In the Absence of Color

It's very important ...

Enid would feel things & be so confused as to why.

"Everyone swoons over their roommate/bestie/pack mate in a fencing uniform. Feeling tingly when Wednesday holds a sword is no biggie, it's all totally normal & not sus at all."

Wednesday/Enid: *clearly unimpressed*

Enid: Well, well, well, if it isn’t Mattel’s new Pug MRI Scan Ken.¹

The Hyde: *pauses in confusion*

Wednesday: Your observation, while vulgar, does raise the question— Are they called “hydes” because they hyde their genitals?

The Hyde: *looks down and whines*

Enid: Don’t be mean, babe. He does have balls. Big ones, in fact!

The Hyde: *hesitantly looks up*

Enid: *cruel grin* EYEballs.

The Hyde: *gasps*

Wednesday: Big and defective, you mean. They are prone to perceiving things that don’t exist, such as certain signals.

The Hyde: *offended sputter*

Enid: You know, when the Poké Ball pops open, turns the Pokémon into energy, and sucks them inside.

Wednesday:

Wednesday: So they aren’t poured in?

Enid: Of course not! Babe, how come you don’t know this? It looks like you’ve captured a bunch.

Wednesday: *glances down at her bag full of Poké Balls*

Wednesday:

Wednesday: I’ll be right back.

Enid: Okie-dokie!

Wednesday: *heads for the nearest dumpster*

Enid: 😙

Enid: 😗❓

Enid: 🫢⁉️

Wednesday: I’m not the clumsy giraffe who stumbled and let the demon get away.

Mira: Look here, you brat. It’s not my fault you’re the size of a speed bump.

Wednesday: Call me a brat again and the only dance you’ll be leading will be at the bottom of the lake.

Mira: At least I can dance! I saw a recording of your moves. It was less choreography and more chore-UGH-raphy.

Enid: *mutters to herself* They’re so much alike, she said. They’ll get along great, she said. Hah. Zoey owes me BIG for this.

Bruno: *excitedly* You really think so? Thank gawd! I wasn’t sure if I was going hard enough.

Bianca: Excuse me?

Bruno: Huh? Oh, shit, um— *feigns masculine boredom* —It’s alpha wolf stuff. Chicks like you wouldn’t get it.

Bianca: *narrows eyes in suspicion*

Bruno: 😒

Bruno: *turns to leave* I gotta go handle some pack busi—

Bianca: Not so fast! *grabs Bruno’s jacket and yanks it open*

Bruno: Crap! It’s uh—It’s not what you think!

Bianca: 😧

Bianca: Does your shirt seriously say “Team Wenclair”?

Bruno: No! You’re just seeing things! *zips up his jacket*

Bianca: 🤨

Bianca: You’re part of that psychotic fan club, aren’t you? The one obsessed with getting Gaylinda and Hellphaba to finally hook up?

Bruno: Please, you can’t tell them! It took months to set this up, and everything is going according to plan! We’re so close!

Bianca: Calm down, Yuson. I’m not going to tell those two idiots.

Bruno: Wh-What? Really? But… why?

Bianca: Who do you think came up with the plan in the first place, dumbass?

Bruno: 🫢

“During this conflict, were you aware of the concept of lesbianism?”

“No. What is that?”

Bianca: First of all, padded room has three D’s. Second, Enid Sinclair only has one D.

Enid: Not after we’re married!

Bianca: OhmyGOD! Enid Addams would ALSO HAVE THREE D’s!

Yoko: *pops in* Yeah! Three o’ deez NUTS!

Everyone else: 😑🫢🤨

Bianca: You seriously came back to Nevermore just for that?

Wednesday: I trust that in spite of tonight’s incident, you will still be able to babysit Shelley next weekend?

Enid’s brother: *stares in disbelief* Are you insane? She drugged me.

Wednesday: Please, it was only a sedative.

Enid’s brother: *sputters* Only a sedative? I woke up wolfed out—

Wednesday: Mostly a sedative.

Enid’s brother: —with my niece trying to CRAWL down my THROAT!

Wednesday: Naturally.

Enid’s brother:

Wednesday: Shelley recently developed a keen interest in the werewolf digestive system, and we always encourage any such youthful curiosity.

Enid’s brother:

Enid’s brother: I NEARLY ATE HER!!

Enid: So true! My Stab-berry Shortcake totally puts the “aww” in “chaos”.

Wednesday:

Enid: What the heck, Wednesday? How are we supposed to live with THAT much tape on the floor?

Wednesday: Calm yourself. The rule is that we may not cross the tape. Think of it as neutral territory.

Enid: *incredulous* Like 20th century Sweden?

Wednesday: Like 20th century Sweden.

Enid: *groans in frustration*

Enid: What the crap are we going to do with 5 feet of neutral ground right in the middle of the room?

Wednesday: 6.5 feet, or 78 inches.

Enid:

Enid: Weird. Isn’t that just over the width of two standard-issue twin beds—

Wednesday: —or a single king? Yes, it is. What an unfortunate coincidence.

Enid: *glances back at her bed, to Wednesday’s bed, then to the wide band of tape on the floor*

Enid/Wednesday: *share a look*

– Moments later. –

Yoko: Uh. Whatcha gonna do, kidnap them for her birthday?

Wednesday:

Wednesday:

Wednesday: No.

– Approximately 17 hours later. –

Rumi: Wait, wait. What IS that?