staring at her from their mother’s arms with wide eyes, almost horrified. All she could do was glare at him.

Gomez clapped his son on his back, “I’m telling you Pugsley, you’re going to love it here!”

“You really think so?” Pugsley looked at his father hopefully.

“When was this decided on?” Wednesday cut in, not looking the least bit pleased.

“It was before you arrived home early from school,” Morticia interjected, eyeing her daughter, “We were going to tell you during our family dinner, but you locked yourself up in the library not long after you came home so we never got the chance.”

Wednesday’s jaw set, and glared at her mother, “I apologize mother, I was just interested to see if there were any more family secrets that you all were hiding.”

The matriarch and patriarch of the Addams family exchanged a look, before Morticia looked back at her daughter with a confused expression, “I nary the thought of what you mean.”

“No, of course not.”

Morticia gave her daughter a small, exasperated smile, and then went over to her older son and caressed his face, “Now dear, if you have any problems, your sister is here to help as well as your cousin.”

Pugsley now looked nervously at his older sister, who was now setting her glare on him. Morticia looked at her daughter and cleared her throat.

“Of course,” Wednesday sighed, resigned.

Morticia frowned a bit at her daughter, but Pugsley felt reassured all the same.

The principal clapped his hands, bringing the Addamses' attention to him, “And here’s where you’ll be rooming, Pugsley. Welcome to Goodfellow hall!”

“Goodfellow? Isn’t that the fairy that causes all the issues in A Midsummer Night’s Dream?” Pugsley inquired.

The principal ignored him and opened a door that, unbeknownst to everyone else, Wednesday was familiar with, and stepped into the dorm room.

On the left side it was taken up by artwork, a familiar style that had Xavier Thrope all over it. He wasn’t there as he was still in class.

And on the right side, it was barren, an obvious spot for a new student to be placed in.

To Wednesday, however, she could only see the ex-room of her attempted murderer, Rowan Laslow. He had attempted to crush her with a statue and strangle her with his telekinesis the semester prior. During his second attempt at murder, he himself was murdered by the town’s own local, serial killer monster.

Wednesday didn’t have kind things to think about Rowan, I mean his murder attempts were very amateur and messy. But she did pity the boy. His mother had a vision that Wednesday would be the fall of the school, and that Rowan would be the one to kill her and save everyone. And he believed her.

She had been wrong on both accounts of course, Rowan would not be the hero, and Wednesday would be the one to save the school. And thus, she pitied the boy.

A hand clasping her shoulder brought Wednesday back to reality and out of her own thoughts.

“We got all of Pugsley’s stuff sorted out here, let’s go get yours, dear,” Morticia smiled at her scowling daughter. Wednesday hoped that meant that she was near the end of her torture.

Thankfully it didn’t take long to bring all her luggage up to her room, and soon she was sending her parents off.

“I’m going to miss you, my little terrors!” Gomez teared up as he pulled both his children into a big hug, only Pugsley hugged him back.

“Now, be sure to listen to the principal, you wouldn’t want to leave your friends,” Morticia gave both of them air kisses.

After their two eldest gave affirmative answers, the parents proceeded to go back to the car with the baby in tow. But something stood out to Wednesday.

“Mother, Father,” Wednesday spoke up, causing her parents to turn around in surprise, “I believe you missed a suitcase.”

Everyone slowly turned to the car, where one last suitcase laid on top.

“Oh, I’ll get it! It shouldn’t be that heavy-” Pugsley started to approach.

“Oh that won’t be necessary, that one is ours,” Morticia stopped her son.

“Are you going on a trip?” Pugsley asked, confused.

“Y-yes! That’s it, we’re going on another honeymoon,” Gomez stated, kissing his wife’s hand…. And slowly making his way up her arm.

Wednesday witnessed how her baby brother tried to control the disgust on his face, having to witness their parent’s display of affection up close and personal.

Hm, maybe we’ll get along after all…. She thought.

“Yes, another honeymoon, who knows maybe you’ll get two new siblings, a Wednesday Jr. and a Pugsley Jr.!” Morticia purred.

The three children all stiffened. Pugsley had a look of chagrin, Wednesday looked like she wished a hole would swallow her up, and Pubert looked shocked at the possibility of not being the youngest and having to battle for his parents' attention.

“That’s now how the word ‘Junior’ works!” Wednesday told them annoyed, almost ready to chase her parents off school grounds. Thankfully for her, they already started quickly retreating to the car, before anyone had to hear any nitty gritty details.

“Anyway, adiós my little terribles! You know the rules, we’ll crystal ball you in a week!”

The two siblings stood there, stunned by their odd behavior, well…. Odd by their parents’ standards.

“They didn’t tell you?” Wednesday asked.

“No.”

“How odd, they would never miss an opportunity to shove their love in our face.”

“Yeah….”

Wednesday took note of her parents' strange behavior but decided it wasn’t important enough to worry about in her current situation and proceeded to walk away.

“W-where are you going?”

“I’m going to get cleaned up, I believe you can manage, it looks like you have a helping hand waiting over there,” Wednesday nodded her head over to a certain female lefty hiding around the wall of the school.

Lady Fingers jolted in surprise at having been caught, and scurried over to the duo.

“Hello Lady Fingers, aren’t you supposed to be with Friday?”

“It appears she sent her to keep an eye on us, well, you can have fun with Pugsley,” Wednesday picked up Thing by his wrist and proceeded to walk off, “I already have my handler.”

***~***

It took a while for Enid to return to her dorm, some of her teachers had gotten in their head they needed to have a word or two with her.

So when she finally returned to the dorm, she found Wednesday in their room, straightening out the last of her things while Thing sat on her desk. Enid smiled and picked up her pace, only to stop mid-step to see Friday sitting on Wednesday’s bed.

“What are you doing here?” Enid pouted.

Friday grinned at her, the bruise around her nose and eyes painfully stretching with her mouth, “Breaking in.”

“Being an annoyance,” Wednesday mumbled.

“I was going to sit on your bed, but then Wenny threatened violence so I’m over here instead.”

Enid tried not to show disdain, she was trying not to show any visible resentment to Wednesday’s cousin, since she wasn’t a hundred percent sure how Wednesday felt about Friday herself.

“Wenny?” Enid asked her roommate eagerly. She’d secretly been hoping to give each other nicknames.

“Don’t call me that,” Wednesday stopped what she was doing for a second to give Enid a death glare, to show she was serious.

Enid pouted.

“Yeah only I can call Wenny, Wenny!” Friday snickered.

Wednesday picked up a book on her bookshelf and flung it right at Friday, it hit the snickering girl right in the temple and bounced off her head. Enid would’ve felt some kind of schadenfreude from this, if it didn’t result in Friday keeling over and going into a giggle fit. She seemed to enjoy the punishment.

Her vision of the giggling psychopath was then blocked by a pink present bag.

“Here,” was all Wednesday said, as she handed the present to Enid, while donning surgical gloves.

Enid held back a smile, her dreary roommate loved to tell people how she was allergic to color. Enid was pretty sure that she was full of hooey, considering she saw the girl handle color just fine before. But it was still amusing seeing Wednesday stick to her snarky, goth girl facade.

Enid took the bag from Wednesday and started to open it up. Her eyes widened when she saw what was in it.

“Snoods and gloves are a bit too…..advanced for me,” Wednesday mumbled, not looking at Enid.

Enid’s eyes sparkled as she pulled out a homemade pink knitted scarf, it had some errors in it, and you could see it was made by a beginner. But all Enid saw was her new favorite scarf.

“O-M-G Wednesday! I love it! I’m going to wear it everywhere!”

Wednesday still wasn’t looking at Enid, but gave her a slight nod. She also let out the breath she was holding, but no one else in the room was wiser to it.

“You didn’t tell me you could knit!” Friday announced from behind Wednesday, ruining the moment. She peered around her cousin’s shoulder to see a lumpy bundle of wool, “Oh that’s why, cause you can’t.”

Annoyed, Wednesday grabbed her cousin by the throat, she halted her punch mid-swing in the air very abruptly. Both Wednesday and Friday looked at Enid.

“What?” Enid asked, confused. She had become accustomed to their violence after the last half day.

“You aren’t going to stop me/her?” Wednesday and Friday said, almost in sync.

“Uh, no. I’m setting my morals for pointless, non-self-defense fighting for the next few minutes.” Enid was burnt out from the day, but she also wouldn’t mind seeing Wednesday flatten her cousin who caused her much strife. But she wouldn’t say the latter out loud.

The cousins looked at each other warily, not used to a non-family member trying to not stop them, and then un-engaged themselves.

Friday, looking as if the fun had died in the room, straightened herself up, “Well I better get going, gotta go learn how to make cement,” then she awkwardly walked out of the room.

After the door closed Enid looked at Wednesday, smiling with her arms held out. Ready for a hug.

Wednesday was not much of a hugger, much as in ever. There was only one person outside her family she ever allowed to hug her, and was also the only person whom she ever hugged back: Enid. The circumstances of that hug were very unique and in a moment of weakness. But it also wasn’t unpleasant. Not that Wednesday would ever tell anyone.

Wednesday looked at her roommate, and unlike all those other times before, she didn’t step back. All she did was sigh through her nose, and remain still. It was as good a confirmation for Enid as any.

Enid threw her arms around the ramrod straight girl, “Thank you Weds-”

But before Enid could finish her thank you, she felt her best friend tense up and seize in her arms. Wednesday's head flung back, her eyes unfocused, and her body began twitching.

The telltale signs that Wednesday was having a psychic vision.

It was only for a handful of seconds, just like any other vision Wednesday had before. But when the vision stopped, instead of coming back like she normally did, Wednesday instead fell limp in Enid’s arms.

“Wednesday?” Enid shook her unconscious friend, “Wednesday?!”

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A/N: Hehe 'ramrod straight girl” not for long. XU

I’m pretty sure I wrote 90% of this and 2B during my 1 hour lunch breaks at work over like 2 weeks. TT0TT I’ve also drunken all those milks, so I’ve now lost control of my life again. ;w;

Anyway, as you can probably tell….Friday is…an OC. Kinda. She’s an homage to the OG smiley Wednesday/pre 90s movies (sans the 90s cartoon, that one is a good blend of the two). I know we technically see an adult 60s Wednesday in the 70s reunion, buuuuuut…… well…. I wanted my own twist (such as giving her a dose of John Astin’s mania, love her being a mini Morticia in some iterations but I need to see a little bit of daddy dreadful too). Partially because there’s a genre shift between cartoon/60/70/90s shows and Wednesday (pure comedy with some friendly darkness vs dark comedy/mystery). Deep down, she has the upbeat/core values of those shows, but with how her mania and her own macabre tendencies translate into Wednesday, she becomes a loose cannon. So in a sense I wanted to create an Old!Wednesday (Friday) vs New!Wednesday (Wednesday).

So why “Friday?” Other than Wednesday’s middle name being Friday, let’s just say Wednesday is not the only child that’s full of woe. ;U

Fun Fact 1: Pubert was originally going to be Pugsley’s name in the 60s show (which is when the iconic characters originally got their names), but the TV execs thought it was too risque so they went with Pugsley instead.

Fun Fact 2: There was an unborn child teased in the original comics, but was never shown/born. Addams Family Values finally introduced the 3rd child, giving him Pugsley’s rejected name….which were different from the 2 hinted in the comics. ;3

Fun Fact 3: Wednesday/Pugsley Jr? Haha yeah they exist, in the 60s TV Special from the 70s. I’m pretty sure that’s not how Jr. works, it’s for parents/children, but hey it’s very Addams so XU Besides the reference, they will not be making an appearance in this.

Fun Fact 4: This plotline may have been heavily influenced by the Scooby Doo Movie/70s animated pilot episode “Wednesday is Missing.” I watched it well prior to me thinking “yeah let’s just write a fanfic” and by the time I was in the middle of Ep 2 I was like “Oh right TT0TT Well….” I literally just checked the episode again (cause I kinda blocked it out, it wasn’t bad just forgot klfdjsdalf) and I think she was even trapped in their belfry type thing too sjdflkajf

 Anyway, time for the break……….

#wednesday #wenclair #wednesday addams #wednesday 2022 #wednesday netflix #wednesday (2022) #wednesday (netflix) #enid sinclair #hyde in the shadows #wednesday season 2 #salty writes

[suburbanblkgirll]

My favorite headcanon is that the Avenged Sevenfold Bat Country music video is in the Zones

Is it solely because the music video takes place in the desert? Yes. All the craziness in the music video? Then simply partied a little too hard, or that’s just how Zone Four usually is, nobody questions it really.

I can just imagine the Fab Four passing by them and going “🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏽🧍🏼” Cause come on, why do you have a whole freaking pet octopus living in your tub??? 😭😭 in the middle of the desert nonetheless… THEN AGAIN IT’S ZONE FOUR so they don’t question it

Party Poison doesn’t like Synyster Gates, and insists there’s a “bad feeling” about him (He stole their parking spot once and now they’re forever salty about that)

#scene #avenged sevenfold #m shadows #synyster gates #the rev #johnny christ #zacky vengeance #my chemical romance #mcr #danger days #party poison #jet star #kobra kid #fun ghoul #fab four #gerard way #ray toro #frank iero #mikey way #Synyster gates didn’t even steal the parking spot Party Poison just got salty #I was listening to bat country writing this post and stimming so hard

[thatswhatsushesaid]

not the "mo xuanyu never sexually harassed jin guangyao, jin guangyao made it all up" discourse again

#mo xuanyu gets so few opportunities to have his own voice heard in these books #one of the first things he confesses to is sexually harassing jin disciples #in the notes he leaves behind for wei wuxian to find at the very beginning of the novels #we find out later that the person he is harassing is jin guangyao #and while wei wuxian IS initially skeptical #he later changes his mind and decides that no actually mo xuanyu probably did do the thing #so this + mxy literally writing down the words 'i sexually harassed jin disciples' #is pretty concrete evidence #salty peak sect 🧂

[autisticlancemcclain]

“You want us to what.”

Lance doesn’t give a flying fuck how angry he sounds. Potential diplomatic crises be damned. Hell, he wants to cause a crisis. Wants to raise some hell.

The dignitary sniffs derisively. “The beast is a dangerous pest, Blue Paladin.”

“Not the blue paladin,” Lance growls, because he isn’t, “and I am not murdering an animal in cold blood just because you can’t deal with it properly.”

“Lance,” Allura hisses, but he has no problem ignoring her.

“Can’t deal with it properly — do you hear your paladin!” the dignitary sputters, waving an angry hand in Lance’s direction.

Shiro closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, before plastering on a tight smile and visibly trying to salvage the situation. Now, usually, Lance would hate to cause Shiro any stress at all, and would do whatever he could to reduce that stress.

This time, Lance is going to dig his heels in. He is not going to let a living being be needlessly exterminated. Lance isn’t anti-animal death, or anything — he has no problem with others eating meat, or using animal products. He thinks using animals as gifts and not letting any part of them go to waste is very wise, and he has a lot of respect for people who manage to do so successfully. Sport hunters, on the other hand, or people who kill without good reason? Therein lies his problem, and he’s beyond happy to make a big stink of it.

“Could you describe the beast?” Shiro asks.

“Happily,” the dignitary grumps. “I’m eager to describe its horror to you, Oh Great Leader of Voltron.”

Shiro visibly tries very hard not to roll his eyes. Lance refuses to take any joy in the reaction, even though he would usually laugh.

“The beast is as large as half our royal castle. Its teeth are larger than our tallest soldier, and sharper than a luxite blade. Its fur is rough and coarse, enough to sand the paint clean off the walls it brushes by. Its roar shakes the very foundations of our city. It walks on four legs but stands on two, right before it rears up to smash our buildings to dust. It is a menace, a pest, and a danger besides!”

“So you have a grizzly bear problem,” Lance snaps. “Close your garbage cans at night and quit complaining.”

“Lance, please,” Hunk mutters, but Lance will not back down. Not when a life is at stake.

“Has it actually…hurt anyone?” Keith asks.

Lance shoots a grateful look at Keith.

At least someone is on his side.

“Yes!” the dignitary cries.

Keith shoots a look back at Lance — a well, I tried if Lance has ever seen one — but that is not good enough. Lance glares at him.

Traitor.

“Explain,” Lance demands.

The dignitary frowns, looking down his nose at Lance and shaking their head. “I’m not talking to you.”

“Would you mind explaining,” Pidge deadpans, barely refraining from rolling her eyes.

Lance knows Pidge well enough to know that she’s not on his side, exactly — she threw a bolt at him when he started insulting the dignitary initially — but there’s nothing that pisses her off more than someone talking down to her family. Even if she doesn’t agree with said family. She’s loyal, like that.

“Fine, since you asked so nicely,” the dignitary says, cutting a look to Lance, who makes a very crude gesture with his hands in response and ignores the four (4) tired sighs from assorted teammates and co around him.

“The beast easily and ruthlessly took down several of our soldiers as soon as they opened fire on it. And it further still injured many of our knights when we sent them to its cave! It is a mindless, killing machine, and must be exterminated immediately.”

Lance throws his hands up in exasperation. “No shit it’s defending itself! What do you expect it to do, stand there while you shoot at it?”

“If it didn’t want to be shot it shouldn’t have ventured into the city in the first place!”

“It’s an animal! How the hell is it supposed to understand city limits and boundaries?”

“That’s not my problem,” the dignitary says coldly. “It has posed a threat to our people, and so it must die. And if Voltron wishes for our signature in the Coalition, you will come to our aid, or else you can count yourself down one planet’s alliance.”

Allura stiffens. “You would really risk your people’s protection over a difference in opinion?”

“Your blue paladin —”

“I am not the blue paladin, you brainless amoeba —”

“Your blue paladin,” the dignitary repeats, pointedly and icily, “has insulted us greatly. The situation is no longer up for debate. If you wish to sign an alliance, the paladin must handle the problem himself. That is our final stipulation.”

With that, the dignitary ends the call, cutting off Shiro’s pleas for him to wait.

All eyes turn to Lance.

“I am not killing an innocent animal,” Lance snaps. “Forget it.”

Keith sighs. “Lance —”

“No.” Lance clenches his fists, glaring at his team, chin raised and shoulders set. Beside him, Mr. Snuggles spreads his fangs and hisses. The mice — currently resting on his head — scramble to their feet, presumably also tensing up. Ivy — a venomous vine he picked up on a planet a few missions back — winds up his arms. “I am not just being ridiculous. You heard that idiot. They’re provoking it. It’s not doing anything wrong.”

“Lance —” Keith tries again, but Lance is not willing to hear it.

“I will not take an innocent life to buy an alliance. And if you do, I swear to God, I will never forgive you.”

With that he stomps out of the bridge, ignoring the dozens of calls of his name and pleas to “wait a goddamn second, Lance, c’mon.”

Lance stomps all the way to his room, muttering about stupid careless dignitaries and team members who won’t listen to him and how everyone is going to make him grey early and he is not Shiro, lord above, so he can’t pull that garbage off. Ugh.

He slams his door behind him and flops on the bed, and is marginally surprised to find his tears stinging his eyes.

“This is a stupid reason to cry,” he announces to no one, voice muffled in his pillow. “Why must I cry about stupid things. Why can’t I cry about regular things. This is dumb.”

There’s a clicking sound accompanying a gentle bump to the leg hanging off his bed. He drags his head off the pillow, sniffling, to see Mr. Snuggles sitting to the side of his bed, fangs clicking. The mice sit on his head, as they are wont to do (which, understandably considering the natural predator of mice, used to scare the shit out of Allura. But Mr. Snuggles has never been anything but gentle with them, even when they roughhouse on his back or play tag under his leg and accidentally trip him. He seems to be quite protective of them, actually. It’s very sweet. Lance thinks it might be a microhylid frog-giant tarantula situation, even though Mr. Snuggles can’t lay eggs, and it amuses him greatly). Ivy uncoils from his bed frame, wrapping a vine around his ankle and tugging carefully. Blue and Red both loudly mother him in the back of his mind.

It’s nice.

Lance sighs, wiping his tears and sitting up against his headboard.

“This sucks,” he says to his assortment of companions, all who seem to agree with him. Mr. Snuggles and the mice crawl up the leg of the bed to sit in front of him, and Ivy makes her way around his shoulders.

None of them can talk to him, obviously — how fucking cool would that be, though — but each one of them is an excellent listener (even the mice, who like to gossip, but Lance preemptively forgives them).

“It’s just —” Lance huffs, frustrated. “I get that the planet is probably tired of being lightly terrorized by a giant beast, sure, but is murder really the answer? Plus, have they even tried talking to it? Maybe it’s very reasonable! I’m sure I —”

Lance shoots up, startling poor Ivy, but holy shit.

Holy shit!

“That’s it!” he shouts, grin nearly splitting his face in two. He leans over, just barely managing to grab his holopad, and starts sketching out the plans.

“Now if I just — and it shouldn’t be too hard — I’ve done more in less time — hell yeah!”

He’s startled out of his fervour by urgent squeaks, and when he looks up, he sees the mice waving to get his attention.

“Yes?”

At his acknowledgement, they scurry into formation, laying together to make a question mark with their little bodies.

Lance snorts. He may not be able to speak their language, but they have no problems making themselves clear.

“I can’t tell you,” he scolds, “you’re going to snitch to Allura.”

They mice squeak sadly, but Lance knows better. Last time he gave in to them, Allura knew within the minute.

“I’ll be back soon, okay? Don’t wait up for me. Platt, Chulatt, Plachu, Chuchule — there’s some of that fancy grain you like in the cupboard. Mr. Snuggles — here.” He opens up space youtube, quickly opening up a horror movie reaction compilation for the fear demon. “That’ll keep you fed for a bit.” He props the holopad up on his pillow, scrambling to his feet and heading to the door. On the way out, he pulls the string on his special blue sun lamp — “That’s for you, Ivy!” — and then he’s out the door, plans in hand, to find Coran.

Luckily for Lance, he runs straight into him.

“Lance, dear, I was just coming to look for you,” Coran says, right outside his door.

Lance grins. “I can see that.”

Coran narrows his eyes. “You’re… remarkably chipper, Number Four.”

“Mhm.”

He holds up a hand for Coran to pause. He strains his ears, and smirks as he just barely picks up on the sound of near-silent footsteps behind a closed door. He makes pointed eye contact with the advisor, then inclines his head at Keith’s door.

Coran gets the point.

“Well, if you’re really feeling so much better,” Coran says loudly — too loudly, but Lance doesn’t have much in the subtlety department either, so he can’t complain — “would you mind helping me recalibrate the fabricator?”

“Absolutely,” Lance says, dragging the advisor by the hand in the opposite direction of the fabricator.

“Will you speak plainly, now?” Coran asks, once they’ve put some distance between them and Keith’s eavesdropping ass. (That is, however, probably an unfair reaction. Keith was likely listening in to try and find a way to help, in his own awkward way. If Lance wasn’t currently feeling just a smidge betrayed, he would feel touched.)

“Okay, so. I have a Plan.” Lance puts emphasis on the word so Coran knows it’s Capitalized, because this isn’t just a regular plan. This is a rescue mission. It’s espionage. A heist, even.

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes!”

Coran sighs, dragging a hand down his face.

“Lance,” he says warningly, but Lance won’t hear it.

“C’mon, Coran! You trust me, right?”

“That is a manipulative question —”

“You trust me! You said so yourself!”

“Fine, child. Yes, I trust you.”

Lance claps his hands together. “Excellent! So. I refuse to be a murderer, as you may have heard.”

“That would have been very hard for me to miss,” Coran says drily.

Lance gracefully ignores the comment. “And since I will also go apeshit if anyone else becomes a murderer, I have come up with a plan!”

“Lance. Number Four. My dear. Time is not our current luxury. Please share your plan.”

“Right. Okay.” Lance rocks back on his heels, shooting Coran a guileless smile. “How well do you think you can imitate my mannerisms?”

———

part two

#????? what are we thinking babes is this a yes or a no #i don’t write salty lance often #lance is a disney princess series #lance is a disney princess #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #klance #animal lover lance #red paladin lance #blue paladin lance #team as family #coran & lance #coran coran the gorgeous man #langst #angst and humour #everybody loves lance #brown eyed lance #my writing #fic #longpost

[bogunicorn]

once again annoyed at how fanfic is treated like "content" or a product provided to a community rather than a thing people make in their free time. if at any point your solution to your fandom woes is "strangers who don't even know i exist should write pairings or subject matter that i want to read instead of a popular pairing i don't like that they clearly do like", then you need to find a different problem to have. these strangers making stuff for fun owe you, random stranger, fuck-nothing, even if the thing they like is Popular M/F Ship #459 and the thing you like is a same-sex ship with an unfairly maligned female character.

it does suck when the majority doesn't share your preferences, especially when it feels like you end up sifting through many entries of things you don't like or outright hate to see if there's stuff you like. but that doesn't mean that people writing the thing you dislike are being mean to you, or making your life harder, or actively doing anything wrong. it's just an annoying thing you have to live through. you being uncomfortable, inconvenienced, annoyed, or put upon doesn't necessarily mean another person has done anything to you, especially not harm.

and to the "writing is hard! don't suggest 'write it yourself' as a solution because writing is hard and a skill and suggesting i should write things myself is ableist!" crowd, i say: get fucking for real. no writer is obligated to cater to you because you're a bad writer yourself. you sound like those people on r/choosingbeggars who try to bully illustrators into free commissions because they can't draw very well themselves. grow the fuck up.

#bog post #stay salty #fandom bs #seeing this in bg3 after what feels like a lifetime of DA bullshit #people aren't doing you harm by writing astarion ships instead of the morally superior ships you like #if they want to write about astarion instead of whomever #then leave them alone

[analviel]

A lot of Shen Twins AU portray Shen Yuan as the more understanding 'maybe he has a reason' brother, when in reality he's always been prone to jumping to conclusions while Shen Jiu literally stayed for decades waiting for Yue Qingyuan's explanation even if it would just boil down to 'I got tired of you'.

#shen jiu #shen yuan #shen twins #And i write #Today I am salty at shen yuan #Yesterday he was my baby #svsss #pidw #cang qiong mountain sect #Qing jing peak

[bonefall]

do you ever worry your own writing might come off as misogynistic though? it seems deceptively easy

When you have anxiety, PTSD, OCD, or multiple of these things, every move you make is something you will self-doubt. It can become endless if you let it, and you can be frozen by absolute indescision.

Embrace the void and reach enlightenment with me; There are many ways to read a story, and no writer can pre-empt every possible interpretation. Not even myself.

If they think my work comes across as misogynistic? Let them. Salty amoebas are often wrong on the internet, but the block button and xkit are beautiful transwomen who are also my friends.

#Honestly tho the existence of terfs is enough to make you realize #That theres some dumb assholes out there who will cynically leverage powerful phrases to try and intimidate you into silence #I think you would need to have some salty coconuts or do an ooo biiiigggg stretch to think BB is misogynistic #This is the melting down about women blog #This is the blog where I regularly take canon books and make them about women instead #I saw a vaguepost about me just wanting one dimensional softgirls #While I was in the middle of showing Fern how to get away with murder by burying two bodies in one grave #And writing her obsessive and unhinged justifications as she digs her claws into her little brother's shoulders desperate to make her- #-senseless violence. The WASTING of her sister's sacrifice. Into something with meaning #If it's wrong to write girliemurder then I don't want to be right <3 #Bone babble