ALLERGIC TO FUN !

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Addams Family Values (1993)

‘ we should split up.’

‘ it was probably just the wind.’

‘ it’s probably nothing. just my / your imagination.’

‘ aw, come on! it’s  just a silly game someone made to scare little kids. it’s not real.’

‘ did you see that? i think i saw something move…’

‘ wait here, i’m gonna go check it out.’

‘ i heard this place is haunted. let’s go have a look.’

‘ i feel safe here.’

‘ i don’t feel safe here.’

‘ i feel like there’s someone / something watching us.’

‘ hello? is somebody there?’

‘ there’s no signal on my phone. you?’

‘ my phone’s ( almost ) out of battery.’

‘ and there goes the flashlight. how are we gonna see anything now?’

‘ what happened? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.’

‘ RUN!’

‘ you’re scaring me.’

‘ if this is a joke, it’s not funny.’

‘ just stop, this isn’t funny anymore.’

‘ it’s not real. it’s not real!’

‘ i’m just dreaming… this is just a nightmare.’

‘ how about we DON’T go into a haunted place in the middle of the night? just a thought.’

‘ yeah, i’m NOT gonna follow a blood trail into a creepy dark place, thanks.’

‘ you know, when a sign reads ‘dangerous. keep out,’ i kind of want to listen to it.’

‘ the door opened up by itself. no way in hell i’m going in there!’

‘ yeah, i’ve watched enough horror movies to know that’s a terrible idea.’

‘ there’s no need to be afraid. it’s just a dream.’

‘ it’s waiting for you.’

‘ it’s just a dream, right? or is it?’

‘ so, now you’re afraid of the dark, yes?’

‘ you’re afraid to sleep?’

‘ i just don’t want to see them again.’

‘ i think they want to hurt me. to take my place.’

‘ i’m going to die.’

‘ you could scare the hell outta somebody.’

‘ i didn’t want her / him to suffer.’

‘ jesus! fuck! what the fuck?!’

‘ my god, are you serious? that’s crazy!’

‘ his / her face was all swollen and- and bruised, and bloody.’

‘ it was so scary. when i woke up, it seemed like it was still in the room with me.’

‘ it was the worst nightmare i’ve ever had.’

‘ there’s something out there, isn’t there?’

‘ they’re going to kill me for sure.’

‘ you were screaming like crazy.’

‘ it was dark, but i’m sure there was somebody in there.’

‘ i thought it was just another nightmare.’

‘ i don’t think you’re crazy.’

‘ you’ll never come back!’

‘ it’s got a death curse.’

‘ at least i’m not afraid of ghosts.’

‘ you’re doomed if you stay here.’

‘ it’s ten miles to the nearest crossroads.’

‘ we’ll be laughing about this tomorrow.’

‘ no, no! they’re all dead! they’re all dead!’

‘ don’t leave me! they’ll kill you too!’

❛ jesus fucking christ, kid. ❜          fingers move to hide the needles that lay around her, the alley littered with garbage. one would have thought that by now she would have gotten her act together and she had for awhile but old habits are hard to kill. some demons do nothing but lurk, push you to the brink of destruction.          ❛ what the fuck anyway? don’t you have school or some shit? ❜

Almost done.

 Wednesday had been almost done with work for today. Gathering up the files she needed to take upstairs to the main lobby of the hospital. Usually where the unfortunate victim that came to rest on her table had originated from. This one in particular ?? Shot five times in the chest. A robbery. Nothing really more to be said about the man. It wasn’t particularly interesting, she often wanted something with a bit more showmanship attached. She had been logging for the police report and putting the bullets  into an evidence bag.

 All she needed was a simple doctor’s signature and then to get her findings set off to the police station. The point of origin for the victim was the ER. Removing herself from her seat, and walking over to the elevator and letting it take her up to that floor. Blinking a few times. It was a slow night. Scanning the area some. An irritated scowl, she had to find the attending physician for this man. Though in all honesty she hadn’t even looked at the doctor’s name. Walking over to the nurses station before opening the folder. Scanning down to the name, dark eyes finally came to rest. Feeling her heart  twist in her chest.

 Losing her breath.

 No.

 Breathe. 

Just then her gaze went sideways, as she saw him down the hallway. It couldn’t be. Blinking a few times in astonishment. Breathing  in slowly, before gathering the file up again and closing it. Proceeding to walk over now to him. As she got closer the memories had began to toil in her mind. JOEL GLICKER. Allergic to fun. Very awkward. Dated for a little bit. First kiss. It was utterly suffocating. Stopping in front of him. “ Doctor…Glicker… ?? “ Thinking it was very odd to see him here. Her features giving off those familiar twitches of her youth. The uncomfort, oh how she loved  it. 

“ Hi…uh…”

 The hesitance. Wednesday hadn’t seen him in quite a few years. Though the details had remained a bit lost on her given the moment of shock. She did feel for him. In that way. I guess. It was hard to describe. Probably the only boy she ever took a fancy to. He accepted her. Which was hard to say for other people. Their shared time at that camp. Their forced time in the Harmony Hut. The way he ripped out Amanda Buckman’s retainer just for her. Of course any girl could be SMITTEN. They were both outcasts. Shunned by the norm of society. So why shouldn’t feelings ever be this real. 

A lot had really changed in her life since that time. She went away to school overseas. Which had left her feeling empty inside as well. Now to see him again here ?? She’d known he was going to medical school, he’d always used to talk about it when they have conversations before. Though she never knew he would stay in New York. This was getting really awkward for her as her features contorted even more. That breathy chuckle. Her words betraying her.

“ You work  here ?? “ 

Just stop being so awkward. She’d kept telling herself. Then that dread began to creep. That fight or flight type of thing most humans experience. 

it was a slower night than anticipated , something the first year resident was THANKFUL for considering he hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night . the beginning of spring , the time of rebirth . so much for that ! all it rejuvenated was his allergies ! the burden , the plague . every day was another chance to SURVIVE , at least how he saw it . perhaps that’s why he became a doctor in the end --- to give hope to those who had little left . that , or he just liked the paycheck . 

but now he found himself busy reading the file on his newest patient . slurred speech , a loss of memory . the usual tests RULED OUT a heart attack or trauma , so what was left ? memories flood his head of the sticks and pokes he used to receive whenever he had to go to the hospital as a child . JOEL GLICKER : the boy with a medical file the size of a dictionary . he had been run through every test over and over , but now it was his turn solve the case ------ blood work , they had to do BLOOD WORK !

and he’s turning to do just that when he hears his name echo in his ears . head turning towards the source of the noise , all motor skills cease to function once he’s spotted exactly WHO that is . wednesday --- his cara mia , his first love . the girl who made him want to be a man . at least that’s how she appeared to a fourteen - year - old version of himself . but wait ... what was she doing here ? 

“  ------ wednesday ?  ”   the word comes out in a higher pitch than his usual tone , something that causes lips to clamp tightly together. swallowing hard , he brings his fist to his mouth and clears his throat . but it wasn’t good enough ... a sudden GASP for air taken ------ no ! not again ! a hand shifts down into the pocket of his lab coat , pulling his trusty inhaler from deep within and bringing it to his lips . a squeeze of his finger , a quick inhale in . he’s able to breathe at last ... at least for now .  EMBARRASSMENT evident in the way he returns it to his pocket , a sheepish gaze before he shifts his weight from one foot to another . play it cool , joel . you’re NOT a kid anymore !