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paranoidwriter · 1 year

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Flowers

Enid's favorite flowers were roses.

They were classic. Sweet, romantic, and simple. She never had gotten roses before, no matter how many times she had not so subtlety hinted to Ajax that she wanted some. So she had no idea why they were on her bed.

Tied together with a neat black ribbon, they leaned against the pillows of her bed (which was freshly made by the way, something she definitely didn't do). Enid picked the flowers up, but hissed and dropped them as the thornes in the stems poked her. One had only slightly pricked her, but just as a precaution she slid her sleeves over her hands and tossed them on her vanity as she took a tissue and dabbed at the minor cut on her fingertips.

“Wednesday? Do you know who dropped these flowers off?” Enid muttered, still tending to the cuts on her fingers.

“No.” Said Wednesday.

Enid let her gaze linger on the flowers, and even though she was still disappointed by Wednesdays answer, she felt her mouth slip into a smile from the kind gesture. Enid walked over to Wednesdays side of the room and jumped into her bed without permission, wrinkling Wednesday's black covers. Enid noticed the ways Wednesdays nose twitched in annoyance at it, but her eyes remained glued to her pages she was proof reading and editing in red marker. “It was kind of sweet someone got me flowers, don't you think?” Enid asked, feeling a bubble of warmth blossom in her chest.

“No. They're probably a homicidal maniac” Said Wednesday, in typical Wednesday fashion. Enid felt her face sink into a frown. “Well, I think it was” she muttered, hopping of Wednesdays bed and going to her side of the room, her mood soured from her roommate.

The next bouquet of flowers were bigger. They were just as red- if not redder, and the thorns were neatly snipped off of the stem. Her old bouquet was starting to wilt, and Wednesday seemingly found it the best time to steal them and snip off the rose buds, happily displaying the dying stems in a vase of her own. But Enid had more, so she didn't care. And with the flowers came a note. She flipped it open, revealing something much better than the spiral notebook paper that she had expected. It was a folded card that looked nearly perfectly symmetrical, with elegant red cursive on it.

I noticed the cuts on your fingers. It'll never happen again.

And signing the note, with a flourish we're the words… Secret Admirer .

Enid actually screamed out loud at the words, beginning to spin around joyously. Wednesday groaned quietly. “Enid, what are you doing?” She muttered, only just giving Enid the time of day by turning slightly away from her typewriter. “I have a secret admirer!” Enid exclaimed, throwing herself into a pile of her stuffed animals. She popped her head out of the pile and felt the smile on her face nearly split her cheeks with how big it was. "Oh my gosh, the person getting me flowers likes me!" She cried out, nuzzling her nose into her favorite squishamllow. "I mean, they signed a note with secret admirer!" She revealed, waiting for Wednesdays reaction.

Wednesday held eye contact for maybe a few seconds.

“Well, I'm glad” Wednesday mumbled, in a voice uncharacteristically soft for her. Then she turned right back to her typewriter and kept on writing as if there was nothing better in existence. Enid snuggled further into her pile, grinning at the bouquet on her bed and the note.

Enid frowned at her flowers, gently reaching her thumb out to touch a browning petal. Wednesday set down her book against her chest, turning to look at Enid from her bed. “What are you frowning about?” She said, in an almost annoyed tone. “my flowers are dying,” said Enid, trying to turn the case and see if any flower was still as red as they were when she first got them. They were all browning.

“They're just flowers,” Wednesday grumbled, her braids splaying across her single pillow as her head shifted. “I like them!” Enid snapped, feeling anger deep into the crevices of her stomach and feeding a hunger of emotions. “I think it's really nice.” Enid immediately felt guilty after she snapped, but she didn't say anything about it. It's not like it was her fault. “Isn't it strange that this person knows where you sleep?” Wednesday inquired. Enid blinked owlishly. “Do you know who it is?” She asked, turning to Wednesday. Wednesday immediately buried her nose in her book once more, even though it was upside down. “No.” She said, but Enid knew she was lying. “Well then, it must be one of my friends!” Enid declared, beginning to finger through her hair in curiosity, a nervous habit she never got rid of. Enid's brain began to piece all she knew together, and then it clicked. Enid ran over to the card on her desk, and opened it once more. “I'll just see who's handwriting matches who's!” Enid quickly turned her head at the sharp intake of breath Wednesday sounded. “What? Do you know who it is?” Enid piped, knowing Wednesday would deny it again. “I have no idea what fool would even consider sending flowers to someone they care for. The only person I know foolish enough to do it is my own Mother,” Wednesday mutters, abandoning her book to instead climb out colorful window of their room. Seemed like Enid struck a nerve.

“Enid!” Bianca chimed. Enid quickly turned to her and all but short of ran to her, the both of them quietly squeezing into one of the schools many dead end alleys. “Did you figure it out?” Enid said in a hushed tone, practically vibrating with how excited she was. “Yes,’’Bianca breathed out, silently handing over a piece of paper. Enid took her card out of her skirt pocket with only a slightly clumsy fumble before unfolding the lined paper she was given, comparing the two handwriting. Both were messy cursive, and Enid instantly knew it was the same person. They even dotted their I's with a skull, it was adorable! “Yes!” She hissed, excitedly. She would be moments away from confronting them with their declarations of love! “They're an exact match. Who is it?” She cooed, wiggling on the soles of her feet as she looked up at Bianca. Bianca swallowed, eyes flickering from the paper to Enid. “It's Wednesday.”

“Wednesday!”

Enid screamed, slamming open the door of her dorm room. Wednesday entered through the window, her face looking a bit softer than it usually was. She must've been practicing. Enid could smell the wind on her. “What?” She said, but Enid could barely let her finish. “It was you?!” She choked out, shoving the piece of paper Bianca had given her in Wednesdays hands. “.. If you're saying I wrote these notes, then yes, it was me.” Enid shook her head, not caring about the tears wetting her face and neck. She was probably imagining the way Wednesdays eyes followed them. “No!” She said in between her quickening breaths. “I didn't think so.” Wednesday hummed, folding her note paper quietly and setting it down on her desk. “Did you do it to make fun of me, or to see how long I'd fall for it?” Enid shrieked, with a voice eerily similar to her Mother's.

“Neither” whispered Wednesday, turning her back on Enid. Somehow, that hurt more than when Wednesday looked at her. Enid felt her chest rise and fall in a pace much too quick, mirroring her palpitating heart. “Why?” sobbed out Enid, hunching over in a desperate attempt to catch her breath. Her heart aches in the sense of betrayal, feeling her pulse only quicken under the response of Wednesday.

“I did it because I have feelings for you.”

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.......

Wednesday couldn't sleep again. While many times when she could not sleep she would play her cello, she thought better than to do that. She awoke to a not so quiet shifting coming from Enid's side of the room, making her stir. She rose into a sitting position as she uncrossed her arms, rubbing her eyes. As they adjusted to the Darkness, Wednesday gasped at a new addition on her desk. Carefully, she approached it. She didn't want to set off another sudden motion detected bomb that Pugsley could have sent her. Oh, but it wasn't a bomb at all.

Roses. And in the moonlight, she could clearly see their color.

Black.

Wednesday turned in disbelief, knowing there was only one person who could have done it. She met Enid's eyes. Enid smiled in a feeble, wobbly manner, and Wednesday felt herself lift from her bent position over her desk as though she was light as air. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, and when she spoke, there was a stark contrast to her usually monotonous voice. “I'm a fool for you as my Mother is to my Father” she admitted. And she only hesitated for a second before she ran into Enid's arms.

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straightfromthetorturedpoetsdept · 9 months

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people getting mad headcanons to me is like getting mad at someone for playing pretend incorrectly like what do you mean i'm pretending this character is autistic incorrectly?

#got into it with someone cuz i was like katniss is autistic to me and they were like but she has ptsd and i was like okay and?#shes still autistic to me #and they were like trying to explain away the autistic traits by saying no but her ptsd caused that and i must have missed the part where #it says she has ptsd in the series first of all and second of all bro why not both? why does it weird u out that im attributing traits to #autism as well as ptsd or whatever the character headcanon is like i make everyone i relate to autistic or adhd because there is no way tha #i could ever relate to NTs lmfao thats a joke but anyways #like for example to me dean has adhd and cas has autism #stiles has adhd confirmed but derek has autism #wednesday is autistic #katniss is autistic #draco is autistic #hermione is autistic #eleanor has adhd #emma swan is autistic #etc you get the point #i just do it cause i want to i like finding ways to represent characters as autistic or adhd because its fun let me fucking have fun #why do you feel the need to get angry over make-believe honestly #personal

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sp1der-noir · 11 months

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Understand.

Plot: Wenclair but if Wenclair was a little bold? Also with understand lyrics as an undertone.

Actual plot: Wenclair fic where theyre trying to connect more and become more comfortable with each other after the events of the original series.

Takes place kinda after the events? Like they out of hospital and they be chilling in school at late hours (:

Inspiration:

An edit by @/ortegaspookie on tt with the song “understand” by Kreshi.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Slightly ooc, its fluff other than that (im pretty sure)

There MIGHT be spelling mistakes because I may or may not be dyslexic..

The song:

The cold incoming winter air nipped at the dark night. The two girls stood on the balcony as they once did when they met.

Enid was securely on her side, leaning forth on the balony.

Wednesday stood normally, jumper looking quite big on her, warm.

“So, what are you gonna do now?”

“What do you mean?”

The blonde thought for a second. “Well schools almost over,” she took a breath out, the warm air presenting itself in a smoke like form. “And the Hyde is gone.”

“Hm.. The most likely scenario is I return home and come back next semester.”

“Really?-“ Enid’s ear pricked at that, her head whipping round before going back swiftly as to not scare Wednesday away. “I mean.. cool, cool. I think I’m gonna go back home too. I kind if miss the air there, if that makes sense? The feeling of home.”

“It does make sense. I also seem to get that feeling.” Wednesday takes a sigh out, closes her eyes and then a deep breath in. Reminiscing.

Enid lets out a chuckling huff. “What else do you miss?”

“I miss my family.” Wednesday looks deep into the forest.

“Me too.”

Silence struck the two, what do they say now? What else could be said without saying everything else?

“Hmm..”

“Hm? What seems to be the matter, Enid?” The raven haired girl turned to the wolf, eyes seeming a little more worried than usual.

“I was just thinking… 6 weeks?” Enid looks back to Wednesday, somberly looking between the other girl’s eyes, searching..

“Yes, that is the correct amount of time we take away.”

“… Ill miss you.”

Wednesday’s eyes widen before quickly returning to their original unbothered look.

“Hm.. I think…” she struggled for words, closing her eyes and truly just thinking. “Thing… will certainly miss you, too. He seems to talk on and on about you when you’re not there and it has become quite the pester.”

Enid chuckles softly and turns back to the moon. “Mm, please tell him I’m always here for him, and that I’m glad we met.”

Wednesday almost blinks as she watches the calmness of the other half. “Mm, ill be sure to relay the message.”

Enid looks over to Wednesday again, voice slightly shaky. “Its cold..”

“Mm” She doesn’t know when she started parroting some of Enid’s hums, but she didn’t mind a bit.

“Do you mind if I like.. since you..”

Wednesday looked at her questioningly.

“What do you mean, Sinclair?”

“Uhm.. Can i.. like..” Enid breathes out a puff of cold air. “Stand next to you?..”

Enid looks to Wednesday’s blank face and then her own suddenly realises what she said. “You like dont have to say yes, of course.. Uh i just am like really cold, and you look warm.. just a thought…”

Wednesday’s blank expression grows to that of fondness, familiarity. “Hmm, yes, you can.” She doesn’t say more than that as she moves half way, not looking at Enid a single time and continuing to stand as normal.

Enid’s face cracks into a crooked smile, she shimmy’s over and gets comfortable again, leaning slightly against the shorter girl.

“Uhh.. Can I ask you something, Wednesday? Well actually its more of a statement..”

“Hmm, yes.”

“I like you.” Enid keeps looking forward, not wanting to face rejection straight in the face.

Wednesday shifts her weight a bit, making her stray from the other’s warmth.

Her head fills with so many words that she knows Wednesday would never say, would never utter. But it still hurt.

“I like you, too.” Wednesday breathes in and out deeply, and looks away, not wanting to show to much emotion.

Enid lets out a chuckle, the raven looks at her all the more confused.

“What seems to be funny, Sinclair?”

“Nothing, I’m just really happy.” Enid smiles stupidly and walks around the balcony, flapping her hands and squealing in joy

“Ow, my ears.”

“Oh, sorry, ive just.. ive liked you for a while, and I know you dont like loud sounds-“ with that Enid sprints off, leaving the girl dressed in monochrome to be completely clueless.

She returns back not much later with a box.

“For you, i wanted to give it to you when we were leaving but i really cant help myself, dont worry, its not a snood, but it is matching: a compromise! And i think it might help you since well- i dont wanna spoil what it is, so I wont say more, but you should open it now!”

The box was in black wrapping paper, a white ribbon atop it, a card tucked between.

Wednesday treated this box as if it contained everything fragile in the world in it, as if it contained everything she has ever loved.

She carefully held it underneath as her other hand pulled at the ribbon.

She took the card and placed the box on the chair she had left out there for cello practice.

“To Wednesday,

I know you usually dont like sappy, but I hope you let this slide. :D

I really like you, at first, I was more concerned with half of my room being taken than the person there, but im glad I didnt judge you right away because we may not have what we have now, whatever this is..

Anyway, I noticed some sensory issues with sound and some touch, and since I cant really fix one of those I thought I could try a crack at the other.

Im not saying you HAVE to like it, or have to use it, I just saw them and thought of you!

Anyway, we’re probably both like out of Nevermore now and away for 6 weeks, so it gives time, and you don’t have to feel anything back, obviously. I just really wanted to tell you that I like like you, like romantically? anyway enjoy your gift!

From, Enid Sinclair! <3”

Wednesday looks up to see Enid peering over trying to read upside down, guessing where she would be reading by now.

Her eyes wander to the other girl’s scrunched nose, then her squinted eyes. She makes a mental note of all her features, a sketch in her mind.

Then she clears her throat. “.. Thank you.”

The blond lets out a content huff “You haven’t opened the present yet”

Her eyes travelled back down to the box. She begins to unwrap it and looks down at the pair of noise cancelling headphones.

“Oh.”

“Oh?-“

“Theyre.. black and white” The raven gulped back a smile.

“Yeah- I mean your whole thing is black and white, so it only made sense” Enid smiles at Wednesday.

The black haired girl simply looks deeply back at her.

“This was.. considerate, thank you.”

“All you have to do it put them over your ears and then you don’t have to put up with my sleep howling anymore!” Enid flashed a toothy grin. “Pr anything else, like annoying people, or the clicking of your type writer if you start hating the sound, like you did for like 2 days, but to be fair you usually love the repetitive sound- sorry, I’m rambling- is anything wrong with them? Anything you dont like?”

Wednesday’s eyes slightly sparkle for the first time in a while

“Its adequate”, more than she wanted to say.

An Addams love is unbreakable, unconditional and couldn’t be wavered with time. “Time makes the heart grow fonder” was, at this point, a rule of Addams love.

“…”

Wednesday looked up from the box.

“Is there something wrong?”

“I wont be able to see you again for 6 weeks, we have no way of communication..”

Wednesday’s heart dropped. She didn’t necessarily care, for her heart would simply ache for Enid more, but if it bothered Enid then it would be enough to bother Wednesday.

The raven placed down the box slowly back onto the chair and it reached for Enid’s own hand..

The blonde’s hand rises up, their hands slowly intertwining.

Her heart began to pound in her chest, pupils dilated at the sight. She was completely star struck.

“We could try.” Enid’s eyes were taken from their hands together to Wednesday’s unusually soft voice.

“Hm..” Enid blinked, shocked at her actually touching her first, never mind holding hands..

Wednesday’s own heart began to sync with Enid’s.

“If you let me..” Wednesday’s eyes trailed hesitantly down to Enid’s lips, then back to her eyes.

Enid’s eyes mirrored, the wolf’s face a warm pink.

“You’re the only one who understands.”

They both took a breath in, the cold not seeming to bother them any longer. They had found each others embrace, warmth.

Author note: As soon as i saw “do it” I was ON IT 😍 also it was so fun to write but i had conflicting plots,

one had Enid shakily holding Wednesday’s hand,

Another had her grabbing it sly like like at the movies where you just touch then slowly hold

But i felt like Wednesday had to do it, since Enid would never cross that line without the word and Wednesday is to stubborn to even say she missed her.

NOT MY MAIN ACCOUNT, thats why my account is barron 💀

#Spotify #wenclair #wednesday #wednsday addams #wednesday is soft for enid #wednesday is autistic #wednesday is a lesbian #wednesday my dudes #wednesday x enid #enid is queer #enid is soft for wednesday #enid is a lesbian #enid sinclair #understand #lesbians #moon lesbian #sun lesbian #sun and moon duo

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peachbun03 · 1 year

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Okay so I binged watched Wednesday last night and I just love her so much, I saw so much of myself in not only her but in Enid at times as well and I just really love them 😭

Like everything about Wednesday makes me wanna unmask without a care in the world and be true to myself no matter the consequences.

Which is why is think it is no way possible for Wednesday to be neurotypical. And because of this, I think she should not be viewed through a neurotypical lens, as it ultimately does her character a disservice.

Spoilers Below

Okay so I am going to ramble a bit but while scrolling through the Wednesday tag Tumblr and TikTok I have noticed too many people misunderstanding Wednesday's character and say that she never shows emotion on her face and that she doesn't care about most people around her when in reality she doesn't care about what people THINK of her which is something completely different and she has SO MANY micro-expressions that give deeper insight to how she's feeling in different scenes like just because she not showing her emotions the way that is "expected" that doesn't mean she's not showing them because to me she IS showing how she's feeling, it's just not obvious (idk if obvious is the right word) to some people. And then there's how her boundaries and or mannerisms aren't easily accepted by all of her peers which is why I believe she was more readily open with characters like Eugene, because not only did he remind her of her brother but he also doesn't willingly put her in situations she finds undesirable, nor push her boundaries (which she has made multiple times). But even then whether she admits to it or not she has still built relationships with some of those around her and has shown in her own way that she does care about these people.

Like I truly think the reason why she was so quick to turn on Xavier who she had falsely accused of being the Hyde and then later on Tyler who was revealed to be the actual Hyde wasn't that she didn't care about them.

She took an arrow for Xavier without hesitation to protect him and willingly attempted to kiss Tyler twice, one interrupted the other not. Like she told Tyler she will always put herself first and one of the ways this appears in the show is in her sense of justice. And her sense of justice is so strong that she'd put aside her own personal feelings towards individuals to do what she believes is right because that is ultimately staying true to herself.

Remember that she disagreed with what Weem said about the world being filled with shades of gray and that she believes personally they should not let those who vilified and hurt them for being outcasts to write their stories.

And like I feel like if the Hyde was revealed to be someone even closer to Wednesday like Enid, she would've still done the. Same. Exact. Thing.

Maybe not in the same way, but she would've still done it.

Because justice is what she believes in and she has shown time and time again she would not mask herself to appeal to others and will take the course of action that she believes is right. And I feel like ignoring that aspect of her undervalues how her brain works and how she feels emotions as well. Because I feel like too many people are looking at Wednesday as someone who never shows emotion and or just needs the right person to pull it out of her when that's not true. She feels an assortment of different feelings throughout the show.

Does she understand all of them?

No.

But they are still there, and I just feel uncomfortable with the fact some people aren't giving her space for emotional agency.

Anyways Wednesday is so autistic coded and I love that for her :]

(there's also something to be said about the queerplatonic relationship between her and Enid which is something I cherish dearly)

#i know im rambling i just really love this show #frankie's jumbled mess #netflix wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday series #addams family #enid sinclair #tyler galpin #xavier thorpe #eugene #wednesday is autistic #autism coded #autistic character

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stardust948 · 1 year

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Wednesday: My "hyperfixation" is murder and I'll be "infodumping" your body in the lake.

#wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #wednesday is autistic #source: tumblr #incorrect quotes #wednesday netfilx incorrect quotes

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eddieboi23 · 1 year

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WEDNESDAY ADDAMS WEDNESDAY ADDAMS WEDNESDAY ADDAMS WEDNESDAY ADDAMS WEDNESDAY ADDAMS WUEUEJFJCASDMES💚💚

My take on Wednesday, if you don’t like it, keep scrolling :)

(I see her as bi, but I could also definitely see her as a lesbian OR aroace😌)

#addams wednesday #wednesdayaddams #wednesday #jenna ortega #Jenna Ortega art #Wednesday is autistic #biseuxal #autistic #wednesday addams fanart

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whatamidoingwithmylifeman · 1 year

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"I don't have time to interrupt ypur emotional morse code." - Wednesday Addams to Tyler, s1 ep4 of Wednesday

aka; ME ON A DAILY 👏 FUCKIN 👏 BASIS! 👏

#Wednesday Addams #Netflix series Wednesday #s1 ep 4 #Wednesday is autistic #that's my hc

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venlo · 1 year

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you can't tell me I'm wrong

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crow-holding-a-pen · 1 year

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Princess Mononoke inspired Wednesday poster

#wenclair #digital art #wednesday #fanart #sketch #queer pride #my art #wednesday is autistic #wednesday is a lesbian #wednesday is soft for enid #enid is a lesbian #studio ghibli #ghibli #artists on tumblr

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lokidoctorpugs-wenclair-brainrot · 10 months

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Wednesday: Hello you all might be Wondering why I brought all of you here today

Enid: Considering 5 seconds ago I was in our dorm asleep

Divina: and me and yoko were in mine.

Bianca: as well as me getting started on fencing training before blacking out and appearing here

Eugene: and I was tending to my bees.

All of them : YES WE ARE ALL WONDERING WHY THE FUCK WERE HERE!!!!!

Wednesday: Can y'all gay disaster children hold up this is good news

Bianca: usually I would stay mad but did she just say y'all

Yoko: I think the more glaring oddity is that she called us gay disaster children but yeah that too

Wednesday: anyways as you all know. This is the 3 year anniversary of me being here at nevermore, and as what will come as a surprise to most, I have reluctantly realized that I do indeed consider you my friends, first starting with Bianca my frienemy who dispute being my rival has on more than one equation and more than enough times for it to be considered odd has come to my aid when I so rarely need it, then there is yoko, someone who admittedly has helped me deal with Enid and all that comes with being her roommate. Then there is divina, someone who has introduced to me horror games as well as more recent horror movies through constant pestering and whining, that somehow got me to hang out with her when Enid and yoko have there girl nights. Then there is Eugene who has introduced me into modding tech, I believe the tech I started out with were quote on quote Mp3 and Mp4 players but that is beside the point.

*Wednesday then proceeds to do custom hand gestures to Enid that her and Enid made together and was code for can I reveal our relationship to them*

Enid: *Nods*

Wednesday: and then there is Enid, the person who warmed my cold dead heart into even considering having friends but not only that, for you see me and Enid have been dating romantically for about 2 years give or take a couple of months. Now having said that I'll let y'all free

*all restraints or removed all at once*

Everyone: *Erupts into joyous celebration"

They then proceed to eat cake and go shopping celebrating Wednesdays arrival at nevermore.

The end...

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