Massive Scream Geek

Note: Y/N fanfiction

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N becomes romantically obsessed with Nevermore's mid-term arrival, Wednesday Addams. He knows the risk, but he has to know her.

Warnings: None

Nevermore Academy: Xavier's Art Studio

Wednesday follows Xavier later that day. He speed-walks past everyone and out of the school towards a shed in the woods that she doesn't recognize just barely on school grounds. He's constantly pulling up his collar, grunting every time he accidentally massages his hand on that one specific part of his neck. They don't seem to be bite marks, but those scratches are way too big for him to successfully hide.

Soon, she sees him exit out of his shed, his hair fully down. He looks disheveled as he jogs outside towards the sound of the warbling birds. 

"We need to do this." Wednesday insists to the hand on her shoulder, no matter how many doubts he may have about her current suspect list. Despite their differences, she believes the sheriff's theory that the monster is one of the students at Nevermore, and she needs to start crossing names before another body is added to its name, whatever it is. "Xavier didn't get those scratches from a fence. He's hiding something..... or someone."

Once he's gone, Wednesday steps out of the trees and sneaks into the shed. The art gallery intrigues her a tiny bit when she steps into the barely lit interior. It makes sense to her, given Xavier's character. 

When she pulls on the bulb for some lighting, a nerve strikes her when she sees his recent art piece. The monster itself. In such specific and graphic detail as well. And it's not just on this canvas, the entire shed is currently stocked with the imagery. Some are coal, some have bright colors. Usually a mixture of dark red, dark blue, and black. But all of them are about the horrifying creature. 

"I suppose every artist needs a muse." Wednesday comments out loud to Thing. But it's really to keep herself rational. Seeing all of this, the monster staring at her through rubber from every angle makes her blood boil. She almost seethes verbally as she clutches the shoulder strap of her backpack tightly, fingernails digging into the leather.

Thing taps on her shoulder and points at something on the table. A few tiny sketches that are still wet when Wednesday touches them. One is the monster, again. The other is a bunch of circles furiously drawn in motion.

"Xavier, who inspired you to make these interesting drawings?"

She has a few ideas on this question, reduced to one, because the other suspect is already dead. But this indicates to her that Xavier has some kind of relationship with the monster, whether it's friendly or not. Maybe both. 

She takes both drawings and marches out of the shed. But sneaking out proves to not be as simple as sneaking in.

"Wednesday?" Xavier's voice calls out to her, causing the girl to stop. She turns around to see him coming out from behind the shed as if he did a full circle around the woods this entire time. Thankfully, she already has his drawings in her bag before he spotted her.

"Xavier. Hello." She calmly greets him like she wasn't inside his private space. 

"What are you doing here?"

"Nothing. I just saw you come out this way." Wednesday answers only half-honestly, glancing at the shed that she's already broken into. "What is this place?"

"It's kind of my...... private art studio." Xavier answers in an oddly shy manner, as if sheepish just from hearing Wednesday bring it up. "I cleared it out, fixed it up, so Weems let me use it."

"How very entrepreneurial." Wednesday comments in a secretly backhanded way. Though it's always interesting to hear a rich high school kid getting his own hands dirty. "I would love to see inside. Why don't you give me a tour?"

She examines his behavior. Xavier opens his mouth, but doesn't say anything at first. His eyes fall to the ground and his head slightly lowers.

"Um, not right now. It's a total mess." Xavier nervously declines her, as if knowing that what she will see will strike a negative chord with her. "Me and Y/N got into a bit of a wrestling match in there, and uh..... I haven't cleaned it up yet."

"I shadowed a crime scene photographer last summer. I'm not easily fazed."

"Maybe later." Xavier still dismisses her though, only cementing her current theory. "Why were you looking for me?"

Wednesday now has to come up with a solid enough excuse, then she can hopefully escape this conversation that is starting to get uncomfortable. "I wanted to go over Ms. Thornhill's homework assignment."

"She didn't give us homework, remember?" Xavier points out, however, easily calling her out on her bluff. If there's one thing that Wednesday isn't good at, aside from emotion, it's lying on the spot. She's way too blunt for it. "Why are you really out here?"

Wednesday now is in an even worse situation than when she started. She can't come up with anything this time, not with Xavier staring at her so suspiciously.

But to her shock and somewhat relief, he abruptly chuckles.

"Um, Wednesday. Listen, I'm honored. Really, I am. But I don't really see you in that way. And it's not because I don't think you're pretty, or that you scare me too much for me to say yes. But I just, um.... you know how complicated it's going to be if we show up together, right?" Xavier awkwardly tries to let her down gently, apparently thinking this is about the upcoming dance. "I mean, Y/N clearly likes you a lot. And, if we roll in together like..... like that, you know, arms crossed or whatever, that would be......... well, that would cause a lot of problems."

He winces, obviously afraid of how someone like Wednesday will take that.

"That's not.... I wasn't....." Wednesday finds herself stuttering, feeling like it's an attack to her ego for him to assume that she was planning to ask him out. But it's probably the safest excuse she can use. "It's fine. No harm done."

Speaking of a certain obsession-driven vampire....

"Where is Y/N, anyway?" 

"I don't know. He kind of keeps to himself most of the time. Though he has begun to step outside more often when we ask him to hang out." Xavier answers with a shrug. Then his eyes widen and he snaps his fingers. "Oh! That's what you were doing? Oh, that makes so much more sense." He exclaims with a genuine laugh as he proceeds to pull out his phone. "I could text him right now, if you want to meet up. It'll be so much faster that way-"

"NO!"

Xavier pauses with a raised brow. Wednesday is embarrassed just how loud and frantic she sounded. She really didn't mean to be like that, and now the other psychic just saw her panic for the first time ever, and on full display. She awkwardly clears her throat.

"I mean..... that won't be necessary. I would like to find him myself." Wednesday claims as she averts her eyes, her face red hot. "Thank you, Xavier."

She turns around and marches away as fast as she can while failing to look casual about it. Xavier watches her go, horribly confused.

"No problem.....?"

_________________________________________

Nevermore Academy: Caliban Hall

Of course, there are supposed to be rules about who goes in which dorm. Especially when it comes to gender differences. But there's also an equally known fact that students around here aren't always known for abiding the rules. And there are some that are unofficially known for being ignored. It's simply never spoken because not everyone gets caught in the act.

But she isn't trying to be sneaky about it. Not this time. To do it in the daylight would be foolish and not worth the squeeze. 

"I'm so stupid, stupid, stupid!" Petroplus slaps himself across the forehead, depressing himself on the couch. "Man, she's never going to forgive me...."

"Ajax."

The gorgon literally jumps up and screams the second he hears her voice. He must have really been absorbed in his thoughts for his own name to scare him that much. Part of her is morbidly curious about the cause of his major anxiety, but she has more important matters to attend to.

"Wednesday?" He utters in shock. "What are you doing here?" 

Her name alone finally causes most of the boys in the lounge to look up and notice her presence. However, most of them are too scared of her to call her out.

"I'm looking for Y/N." Wednesday answers bluntly, wanting to come and go as soon as possible. "Where is he?" 

"Um..... he's up in his room." Ajax quietly answers as he points towards the staircase, leading to the room that don't have stone rocks for walls. "But I don't think you should-"

Wednesday ignores him and marches up the stairs anyway, not caring at all about his opinion on the matter. He seems to have other things to focus on anyway. 

When she opens the door, her entire world freezes for a second when she sees another female in the dorm room. After zipping up the tip of her uniform, she turns around as if sensing her presence as well. She can recognize those manipulative pale blue eyes and dark scales from anywhere.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Bianca asks her with a raised brow as if she wasn't expecting her to actually be the one that pays Y/N a visit herself. 

"Ditto." Wednesday responds as she looks her up and down, trying to scan whatever she can find. She looks mostly the same except for how unnaturally relaxed she is. Most of the time, she has her shoulders up to portray her fake queen persona. "I thought Y/N dumped you to the curve."

"The moral side of him did, yes." Bianca answers with a bob of her head. Her lips curl into a devilish smile. "The rebel side of him on the other hand? Eh, he's doesn't really care."

Wednesday feels something toxic boiling inside of her. But she can't let anything the siren says get to her. She already had the pleasure of sinking her boat in the Poe Cup. "Where is Y/N? I need to speak with him."

"Oh, he's in the bathroom." Bianca calmly answers as she nods towards the closed door where they can hear water rushing through the sink on the other side. "He needed to...... clean himself up." 

"And he just randomly decided to invite you to his room on this specific day? He must be desperate." 

"Oh, no. This is the third time this week." Bianca corrects her as she stands up and shoulders past her towards the door. "This is the first time he's called right after classes though. Most of the time, it's later, and then we stay up..... all night."

Wednesday squints at her hard. "I'm much more focused on trying to solve the town's murdering monster issue. If you really expect me to be affected by whatever you're implying-"

"That we would sit and talk all night about him adapting to the new Nightshades. Why? What were you thinking?" Bianca asks her with a genuinely curious look. "That we slammed our hot naked bodies against each other three times on the same week?"

Wednesday shivers. "I think I'm gonna barf...."

"Good, then my work here is done." Bianca quips with a sassy wink. She finally heads out the door with all of her stuff like she owns the place. "Toodles~" 

Wednesday feels her lower jaw become fuzzy and her adam's apple repulsing. But she manages to hold it in at the very last minute. She hears the siren close the door behind her, leaving her in this now painful interaction she's about to endure. 

She's not exactly sure what she was thinking, now that she looks around the room for a second time. She's already snuck in here before, so she should know that there isn't really a bed for anything to happen.

"Shit!" She hears from the bathroom as the sink water stops and runs again. Before her curious brain could usher the idea of looking around again, the bathroom door finally opens and Y/N steps out while wiping his neck with a paper towel.

He stops and does a double-take the second he sees her in his room. "What are you doing here?"

"You sound surprised." Wednesday responds in a cheeky manner. She assumed him to know better by now, to expect her from anywhere. And usually, his dark eyes brighten when he looks at her. "Why was Bianca here? I thought the two of you broke up."

"Well, we weren't exactly together to begin with. It was one kiss." Y/N brings up in a matter-of-fact way of saying it. "Secondly, I didn't know that we needed each other's permission to talk to other people we don't like." 

He playfully gasps.

"Curveball....."

He throws the bloody towel into the trash bin before he steps into the room. He sits down on his coffin and begins tying his shoelaces as if only now putting them back on moments ago. 

Wednesday glances towards the open bathroom door. She spots not one, but two toothbrushes hiding in the used cup on the sink. And she takes a deep swallow. Y/N notices the places she's staring at and lets out a long sigh.

"Do you want something?" He asks her, not sure why he has to keep the conversation going himself. If she needs his help, he wants to help her. But he doesn't like how awkward she's making things. 

"Where were you on the night they found the homeless man's body?" Wednesday interrogates him, keeping her ulterior motives to herself for now. She needs to be absolutely sure she's right before playing all her cards. "Coach Vlad said you weren't at your room until twelve."

Y/N hums in response, impossible for her to read. "What I always do. I go out and check Crackstone's body." 

"You usually do at that nine-thirty."

Y/N softly chuckles before raising a brow at her. "Have you been following me?"

"The same way you've been following me." Wednesday confidently replies as she crosses her arms, to which Y/N bops his head.

"Fair enough."

"I believe that's around the time Xavier got those scars. It would explain why he's recently been wearing a second jacket." Wednesday points out while trying to sound as neutral as possible. But there's no denying the underlining suspicion. "I want to make sure it has nothing to do with my investigation."

"We were roughhousing that night. He tried to climb a fence and he fell." Y/N claims in order to protect Xavier and honor his wishes. "It was nothing, really. If it was part of the case, I would tell you."

The second he says that, his brain hits him with something and he snaps his fingers.

"By the way, I was actually busy that night. I didn't find anything useful, but it was kind of interesting." Y/N mentions as he stands up and ambles around his own room. "The police know what the monster looks like now. That includes the Sheriff."

That gets Wednesday's undivided attention. "They do?"

"Yup, our guy took pictures right before he died. Caught a clear glimpse of the thing's face. Big teeth, bigger head. Looked like something from a claymation film." Y/N explains as he turns to her curiously. "Is that what you're looking for?"

"It is." Wednesday answers with a frustrated exhale. "Though it's curious that they haven't announced it yet if they now have proof it wasn't a bear."

"Oh, course they haven't. Why would they do that?" Y/N sarcastically remarks with a knowing look. "I mean, that would make Nevermore look like a psycho school, and make Jericho look bad for accepting them."

"Of course, can't forget their valuable reputation." Wednesday adds with a tired sigh. She shouldn't have expected anything different. She wonders if Sheriff Galpin is taking this seriously or if she's just playing along to the mayor's wishes. But deep down, she's hoping that he knows how to bite as well as bark.

"Is that it?" Y/N then asks her after a brief minute of silence. He looks rather disappointed. "You came all the way over here, disapproved of my company, just because you wanted to talk about alibis?" 

Wednesday stares at him, silently. She has to say something. But this vampire is even harder to fool than Xavier, and she couldn't even come up with a solid excuse for him. 

But before she can, the door to the dorm room swiftly opens.

"Wednesday Addams! You shouldn't be in here." Coach Vlad scolds her with that robotic stare. "Please leave now so I don't have to waste time, giving you a detention."

Wednesday stares back at him, but doesn't respond or object. She calmly walks out of the dorm room without causing a fuss. 

Vlad then turns to Y/N with a seemingly tired expression behind those eyes. "Stop bringing girls up here." 

"Hey now, she came here on her own." Y/N responds defensively as he puts his Nevermore uniform and jacket back on. "Don't talk to me like I'm my dad."

"Last I recall, I'm your teacher." Vlad brings up. "So, I can say whatever I believe helps your character."

"Yeah, well, you're also the nephew." Y/N retorts in a snarky tone as he steps out, giving him a funny look as he passes him. "So, respect your elders."

He heads out of the dorm himself, leaving the taller man to groan at his situation. 

Y/N frantically cleans his sunglasses on his shirt before rushing outside. He was worried that all hope was lost. But thankfully, he's able to see Wednesday only a dozen feet away after leaving Caliban Hall. 

"Wednesday! Hold up!" He calls out to her. The mere utterance of his voice is enough to make the Addams girl stop in her tracks. She turns around, keeping her blank expression. But her eyebrows raise a few inches upward. "Making me think you wanted to get kicked out."

"I got all that I needed." Wednesday answers calmly as she holds one of her shoulder straps with one hand. "Though, I'm sorry if your desire for my attention was interrupted."

"Oh, no worries. I'll survive." Y/N responds with a shrug. "But, uh...... that was it? You really just came over to ask a question?"

Wednesday squints at him. "Why are you so pushy on this subject?"

"Well, I don't know. I guess I just wanted to think that, you know, after we finally had that awkward moment at the Harvest Festival, we were finally getting somewhere. A place that is slowly involving consensual stalking, thrilling back-biting, and an appreciation for our shared love of sadism." Y/N replies honestly, sharing his genuine feelings with her right in the open. "Basically, like..... our normal. If that makes any sense."

It takes Wednesday off guard because she feels her heart physically react to that statement.

"What I'm trying to say is...... I was wondering if this had anything to do with a specific weekend. A dance that makes you want to poke needles into your eyes, perhaps?" Y/N brings up more specifically. His hands are in his pockets as he seems genuinely nervous inside when he says these words. The last time that happened was in the seventeenth century. "Because..... I would really like to do the poking, if you're gonna say it. We might get lucky and score an accidental lobotomy. "

Wednesday freezes. Her body is literally shaking as she struggles to make eye contact with the amazingly affectionate vampire. Her eyeballs hit the floor every three seconds. She recovers each time, but it's not enough to hide the knot in her stomach.

Sometimes intentions melt in the face of unexpected opportunity. If this was Wednesday's chance to get up close and personal with a potentially unsuspecting and unaware serial killer, could she really throw it away?

"Are you trying to ask me out?" Wednesday hands as she folds her hands together.

"I thought you were the independent one." Y/N playfully replies with a small grin on his face. "If you want me to be the one that asks..."

"I can do it myself." Wednesday immediately responds, easily taking the bait. So, Y/N stands up straight and patiently waits for her to demonstrate her willpower. "Would you........?"

She lets out a weary sigh, roughly licking her bottom gums all the way from left to right. 

"Would....... Would you......." She says flatly at first. Not exactly the best start because she knows she can do better than that. Apparently, the biggest fight she's ever been in isn't drawing first blood with Bianca or stroking in the Poe Cup, but it's asking the vampire in front of him a simple question. "Would..... Would you possibly consider going to the Rave'N dance with a certain....."

She cuts herself off, hating the nickname that she was going to call herself, inspired by her father.  

"Would you want to poke needles with.......?"

She hates that one as well.

"Would you.... Would you like to go to the dance with me?"

Y/N softly chuckles once she finally says it out loud. It's so simple, yet effective.  

"Yes, Wednesday, I would love to go to the dance with you." Y/N answers in the same exact simple way. His undead heart glows on the inside. "I thought you'd never ask."

Wednesday's insides shake as she turns around to walk away.

"Neither did I."

__________________________________________

Nevermore Academy: Rave'N

For this year's dance, the theme is revealed to be ice themed. Climate crises that would case extinction effect. Light blue and white are the prime colors. With things such as massive ice shards, fog machines, dry ice that could potentially make a few people pass out, frozen gummy worms for the cups, and a humongous statue of the infamous yeti. An Outcast that is no longer with them today. 

Y/N still misses the last yeti friend he ever made to this day.

"So, it's true?" Xavier brings up out of the blue, no pun intended, as they're helping Thornhill with the decorations for Saturday. There's not really much else to do besides start an idle conversation so that the work doesn't get boring. "You're really taking Wednesday to the Rave'N?"

Y/N finishes hanging up another snowflake. He climbs down the ladder and squints at him in confusion. "How'd you learn about that?" 

"Enid's blog." Xavier casually answers as he pulls out his phones for a brief moment to show him. "That, and she was pretty much screaming from her dorm room, around the Quad, The Link, and even inside the lupin cages."

"That.... makes a lot of sense." Y/N notes with an unsurprised sigh. 

"You know this is Wednesday Addams we're talking about, right?" Xavier brings up as he stares at the vampire curiously. "I thought you would be a little bit happier, considering the fact that you actually got her to go somewhere with you."

"I am, can't you see by the look on my face?" Y/N responds with the blankest, undead face imaginable. "I guess I'm a little nervous, that's all. I mean, the last time I brought someone to the Rave'N, someone dropped a cow head in the punch bowl."

Xavier rapidly blinks before pointing at him. "That was you, remember?"

"It was?" Y/N blinks, genuinely not remembering that. He glances down with a surprised hum. "We really need to stop spiking that stuff."

"It wasn't even..... whatever." Xavier quickly waves it off because he really does not want to talk about that night. And he wonders why everyone that isn't a Nightshade is terrified of him. "Speaking of a certain werewolf. Ajax, you're inviting Enid to the dance, right?"

They turn towards the gorgon who is completely zoned out. Now more than ever. 

"Hey!" 

Xavier slams the table, making the gorgon almost jump out of his shoes. "Wha....?"

"Dude, are you okay?" Y/N asks him with an earnestly worried look on his face. At this point, he's going from confused to extremely concerned for him. "You are completely out of it, and that's saying something." 

"I'm fine, dude. Chill, okay?" Ajax claims as he tries shaking it away with his head. Though that doesn't stop the other two from staring at him. "I'm just, you know...... thinking."

"Thinking?" Xavier repeats him with a raised brow. "Bro, if you're going to lie, at least make it a good one."

Ajax scoffs at him. "Screw you....."

Xavier's expression softens, he glances at Y/N but he doesn't look like he has any idea either. But if they had to guess, it has to do with Enid. Because no other person could actually make the Stoner lose his chill like this. 

SWIIIIIIIIIIING!

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" A scream tears through the entire room being used for this event. Most of the students jump to hide as if they're the ones to blame, one falls off the ladder they were on, taking it down with them. Even Thornhill is frozen. Only one person could screech that loud, and it's the one female siren in Nevermore's royalty that isn't Bianca.

"I can't believe this! I literally cannot believe this!" Divina stomps through pretty much everything, specifically towards the boys because they're the only friends left to hear her anquish. "She broke up with me! Yoko actually broke up with me!"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Y/N expresses his 'sympathies' in a venomously sarcastic tone. "Your tone implies that we're actually... supposed to care." 

"The day where she was supposed to go with me and we were gonna make it official, she breaks up with me! Over the freaking phone! It's his fault, I know it! I'm gonna kill him! I am actually going to kill him!" Divina continues on as she squeezes one of her fists like she's squeezing the juice out of an orange with its skin on. "Where is Kent?!"

"No idea. He didn't want to volunteer." Xavier calmly answers with a shake of his head. "But if I had to guess, I would say he's hiding from you."

Divina lets out the most animalistic groan before stomping back out of the Rave'N.

"KENT!" 

"Nice lady...." Y/N mutters as he and Xavier turn back to their duties as if nothing happened. They don't really have the context of what happened, and they personally don't want to know.

Ajax comes back from the under the table, evidently shaking as he pokes his head out. "Is she gone?"

"Yup."

The gorgon lets out a sigh of relief as he and fifty other guys and girls step out of their hiding places. Seems that Bianca keeps that kind of company around for a reason, and it's not just because they share their scales. 

"That girl scares the crap out of me, man, even when Wednesday Addams is now around." Ajax comment out loud as he goes back to cutting/folding decorations. "Beware the wrath of a spoiled teenager."

"Yeah, Y/N would certainly know that." Xavier remarks as he nods towards the vampire who throws a decoration at his face in response.

"Anyway, you gotta tell us what's going on right now." Y/N tells it to the gorgon up front because this has been going on for a whole week. And being undead doesn't always mean he has unlimited patience. "Because whatever it is, it's affecting you, and it's affecting how you're folding the decorations."

"What are you talking about?" Ajax tries to laugh it off like he's his old self again, but it comes off painfully plastic. "I'm making, uh.... killer icicles, dude."

Y/N takes the one he's holding right now and only needs to take one look at it.

"You made a sad face emoji." 

Ajax groans and slams his own head against the table. "I'm such a loser...."

"Not really, but you're definitely acting like one." Xavier comments without any sugarcoating. "You know you're still our friend, even when you're depressed, right? Just tell us what's going on."

The gorgon stands back up with a heavy exhale. He still stalls for a painfully long amount of time, but seeing as how they're not going to give up, he prepares to finally spill the beans.

"So, um.... you guys remember when I said that I was going on that date behind the greenhouse with Enid?" Ajax brings up, to which both boys nod in response. It's not really hard to forget all of the groans and moans that came out of that place on that one blue moon, especially for people like Y/N. "Well, I, uh..... I kinda...... you know, accidentally stoned myself in the shower. So, I, uh...... didn't make it."

"Oh....." Y/N utters, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. "That's not good."

"And I've been so embarrassed that I can't even look at Enid anymore. Everyone time she gets close to me, I end up literally running away."

"Oh, that's worse!"

"I know, I know!" Ajax exclaims as he grabs his face, looking like he's about to squeal at any second. "It wasn't my fault, but what am I supposed to do? Tell her that the towel fell off the mirror and I stoned myself, missing what was supposed to be the biggest night of our lives?"

Xavier and Y/N share a glance before staring at him earnestly. "Yeah."

"Oh, come on! I can't do that! Then she'll really hate me!"

"Dude, you already stood her up. That's code red for any relationship ever." Y/N brings up in a very serious manner. Now it's time to be giving the goofy stoner the real talk. "Had Enid ever actually judged you for your snakes or the fact that you could stone other people? Including yourself."

Ajax presses his lips together, averting his eyes like a child getting a scolding from his parents. "No, she said she didn't mind it..... one hundo...."

"See? There you go."

"One hundo?" Xavier raises a brow and chuckles. "What kind of slang is-?"

Y/N cuts him off with an elbow to the lungs.

"Look, you didn't intend to stand her up, but she doesn't know that. And even if you did, that doesn't really matter. What matters is that you need to go up to her with your heart in your hand, and acknowledged that you messed up." Y/N tells him. Hearing him talk to the gorgon like this while making it impossible to see his eyes makes Ajax feel extra uncomfortable. "Unless you just don't really respect her that much."

"What? That's not true! I do! I really like her!"

"Then man up!" Y/N tells him like he should know better than this by now. "Because right now, you're acting like a child!"

THUD!

They both turn to see Xavier now on the floor, coughing, wheezing and gasping for air. 

Y/N winces a little bit. "Sorry..... didn't mean to hit you that hard."

He looks down to see that they're out of decorations to cut. So, the hanging of the icicles is complete. He apologetically walks over his friend's writhing body as he approaches the teacher on the other side of the room.

"Ms. Thornhill!" 

"Y/N! Good to see that you're finally helping with the Rave'N this year!" Thornhill replies in a giddy manner. The vampire hasn't blown it off as long as he did the Poe Cup. But he has kept a fair distance from it after what happened thirty years ago. "Are you okay? You need any help?"

"Oh, no, we're fine. Though, I did want to ask something." Y/N claims as he raises a curious hand. "Are those club openings still available?"

Thornhill blinks, genuinely surprised. "You want to join a club?"

"First time for everything." Y/N remarks with a shrug of his shoulders. "My time is nearly up at Nevermore, anyway." 

"Well, I don't know, really...." Thornhill regrettably answers. "You'll probably have more luck asking Weems."

"Ah, that's right." Y/N acknowledges with a nod. "I'll go do that."

He's getting a little bit more curious about extracurriculars this past week.....

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Nevermore Academy: Ophelia Hall

"Wednesday!" Enid energetically calls out to her roommate as she goes up the stairs, hopping through the door into their room. "Are you there? I need to talk to you about-"

She looks around, the place seems just as empty as it always is. But then she hears a tap and turns to see Thing who is trying to get her attention.

"Oh, thank gosh. Thing, have you seen Wednesday? I've been trying to talk to her about Ajax."

The hand points towards a specific spot of the room. And when Enid turns to see her, she is practically stunned.

Wednesday stares at her blankly, perched up against the corner between the door and her bed. She has kneeled down, covering herself in her own blanket. Looking like a goblin that's made their home in a potato sack.

Wednesday blinks at her.

"Something really terrifying has just happened to me."

Note: Y/N fanfiction

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N becomes romantically obsessed with Nevermore's mid-term arrival, Wednesday Addams. He knows the risk, but he has to know her.

Warnings: Graphic Violence

Cobham Woods: Old Jericho

It's the exact same night, no more than an hour after the painting incident. Y/N is on his way back to the dorm when his selective hearing unexpectedly catches something. He once again hears the roar of the monster for the second time tonight. But it isn't coming from Xavier's art studio again. It's coming from a completely different direction.

If he was lucky enough to hear it, then he takes it as a sign that he's supposed to investigate. So, with a sharp tug of his clothing, he shrinks down to size and turns into a bat. He flaps his wings towards where he heard the noise.

From that same direction, the sound is replaced with police sirens blaring. By the time he finally makes it, he's in Old Jericho, and the crime scene is taking place at the old meeting house. Deputies have already yellow taped the scene, the red and blue lights flash, and he can smell a horrendous amount of blood.

However, as he looks around, he sees that he's not the only Nevermore kid that's decided to peek around. He knows of only one kid that also roams around at night when the lights go out like he does.

"Eugene?" Y/N utters as he turns back right behind him, causing the kid to yelp and spin around.

"Geez! Where did-?!"

Y/N quickly shushes him as he looks over at the crime scene worryingly. Thankfully, none of the authorities seem to have spotted them yet. It helps that they have their lights flashing and are surrounding a bright campfire. It covers them perfectly in the darkness.

"What are you doing here?" He then questions the swarmer with a pointed brow. Though he's sure that the kid is practically incapable of murder, it is a little suspicious to still find him roaming around one of the monster's favorite spots. "I thought Sheriff Galpin banned all hikes."

"I was collecting some fellow insects." Eugene answers as he holds up a sizeable jar in his hands. For him, the cause of the environment is more important that the cause of Jericho's PR. "I know my power are very limited. But one day, I'm hoping to control more than just bees. Plus, I can provide a better home than the innocent trees that they parasi"

Y/N cuts him off with a hand before he goes on for too long, looking at him with a slightly amused glint in his eye. "You know, you remind me of this one mental patient I knew."

"Oh, really? Did he love bugs, too?"

"Like children." Y/N answers with a genuine smile. "Then he fed them to bats."

Eugene's smile drops.

"I need to call Wednesday, she'll probably want to....." Y/N pulls out his phone, until his brain reminds him of one annoying factor. "....except she doesn't have a phone."

He sighs as he grabs Eugene's shoulders.

"Okay, you need to get back home." Y/N tells him in a dead serious manner so that he doesn't question it. "Tell Wednesday what happened here. She'll probably want to know there's another dead guy."

"What?" Eugene utters. He lets out an anxious exhale. "But what about-?"

When he turns around, Y/N is gone.

Eugene throws up his hands in bewilderment.

"Two of them? This is getting out of hand...." He mutters before taking the hint to escape the scene while he still can.

As a bat, Y/N continues observing the cops from above as they investigate the scene. A few minutes later, a slightly bigger cruiser shows up, and Sheriff Galpin steps out to see what's going on.

Deputy Ritchie finds a camera hidden under the squatter's makeshift bed and Y/N sees her hand it to the sheriff.

Jackpot.

When the sheriff drives back to the station, Y/N follows him out through the woods and back to Jericho. It's admittedly difficult, trying to keep up with a car while having wings that can only flap so fast. But, he's able to keep track of it with a bat's specific vision. And he already knows specifically where he's going to go.

Once they're at the sheriff's department, Y/N looks around until he sees one of the deputies hanging around outside near his shop. This gives him an idea. He finds a quiet spot behind the building to shift and change again. Then he approaches him.

When the deputy hears an unexpected bark, he turns to see a German Shepard suddenly appear from his left.

"What the-?!" He jumps as if getting spooked by a ghost. He quickly makes sure that nobody else saw that before awkwardly clearing his throat. "How the heck did you get out? I made sure the door was...."

Y/N cutely barks at him, and even reaches up to pat his leg like a good boy begging for attention.

The deputy lets out a tired sigh. "All that tourist cash and the mayor can't afford proper K9 facilities...."

He hooks the dog to a leash, which definitely feels very weird for Y/N, and brings him back into the department. He takes him into the massive cage that the place has for some reason and puts him inside after unhooking him. It looks like a more depressed version of a doggy daycare. One that only accepts German Shepards.

The dogs all bark and sniff him like he's one of their own. Another weird feeling, especially when they start pointing their noses down there. Some of them lick his face, which feels nicer than he expected.

"This gate was locked." The deputy notices as he opens, closes, and locks it back up for his peace of mind. "The fact that you were able to sneak out of here says a lot about how much we get paid."

Then he leaves to continue whatever lunch break he was on.

Once the room is quiet again, rather than attempting to assimilate all the animals in the cage, Y/N instead waits a few more minutes before shifting down into a rat. The dogs groan and whimper in confusion, but they are not the stereotypical cartoon animals, so they simply watch him do his thing in mild awe.

His smaller size allows him to slip through the holes of the cage, and under the door that leads into the police station.

Now that he's in here, he sticks to stealth as he goes around the very busy building. He can't let any of the cops see him or else he'll be thrown out like a rodent, or worse, accidentally stomped on and turned into mush. He adapts the strengths and weakness of the animals he's able to turn into.

It's so much better when he's able to be in control.

He sneaks around the station, going desk by desk, avoiding the massive boots and wheels that threaten to turn him into a gushy red mess.

He overhears a conversation between two deputies under one desk he hides under.

"Sheriff's really convinced that a Nevermore kid did it." The female deputy brings up.

"Can you blame him? No way in hell a 'bear' did all that. Even if it was on cocaine." The male deputy responds as he eats the last bit of his hotdog. "Has to be another schizoid werewolf."

"No.... feels more like a ripper vampire."

"That's impossible. The body still had blood in both pulses." The male deputy insists as he throws away the wrapper. "And the guy really only lost his foot and a few toes in the other. A ripper would've taken the whole arm, then the head. They like to eat them separately until they're dry."

"And his Johnson."

"What?"

"Guys on the scene said his Johnson was ripped off as well, left only one testicle hanging." The female deputy mentions with a small chuckle, unable to relate.

"Wait, so that thing I found on the table was....."

He glances at the wrapper in the trash before standing up and sprinting into the bathroom.

The female deputy blinks before dropping her head with an irritated sigh. "Stop stealing things you think is food from the crime scenes!"

Y/N is finally able to use the distraction to sneak past them without the female deputy glancing at the floor. But it only gets more difficult the deeper he gets.

The stairs are an even bigger challenge, as Y/N has to literally jump/climb over every single one. And he has to do it fast before someone sees a rat doing gymnastics and realizes that it's a vampire poking his nose into their business.

Finally, after what feels like an entire gym workout, he makes it to the sheriff's office. He's once again able to squeeze down under to get inside without a key, and once he is, he finally gets to give himself his human body back.

He groans as bones start to abruptly pop one by one just from a single stretch. Y/N reaches over and touches his back which currently feels like he just turned five-thousand years older.

"I need to do more yoga....."

Part of him hates the animal part of his bloodline. It's probably the most useful thing he has. But thanks to people like Zeus and his own father, the furry shapeshifting tends to get a bad rep with everyone else. Yet another thing Normies can use to hold vampires down to an immoral level.  

He eventually pushes himself up and walks over to Donovan's desk where he sees a folder that's recently been placed on his desk. This is more likely whatever he ended up bringing from the red room.

He takes it and opens it. What he sees sends a chill down his spine.

It's the face of the monster. The exact one from Xavier's paintings. It's uncanny how spotless the comparison is. And this time, he's seeing it from the perspective of a man right before he was torn apart.

Y/N can feel and hear the pain from these pictures. How he must've felt as the monster dug it's claws into his flesh, scraping the flesh and the bone beneath it. Did it also open wide and gnaw on his skull, tearing the scalpel off his head? That would explain the chunk of his head that was missing.

And he could only scream, begging for the sweet release of death. He wouldn't wish that fate on his worst enemy.....

Actually, he most definitely would, if he was still alive.

It starts bringing him back to Old Jericho, which is why he frantically stuffs them back into the folder and slams it back down on the desk. He closes his eyes with an heavy exhale, but it only gives him visions of the blood and gore he left behind. He revisits the screeches of the dead, the last moments of a person's life.

Is there any peace once they get to the afterlife? Or does that last moment of suffering stay with them forever? Haunting them for the entirety of their eternal rest? 

With nothing else to do, he heads towards the window, opens it, turns into a bat and flies away. He knows the sheriff will probably be suspicious seeing his office's window wide open, but there's only so much he can do. Bats aren't known for working out.

That aside, one thing is abundantly clear.

His interest in Wednesday's murder investigation has just skyrocketed.

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Jericho: Jericho County Corner

Wednesday has learned some interesting news about a dead body that was found last night. The next day, when the moon rises again, she makes a plan for her and Thing to break into the building so they can see the recent victim for themselves. Y/N's mention about body parts combined with the fact that it was found in the old meeting house gives her the idea that she'll learn something more if she sees the aftermath herself.

With a screwdriver and removal of the lid, Thing hops into the vent and crawls through it until he makes it to the morgue. Once he hops into the chilly room, he hops onto the top of a camera where he sticks some black bubblegum to block out the lens.

He then hops on the wall and presses a button that opens the garage door to let her step inside before closing it back up to prevent any suspicion.

"While I do the autopsy, you find the file of the monster's other victims and make copies." Wednesday orders the hand as she stomps into the room.

He taps loudly on the examination table, wanting to see the museum of dead bodies with her.

"Don't pout. Your scalpel skills are questionable." Wednesday responds with a strict hand. She pulls her bag of sharp tool and unfolds them nicely. Her collection almost perfectly mimics that of the Bay Harbor Butcher. "Do you remember my 13th birthday when Uncle Fester got me that cadaver? You sliced right through that man's carotid."

Thing shrugs his thumb, not sure what she was expecting of him when he only has one hand as his entire body. He gives her a mocking salute before leaving the morgue, prompting Wednesday to sigh as she's finally left to begin her work.

She starts opening shelves, seeing dead body after dead body.

"No..... no....... not this one."

She pauses at the third one and takes a strong whiff. She inhales appreciatively. "Magnificent hematoma." 

She finally finds the squatter, carrying a handful of lethal scars and is a lot more dead than she last saw him. She pulls him out before pulling out a recorder from her pocket. "Thursday, 7:23 pm. The body is that of a fifty-year-old male." She begins as she now examines the body. "Lacerations and defensive wounds appear on both hands. What remains of the chest and torso indicate a frenzied attack. Subject has been entirely disemboweled." 

Wednesday pauses when she notices a missing feature from the corpse.

"This is curious. Subject's left foot is missing. It appears to have been chewed off at the ankle."

Interrupting her notes is the sound of a car pulling up, and headlights flashing from outside. Then Thing frantically storms into the room. 

"Have you seen a left foot anywhere?" Wednesday asks calmly. Thing ignores her and starts tapping like he's on fire. 

"Calm down. Who's coming?"

Thing makes a star shape and then imitates a surgical saw. Wednesday presses her lips together before pushing the body back into its place before she looks around for somewhere to hide.

Only problem is that a morgue isn't the ideal place to play hide and seek.

"Appreciate you coming back to the office, Doc." She can hear Donovan's muffled voice from behind the door as they presumably step into the hallway.

"No problem, Sheriff. Whatever I can do to help."

The doors swing open. Both Sheriff Galpin and Reggie Anwar step into the morgue. Judging by the sounds of it, this has something to do with the current serial-killer monster investigation. 

"Whatever or whoever is responsible for these killings.... In all my years, I've never seen injuries like them." Anwar shares honestly with the man as he brings him over to the fridge with the body parts. "I thought you should see this before I issued my report on the latest victim. It's a real noodle-scratcher."

He opens it, and Donovan sees the squatter's foot inside in a jar. 

"The killer cut off toe toes from the victim's left foot. Best guess, they used a surgical saw." Anwar points out. That is oddly professional for a killer known for charging at its prey and furiously ripping them apart. "The final autopsy report is still pending."

"Minute you're done, send it straight to my desk." Donovan tells him with a serious expression. "Media blackout on the toes."

"Sure thing, Sheriff."

With that taken care of, Donovan heads out....

"Been a busy couple of weeks, huh?" Anwar starts talking again, making the sheriff stop and turn back around. "At least I'm going out in style. Friday's my last day."

"Happy retirement, Doc." Donovan wishes him before he leaves.....

"Gonna surprise Mrs. Anwar with a four-week cruise." Anwar continues, stopping the sheriff and making him turn around again. 

Donovan chuckles wryly before heading out the....

"Excited to trade rib shears for Mai Tais."

Donovan gives up and stays where he is, silently staring at the man to see if he has anything else to talk his ear off about.

"See yourself out." Anwar tells him with a point towards the door, wondering why he's hanging around. "I'll lock up."

Donovan sighs before he finally steps out the door.

The doctor's about to leave as well until he notices that one of the racks on his shelf is open. Perplexed, he walks over and fully opens it. He ends up pulling the body of Wednesday Addams out. 

"I don't remember this one coming in....." Anwar says to himself in confusion. Wednesday doesn't blink one and stays perfectly still. He taps on her right cheek. Her body flaps like there's nothing inside. "Full rigor. You've been dead a while. Guess you won't mind waiting another day for me to cut you open."

With a smile, he pushes her back in and locks the rock before heading out. 

Once he's gone, Thing pops out from a skeleton's empty skull and rushes over to unlock/pull the rack before Wednesday freezes to death.

"Five more minutes." Wednesday demands however, looking a lot more relaxed than the hand genuinely expected. Her smirk speaks of a very rare and satisfying pleasure. "I was just getting comfortable."

Thing obliges and closes the rack back up.

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Nevermore Academy: Hallway

Kent's not exactly sure how it happened. One moment, he was in his bed, feeling sorry for himself. The next, he's sitting on this bed, feeling like he's working on a special school project. Only that it's more important than anything Nevermore could've given him.

"Didn't expect you to be into that."

Kent mentally jumps and looks up to find Yoko staring down at him after appearing out of nowhere. And then, all the anxiety that's crushed him before returns to do a little bit more crushing.

"Oh, uh...... yeah, you know, had to find that one thing."

"Let me guess, Y/N told you that?"

Kent blinks and squints at her. "How did you know?"

"It's all in the eyes." Yoko answers. Hearing her say that and stare at him without her sunglasses makes the siren nervous in a way that's hard to describe, but he really does not like it. "Anyway, that's good. Didn't know you had it in you."

"Thanks. So far, I've made a spider, a cat, and even a nightshade."

"Wonderful." Yoko comments with an overly bright smile for her. "Keep it up. You'll finally be a someone that isn't bowing down to another someone."

Kent awkwardly chuckles in response; there's no use hiding that bubbly feeling in his gut. But then he thinks about her and Divina's relationship and he feels not as good.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Kent takes a deep breath. He looks up with a more serious face, one that grabs the vampire's attention but it is so unlike him. 

"I need to tell you something, and you need to promise not to get mad at me....."

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Nevermore Academy: Ophelia Hall

At this point, Wednesday feels like her murder investigation has really sped up. After dealing with the dilemmas of Rowan being dead or not, and Crackstone's perplexing connection to the whole situation, she's finally following leads on the monster itself. Even if it isn't trying to kill her, it's killing Nevermore and Jericho people alike. She hasn't been this excited since her last doll execution.  

"When I suggested giving your side of the room a makeover, I did not have Ted Bundy's Pinterest in mine." Enid comments out loud with a disturbed expression on her face as she stares at Wednesday's new murder board that she's set up in the room.

Wednesday turns her head around and gives her a look. "Still not as creepy as your stuffed unicorn collection."

Most of it includes pictures featuring evidence that may or may not be related to the current murders. All of it includes the copies Thing was able to print out from the photocopy room. Such as missing body pieces, organs, and leftovers from previous crime scenes. 

"Is this why you snuck out last night?"

"Thing and I may have made an unsanctioned trip to the county morgue to copy the files of the monster's victims."

Enid winces horribly. "Okay, there are so many levels of 'ew' in that statement, I don't even know where to begin."

"I need to get inside its head. Discover any patterns or anomalies. " Wednesday states out loud, her mind now completely going off as she has to speak it out loud before she goes insane from the excitement alone. "I've already made a big discovery."

She rips out pictures from the board that Thing had just finished pinning there.

"Turns out all of the monster's victims have had body parts surgically removed." Wednesday shares with Enid as she hands the pictures to her one by one. "The first one a kidney, the second a finger...."

"Wednesday......"

"The third one a gall bladder."

"Wednesday, I don't feel...."

"And the bearded man from the meeting house, two toes. Do you know what this means? These murders aren't mindless. He's collecting trophies like a seasoned serial killer. It's quite impressive, actually."

THUD!

Wednesday turns around to find Enid passed out on the floor, the pictures of all the dead bodies flying everywhere. She probably should've seen that one coming. She turns to Thing who shrugs his thumb.

"Fetch the smelling salts...... again."

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Nevermore Academy: Conservatory

It's been a couple days, maybe even a week, since the squatter's murder on Outreach Day. Everyone has tried to act normal, except for Wednesday, but there's no denying that the reality of the so-called 'bear' is starting to weigh in. The Nightshades are being extra 'them' just to cope.

It's Thornhill's class again. While the flower hasn't changed, the mood certainly has. Most of the students are relentless, impatient, or have certain thoughts cloud their mind, blocking out the sounds of the teacher's lecture. Most if not all the gossip is about the upcoming night this week, one where the staff lets the school do the one thing they can't for the rest of the year, indulge in chaos and their private desires. They may talk about order and safety, but deep down, there's the arousing truth.

But what's occupying Y/N's mind is the murder scene he saw that night, as well as the fact that Xavier confessed to him about having visions surrounding most if not all of the current 'bear' attacks that have been plaguing the town of Jericho. If only he heard the full story before that murder painting interrupted them.

"Did you go into the library and forget to close it last night?" Y/N can hear Divina whispering to her brother, in the typical annoyed twin sibling manner. Due to his curiosity, he taps into his selective hearing just to listen in.

"Um.... no, why?"

"Well, it was open last night. If it wasn't for Weems, the other students would've seen it wide open and poked their snotty little noses down the staircase."

"Why are you always blaming stuff on me?" Kent questions her defensively. "I don't forget stuff that often."

"You forgot my birthday." Divina points out with an angry leer.

"Of course, I remember that......." Kent awkwardly chuckles as he playfully smacks his forehead, only to embarrassingly clear this throat right after. "Um, when is your birthday, again?"

"The same day as yours, dumbass!"

Divina flicks him over the head. Bianca literally has to shush the two before they get the three of them in trouble.

Speaking of whom, the queen bee accidentally catches him staring. She gives him a suggestive smile and wave, prompting him to immediately avert his gaze with a blank face.

He's been trying to keep to his promise that he would stop talking to her. But once again, she's somehow found a way to pull him back in, with or without her siren song. He suspects that he picked up this small weakness towards women from his dad.

This is why you don't get shot out of a man who has a harem of women he keeps in a decaying castle filled with humongous spider webs.

Divina tries a similar thing with Yoko, but her reaction is a lot less subtle. She turns way from her with a distasteful leer. Which is becoming concerningly common for the scared siren.

"While most plants reward their pollinators with sweet nectar, many carnivorous varieties turn to sexual trickery or deception." Thornhill lectures about today's topic. Most students, like Divina, examine the flower on their desk with a look of disgust.

As she continues on, Xavier grunts in pain just from leaning down to put his sketchbook in his bag after finishing another coal animal. Wednesday notices as she looks over Y/N's shoulder. "What's going on with your friend?"

"What?" Y/N blinks as he's pulled out of his eavesdropping before following her gaze. "Oh, um...... I don't know. I think he accidentally sheared himself trying to climb a fence." He makes something up with a fixed chuckle. "Idiot thinks he has my vision, roaming around at night."

Part of him already knows that Wednesday doesn't buy it, but he hopes she at least doesn't start leading that train of thought towards somewhere dangerous. Xavier is trying to play it cool, but those scars on the right side of his neck aren't hard to notice.

Not to mention, as Y/N is aware, the blood scent that it emits.

"The orchid produces a pheromone that mimics a female insect, luring the males in." Thornhill finishes, before now having that scanning look that indicates she's about to ask another trivia question. "Now, once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in exchange?"

She pretends to look at everyone at once, but for the class, it's usually one of the two female experts that answer. This time, Bianca beats Wednesday to the punch.

"Nada." The siren answers wittily. "Just like all the guys at the Rave'N."

Most of the females students giggle at her joke. Though, Y/N takes a very deliberate sip of his plastic animal blood bottle.

"Says her......." He whispers to Wednesday with a knowing glint in his eye. Though, she has absolutely no clue what he's implying with that.

"Okay, okay, I know you're all excited about Saturday, which is why I haven't assigned any homework." Thornhill announces, prompting some scattered cheers from the students. "But I do still need volunteers for the decorating committee. Anyone interested, come and see me up here."

A handful of students are already jumping up from their sets. Y/N is considering it just for fun, but isn't as ecstatic about it as the others are. Though, he can't lie and say he doesn't miss the feeling. He glances over at Wednesday sitting next to him, seeing that she's one of the opposites.

"What? You're not going to volunteer?" He sarcastically asks the girl with a smirk on his face, prompting her to finally look at him. "Aren't you pumped about disco balls and spiked punch? There's even a DJ. One of my fellow Fangs. MC Blood Suckaz."

"I'd rather stick needles in my eyes." Wednesday remarks, shooting that idea down right off the bat. The unsurprised vampire dryly chuckles in response. "I'll probably do that anyway."

"I'll probably try acid. I can't get any more messed up." Y/N suggests with an idea of his own. He keeps eye contact with her however. Even though they've run out of things to say, he continues staring at her like she's magnetizing him.

Wednesday really needs to break it before she feels like she's being hypnotized. "Why do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"The staring thing. Every day, every time we share a glance, you seem to be looking into my eyes for as long as you can." Wednesday points out, observing him suspiciously. "Are you asking for a staring contest, or is that a thing vampires do when they find another woman to add to their undead flock?"

Y/N softly chuckles again. "Neither."

"Then why do you keep doing it?"

He rests his elbows against the desk, leaning as closely as he's allowed to towards Wednesday's face. "Because I can see my reflection."

He does something bold. He raises his hand and brushes Wednesday's lip teasingly with his thumb. She should be grabbing his wrist and stabbing it with a large knife, but she isn't, and she doesn't know why.

This brings them back to silence, only it's even more awkward. The vampire eventually has to break it by clearing his throat.

"Anyway, I think you should give it a shot." Y/N throws his two cents in with a shrug, even if she will likely not take them. "I mean, you've been putting yourself into these investigations for the entire school year, it could be a opportunity for you to divulge into a little thing called..... fun."

He means this playfully. However, it twirls a knot in Wednesday's stomach.

"You need to stop doing that." She demands with a scolding glare, causing Y/N to blink at her behind his sunglasses.

"Doing what?"

"Trying to use me to replace Goody." Wednesday bluntly tells him as she starts packing up now that class is over. When she stands up, her unpleased expression burns through his lenses. "I may have her face, but I am not her. I am my own person. And one of the many differences we have is that I don't believe in romance. The sooner you realize that, the better."

Then she stomps away, planning to find an open coffin to bury herself underground in. This leaves Y/N awkwardly sitting there, alone at the desk.

"Wow...." Xavier comments out loud as he approaches the poor vampire. "I've seen some harsh rejections in my time but leave it to Wednesday Addams to take the crown for every single one. Also, who is Goody?"

"Nobody." Y/N answers with a single word and gives the psychic a look to drop the name right then and there.

"Okay then......" Xavier thankfully takes the hint as he turns towards the only other guy left in the classroom. He's also sitting at his desk but looks completely out of it. "Ajax!"

He slams his hand on the desk, making the gorgon literally jump up.

"Dude, class ended five minutes ago."

"Oh, yeah, yeah......" Ajax mindlessly nods his head as he grabs his stuff. "Yeah, I'm coming."

As he speed-walks out, Y/N raises a concerned brow. "What's up with him? He's been like that all week."

"You mean besides the fact that he's freaking high all the time?" Xavier reminds him. He sighs with a shake of his head. "No idea...."

"Hey, wait." Y/N grabs his arm before he leaves the conservatory, however, not waiting any longer for some answers. "I need you to tell me about those paintings and your visons with them."

"That again?" Xavier says with a heavily mixed look on his face. "Look, it was just a vison, okay? Just forget I said anything."

"I'm serious!" Y/N persists as he stands up and stands in the psychic's way, not taking that for an answer anymore. "This isn't just some random Normies we don't know getting killed off. Rowan is dead. The school is trying to cover it up, and the police are acting like everything is rainbows and lollipops. But as insane as that bastard got, he was still our friend. So, if you actually give a damn about what happened to him, tell me what you were gonna say before it happens to anyone else."

Xavier glares at him at first. But after dropping a heavy exhale, he brings him over to a quiet spot of the school.

"I think I've been getting visions of the victims before they die." Xavier tells him in an uncomfortably quiet voice. "Or maybe I'm seeing Wednesday before she gets attacked and escapes, I don't know. There's no way to make sense of it. But the one that made me nervous earlier in that shed was....."

He pauses, taking a deep swallow.

"It was what?"

Xavier looks him dead in the eye.

"I think I saw the monster killing Eugene. I mean, he had the hiking suit on and everything."

"The Hummers kid?"

Xavier slowly nods. 

"But that's also Wednesday's club leader." Y/N mentions out loud. Xavier looks like he doesn't like it either. The vampire puts a hand on his chin and squeezes tight. 

"Look, I know what it sounds like, but before you pull a Wednesday and-"

"I gotta go." Y/N takes off before the psychic can finish the sentence, leaving him to grab his head bun anxiously. Because coming from him, that usually means something very bad.

"Damn it...."

Note: Y/N fanfiction

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N becomes romantically obsessed with Nevermore's mid-term arrival, Wednesday Addams. He knows the risk, but he has to know her.

Warnings: Graphic Violence

Nevermore Academy: Principal's Office

"That was a disaster!" Principal Weems paces in front of her burning fireplace, looking like steam is about to erupt from her ears. Meanwhile, Wednesday simply sits on the chair with her arms in her lap, unbothered. "The mayor is furious! I've lost count of the angry phone calls, emails, and people in this town, alumni, and parents. They want answers and so do I!"

She angrily points at Wednesday, hence the reason why she's here after the very brazen display that took place earlier this Outreach Day at the town square.

"I would lead the inquisition, but I left my thumbscrews and rack at home." Wednesday quips, showing absolutely no care or shame in what happened today. In fact, she's rather proud of it. She's gone too long without dealing swift and sadistic justice.

"Miss Addams.... you're already on thin ice." Weems warns her with a shaky voice, struggling to keep her professionalism together. "Wafer-thin ice."

"I swear on my late scorpion's soul, my hands are clean."

That was because Thing's hand was the one who dumped the gasoline into the fountain and Y/N's hand that set the fuse. She didn't touch a thing. But she certainly helped.

"I may not have hard evidence, but I see you." Weems promises the girl with a reading glare. "You're a trouble magnet."

"If trouble means standing up to lies, decades of discrimination, and centuries of treating Outcasts like second-class citizens or worse....." Wednesday retorts as she quite literally stands up as well.

"What are you talking about?"

"Jericho." Wednesday plainly points out. "Why does this town even have an Outreach Day? The actual story of Joseph Crackstone? Don't you know its real history with Outcasts? Y/N certainly does."

"Leave Y/N out of this." Weems orders with a protective leer. "He's but a shell of whoever he used to be. He doesn't even have anything to believe in."

"You know his secret?" Wednesday notices before she raises a brow. "How long as he actually been here at Nevermore?"

"That is none of my concern, nor is it yours." Weems shoots her down. "You want to ask him yourself? Be my guest. You'll probably be the only one that will get him to talk, since he's so entranced by that face of yours."

Wednesday doesn't like the way the principal phrases it. But as much as she hates it, she can't help but agree with her on that one.

"But he won't be of much help to you. He's a former shell of whoever he used to be. He's got absolutely nothing to believe in."

"But you do?"

"Of course." Weems proudly states as there's a hint of a smile creeping up. "I know what you're thinking, that I am being explicit in this history's cover up, that we're doomed to repeat it. But that's where you and I differ. Where you see doom, I see opportunity. Maybe this is a chance to rewrite the wrongs, to start a new chapter in the Normie-Outcast relations."

"It's been four hundred years since Y/N cursed this town, and still nothing has changed. They still hate us like Crackstone did. Only they sugarcoat it with platitudes and smiles." Wednesday retorts however, wiping the smile off of her face. She folds her hands in a grave manner. "If you're unwilling to fight for the truth-"

"You don't think I want the truth? Of course I do." Weems passionately interupts her. "Of course I do. But the world isn't always black and white. There are shades of gray.

"Maybe for you." Wednesday comments. After all, her personal belives are literrally colorized in her clothing. "But it's either they write our story or we do. You can't have it both ways."

Weems glares at her for a solid ten seconds. "You're exhausting."

"I know."

Eventually, Weems blinks and looks away with an exaggerated sigh. "Goodnight, Miss Addams."

With nothing but grace, Wednesday turns around to finally leave this boring conversation.

"But you should know......" Weems drops one more thing before she exits the room. "I don't tire easily."

Wednesday glances but doesn't respond. When she steps through the door, she passes by Y/N down the hall.

Despite what happened earlier, she only brushes by his shoulder and nothing more. Her heartbeat still reek of fear and caution, everything Y/N tries to fix. He lets out a disappointed sigh, but doesn't waste time by trying to say anything to her at this specific moment.

He steps inside Larissa's office. And already, she can see just how much Wednesday has taken her toll on the woman. Yet, she manages to keep a somewhat straight face.

Like Wednesday, Y/N looks mostly nonchalant. He stares at the principal and shrugs his shoulders, bored. "What exactly am I doing here?"

"Don't play ignorant." Weems calls him out, looking very unamused at the whole situation. "You didn't exactly try to hide the fact that you played along with Wednesday's little statement at the town square."

"Well, I mean, it was Vivaldi." Y/N mentions as he shuts the door behind him and ambles around the room, thinking that the performance they gave was pretty memorable. Even the one person that he personally dislikes enjoyed it. "Also, are you really shocked that Wednesday did that? I mean, you tried to make her play Fleetwood Mac. I'm surprised she didn't call in an atom bomb."

"Please, take this seriously for once." Weems pleads with him, giving him a very earnest look. "This school has been keeping your identity secret for four hundred years. But pulling stunts like that will draw some unwanted attention, especially now that you've circled back around to your original name."

Y/N does soften up as he walks behind one of the chairs and rests his hands on it. "It won't happen again."

"I have a hard time believing that." Weems tells him honestly. It's the real reason why he was called here. Not because she wanted to give him a simple lecture and expect him to listen. She's smarter than that. "Especially with Miss Addams enrolled into Nevermore."

"Oh, you have an obsession with her, too?" Y/N softly accuses with a knowing glint in his eye. "Let me guess. You see her as your daughter you never got to have? You noticed that Morticia has a strained relationship with her, so you thought, 'well, if she's going to steal my man, I might as well steal her little girl.' Eye for an eye, right?"

Weems hums with a blank expression. "You picked up that up from Doctor Kinbott, I presume?"

"Well, I had to learn something since all of these classes are now outdated for me."

Weems rolls her eyes but looks at him empathetically.

"I know that you've developed an obsession with her. It's not uncommon for Fangs like yourself." Weems notes as she stands up so she can look him straight in the eye. "But it's also one of the main reasons why vampires are feared. Once they develop an obsession with someone, destruction follows and other people get hurt."

Y/N clenches his jaw tightly, his tongue swirling against his teeth, feeling the sharp k9's scratch his muscle. Just like Addams, he hates it when other people are able to read into him, especially since his entire only goal in these walls is to remain anonymous. To fulfil his one purpose in case it ever comes back to life.

"It's not just vampires." He quietly mentions, giving the principal a knowing look. "You would know best, wouldn't you?"

However, Weems creepily smiles in response. "So would you, I'd reckon."

Y/N averts his eyes, which only lets the woman know that she's right on the money. It's almost unnerving just how well she can mentally get into people.

"You shouldn't have let her enroll here." Y/N states, as if semi-agreeing with her own concerns, even if he doesn't want to address them. "It's possible that nothing would've happened if she didn't. It's mid-term, a rare case that you accepted. Heck, she didn't want to be here until she said that Rowan attacked her."

"Oh, please don't tell me you believe that story."

"Actually, I do." Y/N passionately states. His behavior is now anything but sarcastic. "An Addams is in Nevermore, which means that there is now a chance that every single one of us will die. It may be slim, but a couple weeks ago, it was zero. And I promise you, if anything happens to her, it won't just be me that'll be sorry."

"I'm sorry, I'm pretty sure I'm having a hard time understanding your phrasing." Weems raises a hand before giving the vampire a squinted look. "But did you just threaten me?"

Y/N slowly shakes his head.

"I don't make threats, I make statements." He tells her. "But what I told you was simply a warning."

With that, he then turns around and exits the office, leaving Weems to process that as she wills.

After he does however, Weems takes out a folder featuring the graduates of thirty years ago. She rips of the page belonging to Morticia Addams and tosses it into the fire.

Though it does very little.

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Nevermore Academy: Ophelia Hall

The sun falls and the moon rises as Wednesday finally has her writing time back. After suffering through Outreach Day, it feels like it's been too long since she's been able to deflect her thoughts into her typing. And the dark forces know that she has a lot on her mind right now after discovering the harsh truth of Jericho's history and the cowardly role Y/N played in it.

"Too much?" Enid asks in regards to her potential outfit. Wednesday turns around to see her holding a very revealing tank top to her chest, sparking the most human face anyone will ever see from her before she hastily turns back to her typewriter.

"I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid."

"So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD. I didn't even get to do my dance routine." Enid rants like she survived the illegal bombings Vietnam.

"What a tragedy....." Wednesday uncaringly replies.

"What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event?"

Wednesday has to figuratively glue her mouth shut. Though it's a struggle to keep in the anger, knowing that almost all of her peers are as ignorant as the prejudiced people of Jericho.

"You're going to be late." Wednesday says. Not exactly true, but she gets the feeling that they should cut this conversation short before she says something she'll get just a little too much pleasure from.

Enid grabs her coat, her timbers shivering. "Wish me luck."

"If he breaks your heart, I'll nail-gun his." Wednesday promises, if that means anything to her. Enid winces, but somewhat appreciates the gesture as she finally exits the room.

Tap

Tap

Tap

Wednesday stops her writing and turns towards the source, coming from the balcony window. Thing steps out of his napping space. They see a human figure lurking behind the glass in the black shape of a silhouette. It's more male than female, so it isn't Enid returning because she forgot something, not like she would knock anyway.

While Thing is scared, Wednesday grabs the taser from her drawer and stands up to see who it is. She waits for a couple seconds, and then the figure knocks again. Then a third time, and a fourth. So, it isn't someone breaking in, but she's still suspicious.

With the taser behind her back, she opens the glass doorframe only to see nothing but air. Not even a mannequin or a puppet held by bats with strings.

Perplexed, she cautiously closes the door and turns back around.

Where Y/N is suddenly standing there.

Wednesday freezes and Thing jumps up, knocking a few things off of the desk as he hits the floor rather hard.

"Wow, you should've seen the look on your face." Y/N comments with a very amused hum. Seeing her stare at him like that made the whole thing worth it. "I mean, it wasn't much, but I saw of your eyes twitch, and your lips opened at least three inches wide. That's got to be a record."

After the joke dies down though, he pockets his hands and gives her a more serious look. "Are you really that scared of me?"

"I don't scare easily." Wednesday retorts with a defensive glare.

"Really? Because your heartbeat says otherwise." Y/N points out with a deadly whisper. And as he steps closer, he can the pace become faster and faster, despite the cold mask that Wednesday tries to wear.

He can hear it like a cell phone ringing, and it's almost addictive..... which he hates.

Thing finally stands himself back up and looks ready to pounce, but Wednesday holds out a hand, stopping him. She matches Y/N's eye contact intensely.

"Why are you in here?"

"I told you, Nevermore's my home." Y/N reminds her with a small shrug. "I don't need to be invited in anywhere."

"I mean, why are you here, exactly?"

"Oh...." Y/N utters, glancing down awkwardly. Seeing how close they are, he does take a step back, for the sake of her heartbeat hopefully slowing down and not pulling him in to do something he could regret. "I'm sorry, I can't visit my new best friend?"

"We're anything but friends."

"Right, yeah, I guess you made that distinctly clear lately." Y/N acknowledges with a tense nod as he can smell Wednesday's impulse to stake like a pulse vein. "But, I really don't want it to be indelible."

Wednesday squints at him, unconvinced. But she lets him say his peace.

"Look, I think we've been doing this back and forth long enough. And you have a right to see me as a monster. Most of the time, that's literally how I describe myself. But, I don't want you to see me that way." Y/N tells her earnestly. Which is strange, given how little he's been caring all these years. "I just came here to talk, that's all."

"No game of chess?" Wednesday asks. Almost dissapointed.

"No, sorry." Y/N sadly informs her as he leans against her bed frame. "But we could play twenty questions."

"I'd rather not."

"Fair enough." Y/N accepts that answer, as if being able to relate. "Look, all I'm thinking is that, since you already know way too much about my past that I'm comfortable with, I should at least give you the full story. Then you decide whether or not you're going to stake me, call me a murderer, or whatever. I mean, that's all that you want, right? The truth?"

Wednesday glances down. The offer is tempting, but knowing that Y/N has been lying not just to her, but to his own friends as well, makes her reluctant. "How do I know you'll be honest with me?"

"Do you want me to pinky swear?" Y/N playfully asks as he holds up his finger, just for her.

"For me, pink swears usually involve me cutting off the finger with gardening shears." Wednesday mentions like it's a fun fact about her lifestyle.

However, that only prompts Y/N to raise his pinky finger up a little higher for her.

Wednesday rolls her eyes. But, she can appreciate a fellow lover of sadism.

"You got three hours."

"Wonderful." Y/N's smile grows as he steps towards the clockwork window. "You mind if we take this somewhere else? I really don't want to run the risk of a vampire accidently picking this up, or a vanisher possibly listening in from one of the corners of this room..... that happens a lot more often than you think."

Sadly, Wednesday believes him.

"Fine...." Wednesday hesitantly accepts, the hunger for truth being too strong for her to ignore. She then turns to her fellow companion. "Thing, stay here in case anyone else comes along. Do the typewriter trick like I taught you."

Thing frantically taps on the desk in protest, however.

"I'll be fine." Wednesday promises him. After today, she now keeps a holy wafer in at least one of her pockets, though she doesn't let Y/N know that just in case. "Besides, this is a private conversation."

The hand contemplates this for a moment before reluctantly bowing. However, he then aggressively points at Y/N before doing a ton of gestures involving guns, knives, hammers, and barbed wire.

"I understand only some sign language." Y/N admits while looking at Wednesday rather nervously. "But I'm scared to say that I understood every single bit of that."

Hearing this makes Wednesday smirk like an evil clown.

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Jericho: Harvest Festival

Y/N takes Wednesday to the place where she made her second and last official escape attempt. It's now empty, with no living soul in sight. The lights are all off, and none of the rides are moving or carrying kids screaming at the top of their lungs. It's now quiet...... very quiet. Addams is not sure whether she likes or is wary of the new atmosphere.

"Here we are...." Y/N notes as he stops in front of the Ferris wheel, the tallest ride in the entire park. He then turns to Wednesday and earnestly holds out his hand. "Get on my back."

Wednesday blinks. "What?"

"Seriously, get on my back." Y/N insists, assuring the girl that he heard that entire sentence correctly. "You know, like the term, piggy-back ride."

"I'd rather dive headfirst in a pool of acid."

"Come on, I thought we were gonna trust each other, just for one night." Y/N encourages anyway. Although he's trying to be sincere, she notices that small curl on his lip, as if part of him is, in fact, getting a kick out of this. "I promise, it'll be worth it."

Wednesday hates the idea. But, something inside her is telling her to give it a shot. Reluctantly, he walks behind the vampire and climbs on his back, wrapping her legs around his waise and her arms around his neck. Y/N walks to the Ferris wheel and latches his fingers onto it before turning to her with an unsettling smirk.

Wednesday tilts her head with a glare, promising harm. "Don't you dare...."

"You better hold on tight, spider monkey."

Wednesday visibly cringes, and it completely makes Y/N's night.

With only his fingers, he climbs the entire amusement ride without much difficulty. He goes all the way to the very top where he sits himself and Wednesday on the tallest seat that overlooks the massive trees of the woods below.

When the wind stops blowing against her face, and she's given permission to let go and relax again, Wednesday finds her ability to breathe again as she takes in the sight of the wilderness from a different angle than the balcony of her dorm room.

"Would you look at that...." Y/N mutters in slight awe, as they see the lights of Nevermore and Jericho from here. It's no wonder that couples go on this classic ride all the time when the Harvest Festival happens. "What do you think? You like the view?"

"In.... Indeed." Wednesday reluctantly admits as she looks around, feeling the cool air brush against her face. Things are suddenly a lot more visible from up here, in ways that weren't possible thanks to Nevermore's bright night lights. "The stars are very ugly tonight."

Y/N softly chuckles, glad that she can still be herself, even in his presence.

"I did this with Bianca once. I took her all the way to the top of Nevermore Academy. She said she was having issues with her family back home." Y/N mentions out loud. Maybe not the best name to bring up, but there's a bit of sad nostalgia to this. "After what happened with her, I thought I would never do something like this again."

"Did you genuinely love her?" Wednesday dares to ask him the question, despite the fact that she feels like she isn't going to like any kind of answer he gives.

"I don't know, I mean, I'm half a dozen centuries old, and I still don't know what love is." Y/N answers honestly with a bitter shake of his head. "I mean, I think I still care about her, you know? She could make me hate her so much that I want to killer her, and I'll care. It's like my one permanent curse." He swallows deeply. "A curse that's the reason I've trapped myself in this decaying castle, waiting to die."

He lets out a sigh that carries way too much, even for a vampire. After five minutes, he finally looks back up at her.

"Anyway, you want to see if we can find any cool shapes in the stars?"

"I want to know about Old Jericho." Wednesday bluntly answers, wanting him to stop hiding from the subject. After all, that's literally the reason he said he wanted to talk to her, and yet he's still being dodgy. "Spit it out, or I'm jumping off this Ferris wheel."

Y/N frowns, but deeply understands her impatience. He looks out into the dark view, as if trying to see Old Jericho all the way from where they are.

"Whenever I tell someone I don't know how old I am, or exaggerate how long an event happened, it's usually because I'm trying to avoid the truth of how I came here." Y/N begins as he shifts a bit, making the seat tilt back and forth. He shows no reaction, but Wednesday has to hold the handlebars tight, in case she actually does fall. "I was born in 1458. I was the spoiled child of Vlad Dracula. Though, of course, most people know him as Vlad The Impaler."

"You mean....."

"The guy with the long cape and funny accent?" Y/N finishes her question for her. "Yeah, that's all a myth, or an exaggeration from the truth. My family hired Bram Stroker to keep the fear of his legacy alive. Though, most of what Jonathan, Lucy, Mina, and Dr.Steward wrote in their diaries is true. Except for the fact that they didn't actually kill him."

He clears his throat as he continues on, moving back to the topic at hand.

"People said that I was going to be royalty. And honestly, I did enjoy it at first. Impaling people through their rectums with wooden spikes, dipping our bread in our enemies blood, but then I saw this...... girl." Y/N pauses for a second, desperately holding in his emotions so he can tell it all clearly for her. "She wasn't supposed to be on that battlefield. She wasn't even five years old, and my dad just.............. anyway, that's when I decided to get out."

He claps his hands together and rests them against his mouth as he looks up at the stars.

"I went to stowaway on a boat, until I found myself in New Jericho. That's how I met Goody. She helped me, I helped her. Then we fell in love." He squeezes so tight that his knuckles turn white. "That's when Crackstone happened. He took the pilgrims, he took Goody, and told me to find this DaVinci staff or else he would burn them all. Not wanting anything to happen to her, I gave in and stole it for him."

Wednesday is able to connect what he's saying to the visions she received during Outreach Day.

"And he burned them all anyway."

Y/N slowly nods, rapidly blinking and wiping his eyes with one of his hands.

"Goody was never the same. Before then, she was so intelligent, serious, but had this wicked sense of humor. And this laugh..... I mean, when you heard it, it made you laugh as well. It was the cutest thing I've ever heard." Y/N shares with a hint of a smile. But, of course, it's ruined when he has to continue the story. "Then she became bitter, angry, vengeful. I knew what that was, and I tried to force her to leave Jericho so she wouldn't become like me. I thought I succeeded, until a few weeks later, while I was in some meeting with Crackstone, when two men bursts in, dragging her into the rooms by the arms. Just like before, they screamed.... witch... devil spawn.......freak....... they wanted to kill her"

"Seeing I was sure I would kill would definitely leave my blood boiling." Wednesday comments, which makes Y/N softly chuckle.

"Oh, yeah, he as pissed. He thought she was the one causing all the problems in his town, but most of that was me using my position to sabotage him without being suspected." Y/N confirms. "But he was starting to get suspicious. So, he looked me in the eye.... and he told me to kill her, in front of everyone."

Wednesday is afraid to ask this next question, but she does it anyway. "What did you do?"

Y/N pauses, clenching his jaw tightly.

"I drove my hand through her chest and ripped her heart out."

Wednesday feels her own just stopped beating. Him not talking for five minutes after confessing that doesn't make it any less uncomfortable to hear. It doesn't help that she knows that Goody was wearing her face.

"I didn't want to..... Lord knows I didn't want to, but........ she begged me to do it. She didn't want to live anymore, knowing that I let her family burn alive in a meeting house. And I was already dead to her by then. Revenge was the only thing she had left, and she was more than willing to die for it." Y/N continues with a shake of his head, his voice shaking with bitterness. "In her last moments, she took her own blood and left a bloody handprint behind."

He points at his chest, where his heart would be.

"After that, I...... don't know. I think I buried the old side of me for so long that it just all came out like a volcano erupting. I-I blacked out, I don't remember what happened except for the fact that one second, I was holding Goody, and the next, I was surrounding by spikes, dead bodies, blood, and....."

Y/N can't finish the sentence. He hands his face with his hands. His body shakes as a wet squeak erupts from his voicebox. When he drops them, Wednesday notices that his eyes are a little bit more red.

"All I had left was her book where she kept all her spells. I knew I had to at least finish what I started. So I took Joseph's body to Raven's Island, and with Goody's book, I cursed his soul, and sealed him into a coffin with a blood lock so that if anyone of his bloodline tried to get revenge, they would need an Addams' blood to unlock it." Y/N confesses. It's like lifting a weight off his shoulders, but it's also like he's ripping his own heart and smashing it on the ground. "And Goody did not take any chances. I mean, she even reworked the spell, so that if anyone really did try to bring him back, they would need body parts, the element of lightning, and do the ritual specifically on a blood moon."

"You've been here since Nevermore was first founded....." Wednesday utters out in realization, to which Y/N nods in confirmation.

"I change my name every three decades, and pay the school to keep it quiet so I don't have to worry about anyone finding out. And once ATMs became a thing, I was able to easily guess my father's bank information, and tap into his economy whenever I wanted. So, I'm not just a fugitive, I'm a rich-ass fugitive." Y/N confesses with a small laugh. "And every night, I go to Crackstone's Crypt, and make sure that the son of a bitch is still rotting where he belongs."

"I know a lot of people judge my family all the time." Wednesday brings up with a shocked stare. "But that has to be the unhealthiest lifestyle I've ever heard."

Y/N nods agreeingly. "It's Hell."

They sit there in silence for at least ten minutes. Wednesday doesn't know how to process this kind of information, because it involves too much around emotion. Some of it, she hasn't recognized before. Perhaps Xavier was right when he said it wasn't her strong suit.

Then comes the howling. It's not as strong as the werewolves, but the normal animals still give it their absolute best. Suddenly, Y/N cracks this big smile.

"Listen to them...... children of the night....... what music they make."

"I rarely hear something so beutiful." Wednesday finds herself shamelessly agreeing with the vampire, making him smile genuinely in response.

"Something on your mind?"

"I think Rowan was right." Wednesday states. The mere mention of his death causes Y/N to frown. "Something bad is going to happen, and I need to stop it."

"You never give up, do you?" Y/N asks with a knowing smirk, to which Wednesday shoots him a look.

"You'd be more likely to see me naked in the streets of Jericho, singing Fleetwood Mac."

Y/N wheezes before he can stop himself. One snort escapes his nose.

But Wednesday feels like stabbing herself in the chest, hearing him laugh at one of her remarks. She thought this would finally bring some closure on something that's been bothering her ever since she met the vampire. But instead, this only made her inner conflict worse.

Because deep down...... she thinks she may be on a Ferris wheel with the monster.

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Nevermore Academy: Caliban Hall

After that very long but ultimately satisfying conversation with Wednesday Addams, Y/N makes his way back to the dorm. He steps into the common room where he sees that a few of the guys are still lounging around for late night snacks while they're still there, or other specific reasons. He sees that Ajax is sitting near one of the tables, typing aggressively on his phone.

"I think that has to be the longest text I have ever seen you send someone." Y/N points out in a playful manner as he takes a seat across from him. "And it's so grammatically impressive, too. Are you a shapeshifter pretending to be him? I don't see why you would, given how little he does."

"Oh, shut up, man." Ajax waves him off, his eyes indelibly glued to his phone. "I'm searching for the best look for my date with Enid tonight. I gotta make sure I don't mess this up, or I might literally stone myself."

"Really, now?" Y/N hums, now very interested. He looks at the phone screen over the gorgon's shoulder, making sure to confirm for himself that he isn't lying. "Look at that, my little boy's all grown up."

He scratches the guy's beanie, prompting him to shoo his hand away and fix it. "Stop it...."

Xavier then abruptly marches his way into the room, wearing his casual attire like everyone else.

"Sup, Xavier."

"Hey....." The psychic distractedly greets back as he speed-walks into the kitchen, looking like he's in a rush, or something concerning is haunting his mind right now. It's very common for someone like him, so the guys take that as a hint to leave him be. "Hey, did you guys see a four-meat box in the fridge? I swear I left it in here."

"Nah, man...." Ajax answers, and Y/N shakes his head as well. Xavier lets out an irritated sigh, but continues looking. Only problems is that there are way too many leftovers here that some students here seem to have forgotten.

"Look, it's not that big of a deal." Y/N assures the gorgon, especially concerning him of all people. "You just gotta be yourself. Yes, that advice is outdated. But, keep in mind that you are a ten level-headed stoner that has his mind fogged twenty-four/seven, and yet Enid still has the hots for you. So, you seem to be doing everything right all by yourself."

"It's not that simple, though. I mean, all we've really done is share glances and have thirty-second conversations at best." Ajax points out, the stress still getting to him. "This is the real thing. What happens when she finds out the real me?"

"You're thinking way too much into it."

"Am I? Or are you just underthinking it because you're 'mysterious vampire' vibes gets you the attention of all the girls, even the ones that are taken?"

"Why are you going after me all of a sudden? I'm simply trying to-"

THUD!

"Damn it!" Xavier abruptly curses out loud after slamming the refrigerator door, causing everyone in the common room to jump. They're even more scared when he steps back into the room. "One of you guys ate my meat! Which one of you ate my meat?"

"Dude, nobody." Ajax claims with his hands raised like he's getting arrested. "Calm down...."

"That was literally the biggest meat I could pack. There's no way I'm calming down." Xavier retorts, very passionate about what belongs to him. He snaps his head towards his most likely suspect, the gorgon. "Do I have to start smelling your breath? Because I know what my meat smells like."

Y/N and Ajax share a terrified look.

"And I swear, if you ate my meat again because you were too high to care about what you were putting in your mouth, I'm gonna stick something into your ass!"

Then he storms out of the common room, now with an empty stomach.

Five minutes after they can hear a door slamming shut, Y/N slowly stands up from the chair he was in. "Okay, I'll be right back."

"Bro, where are you going?" Ajax asks him.

"If Xavier Thorpe is in a bad mood, it usually means he's insecure or that something really bad happened." Y/N points out with a knowing expression. And since the Poe Cup was still very recent for everyone, he's pretty certain it's the latter. "Coach Vlad will understand."

Before he leaves though, he snaps his fingers when he remembers something.

"Oh! And make sure to take a shower, alright? If you're going to be sitting with Enid behind the greenhouse for three hours, with other couples making out around you, you should at the very least make sure you smell good.

He clicks his tongue and shoots him a wink before he heads out.

He follows Xavier to his room. Though he doesn't have to knock since he sees the psychic already stepping out, now wearing a jacket.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it." Xavier responds with a swift shake of his head. The overly dismissive way he talks to him only makes Y/N more worried. "Just tell Coach that I'll be back right before lights out."

"Hey...." Y/N grabs his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. But the face he gives him is completely genuine. "Did I do something to upset you again?"

"No, that's not....." Xavier shakes his head with a heavy sigh. He turns to him and crosses his arms. "It was another vision. You know.... Raven stuff."

"Right, the paintings." Y/N acknowledges. It makes sense, it's just rare to see him react this strongly to one. He feels like most Ravens get used to the bad stuff they see. "Okay, cool, I was just making sure...."

"Hey, hold on." Xavier calls him back, though, much to his surprise. "I don't know her that much, but as her friend, I really have to know. Do you really care about Wednesday? Or is it some..... guilt thing you're going through?"

"I care." Y/N answers with a confident nod. "And it's not just Wednesday. You, Ajax, Kent, Divina, Yoko, and....... even Bianca. I know I don't say it a lot, but I care about all of you. Like a vampire with all his wives."

Xavier blinks rapidly. "That was a horrible analogy."

"Yeah, it was..... sorry."

Xavier rolls his eyes. That aside, his response was almost exactly what he was hoping to hear.

"Follow me." He encourages him as he begins walking out of the dorm.

"You should see something."

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Nevermore Academy: ?????????

Xavier brings Y/N out of the Nevermore building, through the woods until they come to a shed that's apparently been left on school grounds. The vampire has seen this before, of course, but he didn't think anybody was actually using this.

"Whoa...." Y/N utters in awe as Xavier opens the doors and turns on the light, revealing an entire museum of canvas art. "You had this here this entire time?"

"Yeah." Xavier nods, before bringing him over to his current piece. "Take a look at this...."

Y/N sees a painting of a horrible monster. Large, bulging eyes, sharp teeth, and the ugliest face he's ever seen.

"Every since Rowen, I've been getting these...... nightmares. These kinds of visions aren't anything new to me, of course. But recently, they've all been going under the same exact theme." Xavier confesses as he points to the monster. "Whatever the hell that thing is."

Y/N's blood runs cold when he looks at it. It's always been cold, being undead at all. But right now, he feels like he's frozen in an ice cube. "Is it the same monster that has Wednesday turning into Pippa Fitz?"

"I'm not sure........" Xavier comments uncomfortably as he makes random gestures with his hands. "But, after my latest vision, I'm starting to think that she's telling the truth-"

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!

Suddenly, the monster comes from out of the painting and slices Xavier's throat before throwing him across the shed. The psychic's body flies and hits the wall with an echoing slam.

"XAVIER!" Y/N screams. But before he can do anything to help him, the monster swipes at him, forcing him back. It pushes the rest of itself out of the painting and sets its sights on him next.

With a sanguine roar, it charges towards him. But Y/N thinks fast and remembers how Wednesday took care of the one that was on his shoulder. He stands up and simply punches it right in the face. And just like that, it explodes into a pit of black smoke. Though, half of it gets on the vampire, almost blinding him.

He wipes it off his eyes, only to see that now his hands are a horribly black-stained mess.

Thank goodness that no one else is around to see this, or he'd be getting canceled. It wouldn't even matter what his skin color is.

Then he quickly remembers.

"Xavier?" Y/N calls out in extreme worriment. He turns to see the psychic writhing on the floor, prompting him to rush to his side. "Xavier! You okay?!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine....." Xavier assures him as he pushes his hand away out of embarrassment than anything else. He's lucky it was one of his painting, or else that scratch would've sliced his jugular. "I'm so sorry, man, that's never happened before. I mean, with another person around-"

"Don't worry about it." Y/N immediately shakes his head. Though he does cover his mouth on account of the strong scent that his wounds bring. "Come on, we should get you some help-"

"No, no, no!" Xavier frantically declines, however. "Nobody can know about this, or I'll become a suspect. I'll take care of it myself, just..... tell the others I'll probably be back late tonight."

"You sure?"

"Positive." Xavier insists with a nod, almost as stubborn as Wednesday. "Go, I'll be fine."

Y/N hesitates but gets the feeling that he can't change his mind. So, he just nods and heads off.

But he'll definitely have some questions for him tomorrow.

_________________________________________________

Cobham Woods: Old Jericho

The old man from before has returned to the old meeting house, after Wednesday made herself scarce from the place. He doesn't care what anybody else says, this is the best shelter a man like him could ever ask for, and he's staying here. If that no-good sheriff comes around, he'll fight for his home.

SNAP!

The squatter immediately stands up when he hears a root in the wilderness.

"Who's there?!" He calls out, clutching his camera in one hand. But no one responds to him, and the darkness contrast with the fireplace makes it hard to see.

Then, the wall comes falling down, and the monster bursts into the house.

The squatter screams before being ripped apart by its sharp claws.

During which, the camera goes off, clicking and flashing rapidly.

Note: Y/N fanfiction

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N becomes romantically obsessed with Nevermore's mid-term arrival, Wednesday Addams. He knows the risk, but he has to know her.

Warnings: None

Cobham Woods: Old Jericho

Wednesday wakes up to a heavy thunderstorm, the rumbling sound breaking her out of her vision. She wakes up with a gasp, subconsciously feels her neck, but everything is back to normal. As if she wasn't even harmed. But she still remembers the Y/N that she saw in Old Jericho. The wooden stakes that impaled humans, the same way she found the impaled animals in his closet.

Everything's slowly coming together, and it's hard for her to tell if it's in a way she likes. 

Seeing her shoot herself awake, Thing comes rushing over to her side. He raises his wrist, no doubt wanting to know what happened.

"T-Thing, I saw her! The girl from my visions." Wednesday is way to excited to share with him, not even caring that she's getting soaked in the rain and mud ruining her black coat. "Her name is Goody Addams, just like the portrait in Y/N's secret stash. I believe she's my ancestor from four-hundred years ago. I saw Y/N with her almost every time."

Thing taps a confused response, to which Wednesday frowns.

"I agree. He could be like the women Uncle Fester gets involved with."

Before anymore questions could be brought up about it, Wednesday hears a rough grumble coming from outside the house. The puddle near them tinkles due to a small shockwave emitting from the ground. She shares a look with Thing before standing up, now in defense mode.

She walks towards a small crack in the wall as the sound fades away. She looks through it with one eyeball, but doesn't see anything that could make a noise or frequency that rough. 

"Must have been the bearded man from earlier."

At least, until the sound returns. When she looks back into the crack, she's met with a humongous eyeball staring back at her from the other side of the wall.

Wednesday flinches and steps away. Surprisingly, instead of attacking her, the monster turns around and takes off. 

"Come on!" Wednesday urges Thing as she doesn't want to lose him. "Come on!" 

They see unusual footprints in the mud that they follow in order to track the monster down, but it seems to be much faster than them. They don't see it anywhere, and the intensity of the rain makes it hard for them to see.

More than likely, it's already gone by this point. There's no chance they'll ever catch up to it.

But Wednesday still notices something that might be useful. There's a change of shape in the footprints. She stops and kneels down in front of the pair that match human feet compared to anything else.

"There you are!"

Thing jumps and hides in the bag. Wednesday spins herself around to see none other than Y/N L/N, back to his normal self as he stumbles towards her. His hand over his eyelids in order to block out the rain since he doesn't have any sunglasses on.

"You're human again." Wednesday notices out loud.

"Yeah, thanks to the rainclouds blocking out the sun." Y/N replies while rubbing his forehead with the other hand. "Memory's a bit blurry though. I have this weird lingering scent on my nose for some reason....."

"What are you doing here?" Wednesday asks with a small glint of suspicion in her eye.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here?" Y/N questions her, not sure where that even came from. "I lead you here, didn't I?"

"Yes, but then you left."

"And then I came back when I picked up loud growls and you gasping for air." Y/N responds as he makes sure to stop right in front of her, scanning her entire body for any injuries. Wednesday has to admit that his selective enhanced hearing is somewhat of a decent excuse. "Are you okay?"

 Wednesday takes a step back when she feels like he's getting too close, causing him to raise a confused brow.

"What? What's wrong?" He asks her, which only irks her even more. He should know what has her cautious, and like every time she's asked him how old he is, he continues to play dumb. "What are you even doing? Going on a wet hike?"

"I was following the monster."

"You saw it?" Y/N utters as he looks around with alarm, then snaps his head at her with a slightly heated expression on his face. "And your first instinct was to follow it? What the hell's wrong with you? You could've died."

Wednesday gives him a weird look. "You care awfully much, you know that?"

"Yeah, and I know you really hate that, but it's one of my worst qualities." Y/N remarks without a care in the world. "Did you even learn anything here in the middle of this graveyard?"

"I did learn one thing. The monster is human." Wednesday reveals to Y/N, just to see his reaction. His eyebrows fall and he shifts into a small frown, but nothing that could be considered incriminating. "Its tracks turned from monster prints to human ones."

"Show me."

Wednesday walks back down the muddy road, but all they see now is massive flooded puddles.

"The rain washed them all away...." Wednesday mutters in disappointment. 

"What about that one?" Y/N asks as he points towards somewhere on the ground.

This excites Wednesday. "Where?"

"Right there." Y/N unhelpfully adds. Wednesday has to simply follow the direction of his finger. "Right there, a little to left. Up more. Right there, right........"

Wednesday kneels down, only to find wet maple.

"Oh, sorry.... it was just a leaf." Y/N 'apologizes' with fake disappointment. Wednesday pushes herself back up and turns to give him a very unamused glare.

"Is this supposed to be funny to you?"

"Well, we are in the middle of the woods, soaked in the rain, because you thought you could use me and buildings four centuries old to get free answers from psychic visions." Y/N points out with the stupidest shit-eating grin on his face. Even with that explanation, Wednesday still doesn't find it as amusing as he does. 

In fact, this only makes her even more wary of him.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Y/N asks her, finally taking the hint to drop the humor, but it's way too late for that now. "Does this have something to do with whatever you saw?" 

"I now know why you've been so obsessed with me the moment you pushed me out of the way of that gargoyle." Wednesday tells him with a pointed look, and Y/N waits for the big punchline. "It's because I look like my ancestor, Goody Addams, who you were in love with."

Y/N stares at her with a blank expression for a few minutes before he drops his head with a sigh. "Well done, you cracked the case. But in case you forgot, I'm a vampire."

"Do you really think you can make me fall for you the same way Goody did? You think I can be your second chance after you betrayed my ancestor to Joseph Crackstone?" Wednesday accuses him as she takes another step back, she reaches into her coat, feeling one of her many self-defense weapons she carries. Y/N glares at her, his eyebrows lower with every question she asks. "Why did you wait three-hundred-and-seventy years before coming back to Nevermore? Have you been stalking me before then? Did you know me before then? Do you have some kind of obsession with my family?"

Y/N closes his eyes, tightly. He takes a few minutes, breathing in and out to keep his heightened emotions steady.

"First off...... ouch." Y/N finally says after five more minutes, opening his eyes to stare at her again. "Secondly, what did you see?"

"I saw Joseph Crackstone bring all of the Outcasts to the old meeting house and burn them alive, after you gave him their magical staff." Wednesday answers, making sure every word presses the vampire in some way. "Then you pulled Goody out and made her go on a ship to leave, but when she didn't, you killed her before killing the town's council."

"What?! Why would you-?" Y/N cuts himself off and rubs his face with a sharp exhale. "If this is your idea of how to play detective, you're fired."

"I eat detectives for breakfast." Wednesday remarks before her eyebrows raise. "Actually, I have an uncle who went to prison for that."

"So you can still make jokes. That's good to hear." Y/N comments before thinking his next words out very carefully. "Look, if I wanted you dead, I........ well, I would probably run as fast as I possibly can so that could never happen. But if there's one thing you should believe me on, it's that I would never do anything to hurt Goody."

"Is that so?"

"Yes." Y/N answers with a dead-serious face. He can hear the race of her heartbeat slow, if only a tiny bit. He takes the risk of taking a step closer to her. Thankfully, she doesn't back away this time, but she still looks ready to pounce if she has to.

Wednesday still doesn't trust him. It's funny how she was actually this close to letting her guard down, until the world reminded her what can happen if she lets anybody get too close. And the vampire already knows too much.

"Hey..." Y/N whispers, softly grabbing her face and tilting her head so he can look directly into those black and white eyes of hers. He was closer to her than she thought. Did she let her mind wander to far, or did he use another trick to catch her unfocused? "Look at me...."

He strokes the bottom of her chin, giving her goosebumps, and making the rain ten-times colder. "I may be a vampire, but I'm a man of my word."

Wednesday's breath stops. She never truly believed in fear until she looks into the eyes of Y/N L/N as she sees him now. After a few minutes, she breaks out of whatever hypotonic trace he put her under. She pushes him away with a scolding glare.

"Then you're a fool." 

She walks away, hoping to death that he doesn't follow her. 

Y/N presses his lips together before checking the time by the weather. He goes in the opposite direction. He does a sharp pull of his jacket. This time, with the sun blocked out, he can have full control with only animal blood.

And the wolf sprints down the muddy path, leaving behind footprints that easily get washed out by the rain.

_______________________________________

Jericho: Town Square

After drying himself down as best as he can, Y/N returns to the town of Jericho. No one's come up to him, asking where he or Wednesday went during the volunteering, but he did get one tired look from Vlad which isn't anything new. Now comes the statue dedication, but he's come across an annoying problem that's plagued him since the day he was born.

Xavier comes along and sees the guy glaring daggers at the display glass. He glances between it and him with a confused brow. "You really hate antique dresses that much?"

Y/N sighs as he finally breaks his staring contest with the glass to turn towards his friend. "I have no reflection."

"You..... you're just figuring that out?"

"What's it like?"  Y/N asks him, genuinely curious. "Seeing yourself in glass casings like this one?"

"Well, you're probably better off asking someone else." Xavier answers honestly as the question itself makes him stare at his own reflection, which he can see. "Whenever I see myself in the mirror while getting ready for the Rave'N, I'm thinking....... 'man, I wish I wasn't that guy'."

"You still feel that way about yourself?" Y/N queries with a slightly disappointed look.

"I mean, not as much after winning the Poe Cup." Xavier admits. But he waves a hand around his entire face. "But, be honest, would you take a guy that looks like this seriously?"

Y/N considers that for a moment or two.

"Probably more seriously compared to-"

"Yo, dudes!" Ajax's ecstatic delivery cuts into the conversation as he rolls up, looking like he just won the lottery. "You are not going to believe what just happened to me today!"

Y/N and Xavier share a look. If it gets the Stoner this excited, then it must mean something really big for him. So they start throwing random guesses out?"

"You got sober?"

"What?" Ajax blinks at him. "No, I-"

"You upgraded to meth?"

"Your snakes died?"

"Mom finally texted back?"

"Someone pat you on the head and told you 'good job'?"

"You guys are real assholes, you know that?" Ajax mutters as he gives them a very unamused look, but other two chuckle infectiously anyway. "No, dude, I actually asked Enid out on a date."

"What?" Xavier blinks at him wildly. "Dude, you have to stop smoking pot on the job...."

"I'm being serious." Ajax insists as he lightly punches him on the shoulder, making the psychic flinch a little bit.

"Hey, ignore him. We're both happy for you, man." Y/N makes sure to tell the gorgon, letting him know that they believe him. "Just make sure you take this seriously, alright? After all, the main cause of divorce is marriage, man." He adds as a horrible impression of a Stoner.

"Where did that line come from?" Ajax asks him, oblivious. Y/N scoffs at him in response.

"Don't worry about it."

Ajax pats them both on the shoulders before walking away with the brightest expression he's ever worn, which is saying something. But as Xavier turns to the vampire, he sees him dropping his like he was only wearing a mask for him.

"Hey...." Xavier pats him on the arm, not liking the way he's staring at the wet street. "Why do you look so depressed? You're not happy for him?"

"No, it's just....." Y/N shakes his head, but he can't get the proper words out, so all that comes out is a tired sigh.

Xavier squints at him, confused, until he looks over where the band is going to sit and sees Wednesday giving him unfriendly glances a few dozen feet away.

"Oh...." Is all he can really say once it clicks into place for him. He can't help but stare at Y/N with a teasing smirk. "Yeah, that makes a lot more sense."

Y/N rolls his eyes, hating that darn look he's giving him. He knows he shouldn't let it bother him this much, and yet here he is, right before he's supposed to play a musical for a bunch of nobodies. "Please, don't get involved....."

"Too late." Xavier instantly responds as he walks off anyway, looking like he's about to start something he can't finish. Y/N sighs again as he rubs his face, irritated. 

He looks over and sees Kent leaning behind the bleachers. He's still reading that silly magazine he gave him. 

"Hey, man. What are you doing?"

"Oh, u-uh......" Kent stutters and quickly hides the magazine, trying and failing to pretend that it isn't even there. "Nothing."

Seeing his very unconvinced face, however, the siren immediately gives up with a defeated sigh and he pulls it back out. "Look, I was just-"

"You want my advice?" Y/N asks him, now that he can finally talk back to him. "Find something that you're really good at and stick with it. It may seem pointless as first, especially if it's just a hobby, but it goes a long way. Trust me."

Kent hums as he glances down, processing that in his head. "Okay, but what if I'm only good at something like, acting in p-"

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you there, because I can't answer that question for you." Y/N cuts him off with a raised hand. He lightly smacks on the magazine itself as an example. "Just one thing, that's it."

Then he walks away and leaves him be. He doesn't want to say too much or else he'll start looking like a hero. And the last thing he wants is for Kent to see him that way.

Meanwhile, Xavier Thorpe approaches Wednesday as she's being coerced into setting up her cello near the band members. It's hard to tell what she's feeling with such a blank expression, but he can see a few more rough spots in those brows.

"I heard you disappeared from Pilgrim World."

Wednesday stops what she's doing and turns around. When she sees that it's him, she relaxes only a little bit. "I left that place while my sanity was still intact."

Xavier softly chuckles in response, knowing how that feels since he was one of the few working there. He glances back over at the vampire as he stands in a shaded place, adjusting his sunglasses, before he asks her a specific question. "Anything happen between you and Y/N?"

Wednesday stops and gives him a pointed look. "Why? Did he tell you?"

"No, not at all. That's why I'm asking you." Xavier answers with blunt honesty. "There's a 'bear' killing people and he's my friend. I have a feeling I already know what it's about, but I want to hear it from you first."

"It's none of your business."

"It had something to do with your psychic visions, didn't it?" Xavier guesses with a knowing look. He sees the way Wednesday averts her eyes like she's afraid of being exposed, which makes him think he's on the right track. "When did they start?"

Wednesday hesitates for a minute or two, but eventually answers. "About a year ago. When they happen, it feels like I'm touching live wire..... I usually enjoy that sensation."

"Yeah, but you can't control it and that freaks you out." Xavier points out as if he's a shrink. Wednesday gives him the kind of glance that's unhappy about him trying to examine her character like he already knows her. "Kind of like how Y/N freaks you because you know all this personal stuff about him, right?"

"Did you know that he's actually over four-hundred years old?" Wednesday shares with her fellow psychic. Xavier blinks at her as he looks back at Y/N again. "He was here back when Joseph Crackstone and his pilgrims arrived. He looked the same as he does now, minus the attractive haircut."

"Okay, so he ages slower than most vampires." Xavier accepts with a nonchalant shrug that genuinely shocks the girl. "So what?"

"He sold out the other villages to the pilgrims just so he could save my ancestor, Goody Addams, who he was in love with." Wednesday continues on, thinking that he'll have a lot to consider once she finishes her testimony. "But when she failed to recuperate his feelings, she was just another body to him. Then when she was gone, he moved on to the rest of the pilgrims."

"Yeah, the Jericho massacre, we've all read about that. It's what made Crackstone the martyr so his very name could help build the town." Xavier mentions in acknowledgement, but he still waves off the way she phrases it. "I had those visions as well."

Wednesday squints at him. "You did?"

"Yeah, that's honestly the real reason why I tried avoiding him at first, especially when he started getting close with my now ex-girlfriend. And if you told me all this weeks ago, I probably would've agreed with you that he needs to be watched with both eyes open." Xavier admits, but there's something different about him now. "But after he helped me win the Poe Cup, I think I can tell you that you're only focusing on what's on the surface."

"If that's all it took to convince you, then you're soft and weak, just like my brother." Wednesday tells him with a scolding look. "He once believed this girl he liked when she asked him to the prom. It was only a trap for the kids to tie him up and dump every worst possible substance on him. Of course, I did something far worse."

"Alright, you don't like trusting other people because other people usually hate you, hint taken." Xavier lets her have that. It's not really what he wants to talk about anyway. "You know, my dad's a psychic."

"Vincent Thorpe." Wednesday immediately name drops, fully aware of who and what he is. "My brother's his number one fan. Watched his Vegas Special so many times I'm surprised it's not imprinted on his eyeballs."

"So, I lived with a self-described master." Xavier points out, though he doesn't sound proud about sharing that last name. "And the first thing he'll tell you is that psychic visions can't be trusted. They only show you one part of the picture."

"I saw Y/N in the past as clearly as I'm seeing you now." Wednesday insists passionately. "He impaled the pilgrims through massive wooden stakes and then ripped my ancestor's heart out of her chest."

"Did he? Or did you only see the aftermath of a bloody massacre?" Xavier questions her, making sure she actually saw the entire scene, given how fast-paced visions play out. "Even if what you're saying is true, and maybe it is because that sounds screwed up, what makes you think it has anything to do with what's going on?"

"You mean the bodies being mutilated in the woods, body parts going missing? How he immediately got an attraction towards me just because I look like Goody?" Wednesday points out, making Xavier drop his head with a sigh. "You saw Rowan's drawing. Crackstone was standing in the quad. And why would Y/N avoid getting involved in the Poe Cup for so long if not because it involved celebrating his worst enemy?" 

"You're creating a story in your head and using visions to back it up. They're telling you what you want to see."

"Are you mansplaining my power?"

Xavier snorts and shrugs. "All I'm saying is my dad, the expert, would warn you that psychic ability isn't routed in logic. It's triggered by emotions." He tells Wednesday before giving her a certain look. "And let's be honest, emotion isn't exactly your strong suit."

"Hey....." Y/N ends up stepping into the conversation, out of all people. He sees the way Wednesday is already glaring at him and Xavier looking unnaturally awkward. "Sorry to interrupt, but can I borrow the girl in black and white for a second?"

"Yeah, sure." Xavier nods as he quickly walks away, looking somewhat anxious. 

Y/N looks at Wednesday with a face that's hard to read. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"I thought I made it pretty clear earlier that I didn't want to be a mirror for you to play with."

At first, it seems like it's just irritation and distrust behind those eyes. But there's something else under the wet jelly casing...... fear. Genuine fear, not the kind that fiction believes is screaming and running away. It makes Y/N heart break, seeing that. But he can't really blame her for it.

"That's not........ just answer me this." Y/N lets out a sharp exhale as he grabs Wednesday's arm and drags her farther away from the square where it's a guarantee that even other vampires can't hear them. "Do you know what it's like to hang yourself with a noose, just so you could feel the pressure around your lungs? And then you pull yourself out at the very last second? But you still feel it wrapped tight around your muscle for two whole hours before it eventually fades away?"

Wednesday stares at him blankly. 

"Right, dumb question." Y/N nods as he waves his hands. That sounds good enough for him. "The point is, that is what I want to do every time I see that damn statue."

He's obviously referring to the one in the middle of the square, resembling Joseph Crackstone. The bronze casting him in such a heroic light. Wednesday wishes she couldn't feel the same way, but she does.

"That man brought every single Outcast to the old meeting house and burned them alive. Not because he thought it was 'the will of God' but because he was a sadistic asshole."

"You mean the Outcasts that you sold out?"

"And that's why I'm so pissed!" Y/N exclaims as he looks into her eyes pleadingly. "Is it true that you got expelled from your last school because you killed one boy and circumcised the other?"

"I killed and circumcised both." Wednesday corrects him. "But continue."

"Do you have any of those, um........." Y/N makes a weird face as he struggles to get it out. "Do you have anything like that?"

"Assuming I was thinking the same thing you were because this involves my ancestor....." Wednesday crosses her arms with a stern look. "Why would I want to help you?"

"You wouldn't." Y/N acknowledges, considering what just happened back in the woods. He drops his hands with a defeated. "Fine, forget I asked. Let the people of Jericho celebrate their founding father."

He puts his hands in his pockets and beings to walk away, knowing that there's no way Wednesday would ever want to associate herself with him now.

"Wait."

Y/N stops and turns around with a raised brow. He can see Wednesday looking down with the most irritated expression she's ever worn. But after some heavy consideration, she knows there's nothing she can do to resist the temptation. "Follow me."

The vampire's lips curl upwards as he willingly follows her into an interesting looking store known for fireworks.

An hour later, everyone has finally arrived for the dedication. News press have gathered around the square. Students are sitting in the bleachers, besides the one that are going to be participating. The band is ready. The ice cream vendor is there, and important town members sit together in specific chairs next to the statue. Y/N and Wednesday are also in their place, waiting boredly with the violin/cello in their hands. 

"Thank you! Thank you!" Noble Walker jogs over to the front of the podium, with Larissa Weems right next to them. Both of them have the same plastic smile/grin on their faces, with the same kind of business in mind. "It is my honor to celebrate our town's history and Jericho's noble forefather, Joseph Crackstone."

He gestures towards the statue itself. There's a small pause as everyone gets to stare at it for a couple minutes before he continues.

Wednesday glances over at Thing and gives him the signal with a firm nod. The hand gives a thumbs up before crawling around the bleachers.  

"Now, he believed that with a happy heart and open ear, there was nothing our town couldn't achieve." Noble claims as he speaks into the microphone as if he believes it. But part of Y/N thinks otherwise. "So together as one, our community and our friends at Nevermore Academy, we've built a monument to celebrate his memory."

Sheriff Galpin notices that the man in front of him has already passed out, snoring like a hog. And he can deeply relate.

"Now, may the spirit of Joseph Crackstone be memorialized for eternity!" Noble concludes with his winning smile still on. He gives one point to the band and they, plus Y/N and Wednesday, begin playing. 

It's a peppy arrangement of Don't Stop, but thankfully for Wednesday and Y/N, it's not going to last for very long. 

Then comes the press taking pictures of Principal Weems and Mayor Walker as the latter presses the big red button that activates the fountain the Crackstone statue is built on top of.

Under the bleachers, Thing finally makes it to the end of a trail of fuse. He lights up a match and drops it onto the very tip, lighting the whole thing up. It goes from there to the fountain itself. It almost catches the vendor between the legs. By the time anyone everyone notices the sparks, it sets off the water and a big explosion goes off. 

The crowd screams and panics as it combusts into something of a Hellfire that burns Joseph Crackstone alive like the very pits of Hell he preaches against. Everyone takes off in fear, except for the old man who is still sleeping, even as the stage he's on starts catching on fire. Police desperately try to usher everyone to flee in a safe manner, but it is absolute chaos. 

Y/N subconsciously jumps as well, because it is still fire. But, as he hears Wednesday switch to more agitated notes, he turns to see the most deliciously delighted smirk on her face.

And he would be lying if he said he didn't feel the same way. She then switches the song to something that compliments the new atmosphere, and Y/N follows her lead. Their violin and cello duet takes over the square.

Donovan jumps up and immediately sees who's responsible for this mess. Between the both of them, he stares at Wednesday unsurprised.

Noble watches the scene from behind a van in bewilderment. Weems grips the bleachers tight as she glares at them.

 "Do those fairies normally come out of explosions?" Ajax whimpers as he and the Nightshades desperately hide behind one of the cars. 

Xavier watches the two with a shake of his head and a sigh. "Why am I not surprised it's their fault?"

"I think this is a sign." Kent utters out loud as he goes back to what Y/N told him before. "I think my one thing is Arson."

Divina gives him a look before jabbing him in the stomach. "Shut up, you idiot!"

"It's so beautiful......" Yoko utters in awe. "Of course, it would be even better if it was a person in the burning bull rather than a statue."

Bianca scoffs. "Of course, you are enjoying this."

"And you aren't?" Yoko asks her knowingly. "With Y/N over there?"

Bianca bobs her head with a responding hum, not exactly arguing with her.

Marylin Thornhill reacts almost exactly as most people are at the moment. Nothing super original. 

Coach Vlad shows...... literally no reaction. He just stares at it with his hands behind his back.

Tyler also comes running upon seeing the explosion. He easily spots Wednesday and Y/N having their duet with undeniable passion.

The vampire expected something different. But instead, Tyler is smiling at them. No, scratch that, he's grinning at the sight. Compared to the almost everyone else, he's one of the few actually enjoying the show. He even leans against the bleachers to see the entire performance.

And soon, Joseph Crackstone is pulled back down into the depths of Hell.

 The only thing that will be remembered for eternity is the moment when his statue was melted down into liquid bronze.

Pairing: Ellie Alves x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N had no choice but to accept Joe Goldberg's hospitality. But will he become another version of him? Or change course before he crashes?

Warnings: Stalking

Ellie, I love you, I love you in ways that you probably can't imagine. But, I have to say, your sister can be such a drag.

I mean, I've cleaned Kevin up at this point. I pulled him out of the cage, cut him into tiny pieces, put him in a trash bag and took him to Anavrin, and then grinded him up, just like it was done with Jasper. So now, she can enjoy the dusty unclean air of the storage unit. I gave her a band-aid for that scar I gave her. And now I'm trying to save you from yet another kidnapper. She should be grateful.

But then I forget, you got your dirty mouth from her.

"At least you're not like your brother, eating noodles all the time, as fucking bland as he is." Delilah comments as she throws the plastic cup

I thought I could use Kevin's phone to text you, but I've found it to be completely dead. And because it's some antique fucking thing, none of my chargers work with it. You don't respond to my calls, and send me half-assed messages when I text you.

I really messed up, I should've been more understanding. But the aftermath of killing someone for your safety takes time to process. And I can't tech-expert my way into solving this problem.

"So, how long did it took to build this thing? Seems like it would've taken forever, though I'm not exactly an architect."

Let's see, hotels, hotels........

Wait, hold on a second, what do we have here?

Someone taking a selfie, with you right in the background. Let's just play a little bit of geometry dash here, and in the span of about two minutes.....

Oh, social media, you are a treasure. A very dangerous, double-edged treasure.

BANG!

Delilah's fist slams against the glass, denying me any time to celebrate. Like I said, such a drag.

"Come on, can you at least speak to me to five fucking seconds?!" She frantically asks me. Apparently, she doesn't like getting the silent treatment, especially from me. She must get really jealous like that. "You're the one that decided you were gonna keep me in here. You could at least entertain me if your too much of a pussy to hate me."

"Maybe I'm not an expert, given that we've had only one person that's tried it." I turn myself around, giving her the attention she doubtlessly craves. "But if I recall correctly, people that try stockholm syndrome are supposed to be nice about it."

Delilah scoffs out loud in response to this. "I'm pretty sure you would see right through me if I offered to suck you off to get free."

"You could." I humorously suggest. "I do still have a very active sex drive for my age.'

"Hell to the no."

I softly chuckle, knowing that I was going to get an appalled response like that. If I'm going to be stuck in major dilemma, I can at least have some fun with it. We both know that it's going to get worse anyway.

"Why couldn't you just leave me alone?" I ask the woman with a tired sigh. Lord knows that I wanted anything but to put her in the cage. She wasn't like the others that have crossed me. She was, well, justified. "I didn't do anything to harm you, or Ellie, or....... well, anyone that couldn't get away with doing messed up things."

"I'm a journalist" Delilah simply answers. She glares at me like she's trying to melt a few extra holes through the glass. "My job is to expose criminals."

"Really? I must be one myself, then." I jokingly comment as I look her up and down. "Maybe I should expose you."

"I'm not a criminal."

I can't help but laugh.

"It may not be money, but having sex with a cop for a few favors still sounds like bribery to me." I point out, not really caring if it's wrong or not. She's trying to get me to know her or something, but I already know what her plans involve.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

Saved by the bell.

It's coming from Delilah's phone. I practically speed-walk over to it, mentally pleading for it to be you, but the contact on the screen makes up for my disappointment with a good laugh.

"Speaking of whom...." I quip while holding up the phone. Judging by the texts she had, this is a response to her begging him to call her back when she charged into this place, guns blazing.

If only I slipped out of my cage a few seconds earlier, but no use crying over spoiled milk.

"I'll answer it for you." I let her know as I approach the cage, holding the gun. "But if you say anything....."

"I heard you the first time." Delilah interrupts, giving me an annoyed look. But I know she won't. She may be reckless, but she values your life way too much, so that means she values her life when it counts.

I raise the phone to one of the walls so her voice is clear. I can't hold the barrel to her face or anything, but I can look her in the eye like Mike Tyson, threatening to take a bite of her ear. I swipe the green button, giving her the stage and the threat of death.

"Delilah!" Fincher's voice rings through the phone. It sounds urgent, just like the text messages. I speak to Delilah through my eyeballs that she better do a good job of keeping her hound on his leash at home.

"H-Hey." Delilah blurts out a 'casual' tone, guess that means the death staring is working. She thinks she's looking into the eyes of your potential killer, but I would never do anything to hurt you, Ellie.

"D! Finally. What is going on?"

Really? A nickname? And she expects me to just let her out.

"Um....... I heard Ben got another DUI. Uh.... can you confirm?"

I blink at her, silently criticizing her blatant stuttering.

"That's what's so important right now?" Fincher questions her, obviously confused and possibly a little skeptical. Maybe if I twist the gun around a little bit like I got an itchy trigger finger, I can screw a better act out of 'D'.

No, no....... adding pressure is only going to make her sound worse. As much as it makes me anxious, I just have to let her do her thing.

"Girl's gotta pay rent." Delilah remarks. It's getting better. I was right to trust her, as silly as that sounds in this specific scenario. "So?"

Fincher sighs. "Yeah..... but you didn't hear that from me."

Not a criminal, my ass.

"Okay, thanks. Bye-"

"No, hang on! Wait a minute, hang on."

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

"I've been thinking about what you said, and, um....... I want to take you out. Like, a real date." Fincher proposes, sounding really genuine about it, too. He sounds more nervous to me, and he's a grown man. "Are-are you free tonight?"

I watch Delilah's face as she process those words. She's smiling. Like, a real smile. The smile of someone knowing that they might unknowingly disappoint them, then break their heart into a million pieces, while wishing anything else but that.

"I can't tonight." The woman eventually answers, biting her cheek so hard that it could draw blood. "Um, but soon. Yeah, I-I-I'll talk to you later."

"Alright, um....."

I hang up before Fincher can start making plans. I think that's a suitable enough place to end the conversation without any suspicion. Misses D has now earned herself more D. I'm sure you'd be proud if you heard this. It means no more Joe sacking your sister, reminding you of the old us.

"You see that right here?" I point out, pointing at her with the gun. "That's another reason why I shouldn't let you out."

"Then kill me." Delilah coldly responds. "Stop being a pussy and kill me. I'm sure Ellie would really love that."

That kind of sarcasm cuts deep. But, I guess I can't see I haven't earned that. Look at where I am right now, look at what I'm doing. It's pretty clear what you would want me to do, and yet I can't do it. If only we didn't break up, it would make this choice a lot easier.

"The way I see it, the two options should be pretty clear." Delilah states with a blank expression. "You kill me or you let me go, and we both know what you should choose."

"Oh, do we?" I decided to be witty back at her. "And how am I supposed to know you won't just sell me and my brother's information to your cop-friend with benefits right after I find him and your sister?"

"Because despite everything, all that matters is that Ellie's safe." Delilah passionately answers, looking at me with glassy eyes. "You had a reason to kill Henderson. He fucked girls in their sleep and people like Kevin let it happen for their own self interests. That's why you killed him too. But now you have me in your cage, and what would Ellie want you to do compared to those two scumbags."

I don't know, because you don't make any fucking sense anymore, Ellie. Every single excuse you've fed me to keep us from getting back together has gotten more and more confusing. It makes me almost want to shoot myself with this gun just to stop the mental ranting.

The other question is, what would Joe do? That one is a lot less harder to guess. But, I don't like it. Because it really means I have to let her go or give her a reason to kill her. Like, see if she tries to escape the second I open the door, knowing that she'll soon realize she can't exit the door without the key to the storage building. Then I grab her and choke her to death with my bare hands. No, our height and age differences make that difficult. Maybe I'll use a hammer here to bash her brains in and blame it on someone else.

It would be so much easier that way. But this isn't Will or Beck, who barely have anyone left, or someone I have no trouble lying to. I care about you, Ellie. I need to preserve her life.

"Okay, okay. You know what? You're right." Delilah speaks, waving her hand. She must see the thought process through my staring context again the floor. "It'd be naive to just me at my word, so why don't we, um..... come to an agreement? Okay? Let's negotiate. Do you want to buy my silence? I'm game."

Yes, let me just casually pull even more funds from our already thirsty ATM machine. It's not like I've already been secretly spending behind Joe's back or anything. Sex is out of the question. And what the heck can I blackmail her with? Her photos of getting molested by Henderson?

Yeah, real classy, Y/N.

"I don't wanna die...." Delilah finally admits, despite all that bravado. "I don't want that for Ellie."

If I was her friend, I would think that she's about to cry.

"I have a lot of thinking to do." I tell her honestly. I can't just free her after day two, no matter how tight my heartstrings are pulled. "But, I promise you, that Ellie is not going to suffer."

But I have to think about myself, too. Just like you. That is what you want me to do. We're both selfish, Ellie. But, I won't let this situation go bad either.

I grab my stuff and make my leave for now. I have to go find you and my brother. I need to save the two of you, again. That should give me plenty of time to make my decision, assuming it doesn't only distract me from it.

Delilah bangs the wall, but doesn't make as much noise this time, realizing now that it won't have any use.

Most people would probably call me a nerd for being able to pay that much attention in science class. Now, in high school, they obviously can't teach people how to make drugs that could knock a person out for hours, maybe even days, but I happen to know a few things about the subjects. Helps to know people when your brother is secretly a little knife-happy, even to himself.

I also know which doors are locked and which ones aren't. Pays to be friends with the English teacher. And barely anybody actually checks the security camera footage, so I can just stroll inside while I look for the appropriate room. I have science this semester. And if I remember correctly, it should have just about everything I need.

How convenient.

DING!

Just my luck! A text from you!

From Delilah's phone.

What did I expect?

Ellie

Where r u?????

I can read the notification. As much as I hate lying to you, Ellie. I also have to keep up appearances, and I'm busy trying to save you right now. One thing at a time, right?

Only problem is, I can't reply. You know why? Facial recognition.

Of course, Delilah. You paranoid journalist freak.

Well, I guess you'll have to be satisfied with not being potentially taken advantage of in your sleep by another rich man.

"Y/N?"

You have got to be kidding me.

I turn around to see who else could be here at this specific hour. At least it's the one person I usually wouldn't mind catching me un unusual places, if it wasn't for the fact that I was brewing something right at this moment.

"What are you doing? Cooking the blue?" Goetz questions me with a slightly amused smirk. Again, best person to be caught doing weird things. "You know if you're using the Breaking Bad recipe word for word, you're just going to blow yourself up."

"Oh, no, nothing like that." I respond with an awkward chuckle. Now it's my turn to keep a straight face in front of someone who thankfully doesn't know any better.... yet. "I was just, well.... experimenting. Rent is getting pretty crazy, you know?"

"Yeah, I hear you." Goetz slowly nods as he ambles around the classroom with a sigh. He doesn't seem to bothered by my chemistry set, or he's mentally distracted at the moment. Either way, I purposefully block as much as possible from his point of view.

"What about you?"

"Uh, I came here to get some answers for the upcoming test." Goetz answers, though it's hard to tell if that's a reason or an excuse. "My grades aren't doing to well, and.... I really don't want to take algebra again."

"Yeah, I.... I guess that makes sense."

Goetz tries to take at least one subconscious look at the liquid I'm mixing, but I keep his vision blocked so he doesn't see the needle. If he sees those two things together, I might lose the 'bromance' we have.

"I didn't think you cared about your grades that much." I comment out loud without even thinking.

"What? You think I'm the stereotypical teenager?" Goetz says in an attempt to be playful, but raises a hand when I open my mouth. "Don't answer that. Really, I'm just trying to do one thing right in this 'rebellious' phase of my life."

By that phrasing alone, I'm guessing that I was right that he didn't come here to get the answer sheet simply because he was that worried about an A plus.

"You okay?"

"Ah, you know me. The guy more plastic than a condom." Goetz remarks with a shrug. "Stuff with Zack didn't end well, so now I'm back to being the gay B-F-F. Though, I'm pretty sure I won't be for very long if what Ellie said is true."

You told Goetz. Of course, you did. Why didn't I think of that?

Wait, I know the answer. Your older sister in my cage.

"I thought being that guy would finally get me somewhere, but..... I guess the only use its given me is being someone's sidekick. Ellie is going to be sipping champagne with movie starts while I'll be doing...." He lets out a heavy sigh. "Probably nothing, I reckon."

Nothing is a strong word. But there's no shame about being quiet. I certainly revel in it.

"Wow, sorry, I did not mean to sad backstory dump on you like that." Goetz chuckles at himself. "That just came out of nowhere-"

"No, no, it's fine." I say, and meaning it genuinely. He doesn't sound like a stereotype anymore. He sounds like a human, with massive flag waving to declare what his sexuality is and how easy it will be to claim him. This is the best friend I wish I met months ago. "Look, just be yourself. As cliche as it sounds, I can say for certainty that it made you sound a lot cooler right now."

"Really?" Goetz hums, to which I nod in confirmation.

I'm not really sure if I fully believe in that notion myself, but I can see the smile on his face. So, maybe I'm right despite my hypocrisy.

"Thanks man."

With that, he finally starts walking out of the room. Though, he stops at the door, turning around to give me one more look.

"Ellie was an idiot to dump you, man."

He closes the door. The click echoes across the entire building.

If that's true, then why did I feel like complete shit after hearing that? Like I'm being given a lie after giving one of my own?

Now it all makes sense. Just think about Crime and Punishment. What did the protagonist learn after his journey?

I have to accept what I am, and what I will never do.

And for the latter, it's find love that I can keep.

And I can't keep you, Ellie.

So now it's time to do damage control.

Note: Y/N fanfiction

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N becomes romantically obsessed with Nevermore's mid-term arrival, Wednesday Addams. He knows the risk, but he has to know her. He knows the risks, but he has to know her.

Warnings: Graphic Violence

Jericho: Pilgrim World

Wednesday and Y/N continued strolling down the dirt roads of the amusement park. They're going to be gone very soon, so any fudge-churning duty will only be a time killer at worst. But she wants to figure out when this wolf of hers is finally going to become a human again, but he seems half-out of it.

They end up bumping into Bianca on the way there. The one with the eyes of a fish. She continues giving away samples with a casual smile on her face. But once she sees the two of them, it curls a few more inches upward.

"Let me guess, you got caught playing with the closest available chicken eggs?"

"Don't sound too jealous." Wednesday mockingly warns with a calm expression, reversing the siren's arrogant smile into a frown. "How ironic that the queen bee now has to serve."

"Hey, let them eat cake." Bianca remarks with a shrug as she lets another tourist have a fudge sample. "You don't become the favorite by constantly acting superior. Maybe if you understood that, you would've gotten laid already."

"How's that going for you?" Wednesday questions her. Bianca simply stares back, not having anything to respond to it.

But then the small confrontation gets interrupted by the wolf has his instincts kick in again. He walks towards the siren and starts sniffing her gown, trailing around to her genital area.

Bianca makes a weird face, but is oddly not as shocked as she practically lets the wolf sniff her clothes. "Wow, shifting at sunlight again? You must have really been desperate to get out of work."

Wednesday shifts a bit in her step. "You know that-?"

"That it's Y/N? Of course, I do." Bianca finishes Wednesday's sentence for her with an awfully proud smirk. "What? Did you think you were the only one he showed his secrets to? That is so cute." She looks down at him and makes a soft noise. "And look at that, he still likes me~"

She reaches down and scratches the wolf's ears, which he hungrily leans into.

"Oh, I see that I've finished my entire shift for the day." Bianca playfully points out as if it's an actual job. She holds her tray which is now completely empty safe for left over wooden picks. "I'm going to take my new friend who isn't avoiding me anymore and you can go be alone again."

"That is out of the question." Wednesday retorts, however, as she steps forward to cut the siren off.

"Whoa, are you trying to outmatch my jealousy?" Bianca teasingly questions as she crosses her arms to make it even worse. "Seems you and I have a lot in common after all."

"I am nothing like you." Wednesday's first instinct is to deny, especially in her face. "I especially don't enjoy swimming with a naked tale and eating tadpole eggs with a bunch of amphibian slobs."

Y/N mindlessly glances between the two girls, while sometimes scratching the itch his own ear.

"That's nice, but frankly, your opinion doesn't matter anymore." Bianca claims as she pulls out a snack she's kept in her breast pocket and waves it in front of Y/N. The wolf picks up the scent and can't help but follow her.

"Is that even good for him?" Wednesday asks protectively.

"Since when did you care?" Bianca responds as she strides away with the wolf, even mockingly waving her goodbye. "Do me a favor and go back to the local graveyard where you belong! Better yet, make sure to drop dead in an open grave."

With that, Bianca has already disappeared with her new companion. Wednesday's mouth open and closes multiple times. Her jaw clenches tightly, but she looks away so she doesn't look like she actually cares.

With it being so public, someone ends up seeing the whole thing play out and they boldly approach Wednesday while she's in a temporarily bad mood.

"Never seen girls argue over a wolf before." Yoko Tanaka comments quietly to Wednesday with a slightly amused grin on her face. "Strange thing how love evolves.

Wednesday turns towards the other female and almost immediately recognizes her. "You're Yoko."

"And you're the girl that broke into the Nightshade library and turned down an extremely rare offer." Yoko points out with an unreadable look behind her sunglasses. "Anymore painfully obvious statements?"

Wednesday already likes this girl. But, she has other important things on her mind that she wants to talk about.

"I'm curious about Y/N and this not-so-mysterious obsession he seems to have with me." Wednesday bluntly states, which she knows will easily get the female vampire's attention. "I heard that you and him enrolled into Nevermore together."

"Ah, thirty years ago. That feels like such a long time now." Yoko confirms as she looks up into the clouds as if thinking about happy memories that happened only a few weeks ago. "You know, I found his animal collection. Snatching an animal as it tries to run, paralyzing it from the neck down, and then skewering it with a wooden stick. A long and painful process, for the animal of course. At least, that's my version of it. I prefer to keep them alive before impaling them. I've still been doing to the Nevermore gardener to this very day every time he gets a new pet and it turns three years old."

She lets out a soft exhale.

"Their screams before the squishy splat inside their organs is so beautiful to hear."

Wednesday glances down at the grass with a thoughtful hum. "Has he really been here for that long?"

"To my knowledge, yes. Though, since you're his current love, I'll let you a secret." Yoko says as she leans into whisper. "I don't think he came to Nevermore for the company or the lovely torture dungeons. He doesn't like to talk with us anymore after the whole dead-Normie incident, yet his schedule always seems to be so busy. He scares away strangers during the day, and disappears into isolation at night, appearing in his room right when it's lights out."

"Yet the two of you are friends?" Wednesday asks as if secretly skeptical about the idea. "You expect me to believe you've once looked up to him?"

Yoko's expression drops, and as she looks at virtually nothing, lets out a defeated sigh. "I don't think he's ever noticed how much it hurt, seeing him pull away. The Nightshades  still consider him a member."

Hearing this makes Wednesday's eyebrows lower as she tries to imagine that in her head. But it sounds impossible.

"Well, it seems Bianca has just stolen away my only lead." Wednesday grumbles as she crosses her arms in frustration.

"Have you tried using a map?" Yoko jests, mostly saying it as a throwaway.

And yet, that's exactly what Wednesday needed to hear.

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Jericho: Uriah's Heap

The work hasn't gotten any less unnerving, but they've at least gotten used to it now. The more they stare at the taxidermies, the more they genuinely do look like pieces of art. Even if it's a 'walking around in a cemetery and meeting all the dead people you never met' kind of way. And the lady in charge isn't as stern as she is strange.

Enid catches a dirty-looking man ambling around the store, reaching for one of the old antique items. A camera from a forgotten age of cinematography. He stares and touches it like it's already his.

"Can I help you?" She asks as she tries to approach in a friendly manner. But the hobo turns around and glares at her creepily, sending her away.

He growls to himself, tucking the camera into his long coat and exiting the store without anyone noticing.

Enid returns to Ajax who seems to be staring at the same taxidermy for thirty minutes straight now. The male rat as the groom, and a female squirrel as the bride, holding hands for an eternity.

"Oooh....." Enid winces. "That gives me the heebie-jeebies."

"I don't know....." Ajax lightly shakes his head, finding it kind of adorable. "You think squirrels and rats could ever work out? I mean, they're two totally different species."

Enid is confused by the question. She eyes the theory about the rodents, and then Ajax himself. And all of a sudden, it's like a lightbulb going off over her head.

"Oh, yeah. I mean, totally." She blurts out randomly, trying to get the gorgon's attention. "Why not? They both have more in common than you think. Most people are scared of them, so it would just us...."

She crumbles when Ajax looks up at her.

"Uh, them...... against the world."

"Wow... that was..... deep." Ajax comments appreciatively with an earnest chuckle, which makes Enid grin from ear to ear. "You know, by the way, I'm really sorry about stoning you to win the Poe Cup." He then brings up with a guilty expression. "It wasn't cool."

"Oh, hey, don't worry about that." Enid is quick to assure him, not finding it too hard to forgive when it's him in particular. "I'm not mad or anything about losing, especially since Bianca didn't win."

"Yeah, but that literally went against everything I was told. I mean, you're so nice and everything, and I feel like I screwed up." Ajax persists, however, glancing down with a heavy sigh. "Gorgons are taught not to engage. You know, I don't want to accidentally stone someone."

"I'm not afraid of being stoned by you." Enid tells Ajax, making the bold move to touch her arm and squeeze it gently. Thankfully, the gorgon seems to welcome this. "It's just temporary."

"Really?" Ajax utters, surprised. "You mean that?"

"One hundo!" Enid confidently responds, more than genuine. Though, she feels the topic dying down, so she desperately finds another one to latch onto. "By the way, what was it like having Y/N on the team for the first time in, like, forever?"

"Oh, it was awesome. I mean, I kind of wanted him take my seat so I didn't have to stroke all that water, but seeing him turn vampire fish on Kent was ironically hilarious." Ajax answers with a huge grin on his face, before it slowly fades away. "You know, that's the first time he's actually said yes to doing something with the boys."

"Yeah, that checks out." Enid remarks with a silent chuckle. "He seems so isolated and scary."

"He's actually super chill. You just don't know that because you aren't in Caliban Hall." Ajax tells the werewolf with a small shrug, soon followed by a depressed sigh. "A lot of the guys look up to him, including Xavier. Y/N's our boy you know? We just can't say that because we're afraid that he doesn't want to hear it."

"That sounds....... rough." Enid comments with a mixed expression, to which Ajax nods.

"One hundo."

"So, um, I was thinking of sneaking behind the greenhouse tonight. Supposed to be a blue moon. Only happens once every twenty-three years or something crazy." Enid mentions with a hopeful grin. "Should get a killer view from up there."

"Cool. Hey, have fun." Ajax mindlessly nods. "By the way, you know that's where a lot of kids go to hook up, right? I mean, it could get awkward-"

"Ajax!" Enid snaps, making him almost jump into a shelf. "I just spent all morning flirting, and hinting, and trying to act cute while brushing some roadkill just so you would ask me out on a freaking date!"

.....

......

........

"OH!" Ajax exclaims with the hugest smile he's ever worn. "Oh! That's what you were doing."

He begins laughing, making Enid get worried.

"I kind of wondered when you spent so long brushing that opossum's tail." He mentions innocently as the two of them share a very awkward chuckle. "Hey, so you want to meet up behind the greenhouse tonight?"

"Yes!" Enid half-jumps with a giddy expression. "Yes, I do."

"Hey, Ajax!" The proprietor calls out, interrupting their happy conversation. "Can you help me move the badger dentist to the front window?"

Ajax smiles apologetically at Enid as he has to walk away now. But as he leaves, Enid pumps herself up, super hard.

"YES! I can't believe he asked!"

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Jericho: Pilgrim World

The boring footsteps from the tourists and the obnoxious loud screeches of the fake pilgrim employees serve as white noise for Bianca as she sits in a new hiding spot she found, safe from the abominable Mistress Arlene. She rolls back in forth in the wooden rocking chair while Y/N lays down close by, quiet. But there's no tension behind it like there usually is, way too long since it's been like this.

Bianca chews off an entire quarter of the park's favorite sweet with her teeth. She swallows it down in one gulp without trying to savor the flavor.

"I really hate fudge." Bianca mentions out loud, glancing down at the wolf. "Did you know that?"

Y/N just silently stares at her.

"But Divina and Kent really love it. First time it happened, that idiot brought a couple boxes to lunch. I didn't want to hurt their feelings, so I ate it and said that it tasted 'sweet'." Bianca finds herself sharing with the wolf, chuckling at that small desert-based pun. "And now, every week or two, we're expected to bring it and do a 'taste test' of the weird flavors Ye Olde Fudgery invents. There was cherry. One with peanuts. Mint chocolate, gosh, that was the worst one. And I have to swallow that stuff in with a straight face, and puke it out later when they aren't looking, because I care way too much about what they think of me."

She looks down at the wolf as if waiting to see her reaction. Only issue is that it's hard to goad a response out of eyes like that. She lets out a defeated exhale as she decides to do something she would normally hate to do.

She rolls up her sleeve and cuts her arm.

"Here....." She reaches it towards the wolf. "A few droplets should be enough to help you snap out of it."

The wolf, still running on instinct alone, looks up with an excited leer and starts licking up Bianca's wrist. The siren both hisses and giggles at the painfully ticklish feeling.

"Almost exactly how I made you fall for me..."

Then, in the small runtime of a few seconds, the wolf's pupils shift and change until the animal looks a lot more conscious. And Y/N takes off.

"You really love her that much, huh?" Bianca notes as she fully leans against the chair, watching him run out of the amusement park like a comic book superhero in her eyes.

She takes another hard bite of the fudge, this one with a few more tears.

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Jericho: Weathervane

When Wednesday Addams steps into the coffee shop, her attention is drawn to the pin board. Mostly advertisements of various questionable establishments. But one that gets her attention is one of Jericho's high school play. The classic bad boy falls in love with the nice girl he's in a fake relationship with.

She wonders how people are drawn to these kinds of plots. She can come up with a lot more entertaining things, like when she flung her classmate twenty feet through the air with a makeshift human slingshot.

But she should move on to pressing matters. She walks over and dings the tiny bell.

In only a second does Tyler Galpin steps out. "You rang?"

"I need your help."

Tyler softly chuckles. "I had a feeling."

"You know the original pilgrim house, the one from the 1600s?" Wednesday queries him as she pulls out the Jericho guide map from her backpack, unfolds it, and sets it down on an empty booth. "Do you know if it's still around?"

"What's left of it is out in Cobham Woods, but it's pretty much a ruin." Tyler tells her with a slightly uncomfortable look, part of him deeply wondering what she wants by going there.

"Show me." Wednesday demands anyway.

"Uh....." Tyler hesitates for a brief moment, but points at one of the shaded zones. "There, but, look, it's kind of sketchy. Squatters and methheads use that place as a crash pad." He warns her before his curiosity gets the better of him. "What's this about?"

"Nothing." Wednesday is quick to dismiss as she folds the map back up, which only irks Tyler's curiosity even more.

"You're becoming obsessed with this whole 'monster in the woods' thing."

"Would you rather I develop an obsession with vampires and dark metal bands?" Wednesday playfully remarks, causing a small chuckle to escape from Tyler's lips. "Thank you for the help."

"Hey, listen!" Tyler calls out to her, however, before she leaves. When she turns around, he almost freezes in place. "The ruins are kind of tricky to find. I could take you this afternoon. My shift ends at two."

"Principal Weems would hang, draw, and quarter me if I miss the big statue dedication." Wednesday mentions on the other hand, which shoots down that plan. "And as enticing as that sounds, I'd prefer to keep a low profile."

Then, they suddenly hear loud, animalistic growling coming from outside. They look out the window to see a familiar wolf speeding down the streets, not caring about the other people or the cars he dodges past.

Wednesday's lips curl upwards by a few inches as she turns back to Tyler.

"Besides, I already have someone better to escort me through the great outdoors."

"Alright...." Tyler lets her have her way with a sigh, though he looks like he really wishes he could go with her and figure out what she's up to. "Just, um, one more thing. You know Y/N, right?"

Wednesday squints her eyes at him. "I'm not going to be in the middle of whatever cold war you've got going on."

"I'm not asking you to do that." Tyler claims with a shake of his head. "Just tell him I said hi."

Then he walks away, into the back where he originally was.

Outside, the wolf is speed-traveling towards the Weathervane but stops when he sees a familiar face sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. Although he has someone else more important in his mind, he can't help but approach the sad-looking Kent.

"Oh, whoa, hey there, man." Kent utters, surprised to see the animal hanging around out here, but he doesn't seem terrified of him as the others are. In fact, he continues staring at nothing after two seconds.

Y/N sits down next to him, only to see him staring at a blank wall. Not the wall that once belonged to Xavier's mural, an actual blank wall with nothing on it.

"Can I ask you something?" Kent asks the wolf, knowing that it can't verbally respond in anyway. That is exactly the reason why he's choosing to talk to an animal. "Do you think it's true that people's value is based on their intelligence? Like, my parents clearly liked Divina more. They groomed her as the perfect siren, and let me pretty much do whatever I wanted. At the beginning, I didn't mind it, but now that I'm in Nevermore....... I'm always the butt of the joke. And I can't even have brawns either, because werewolves are so much stronger, and the one time I lost a fight in the water, I became worthless."

The wolf growls sadly in response.

"I know, right?" Kent points to him with a grateful nod.

Y/N looks around until he sees one of those stands with comics and newspapers that people barely use anymore. The kind that you see in a grocery store checkout. He walks over, grabs a specific one, and holds it with his teeth in front of him.

Kent blinks at the wolf before slowly taking it from his mouth. At first, he scoffs at seeing the paparazzi pictures on the cover before he reads the title.

"Celebrities with the most surprising hobbies?" Kent reads it out loud with a question mark before turning towards the wolf. "What the heck am I supposed to do with this?"

Y/N growls at him, even though he has no way to understand him. He puts a paw on his shoulder, as if demanding him to read it.

"You know I can't just take this-"

The wolf then drops five ten-dollar bills onto his lap.

"Where did that even....?" Kent wants to ask the animal, but remembers that he can't answer. So, he reluctantly keeps the magazine with a sigh. "Fine....."

"Y/N!" Wednesday's voice cuts into their non-conversation. The wolf quickly snaps his head over to see the girl looking down at him with a serious-business face. "It's time to go to the woods. I assume you know the way around your old home."

The wolf growls, somewhat embarrassed, but in confirmation.

"Y/N?" Kent utters in confusion as he glances between the two. "That's a wolf."

Wednesday gives him a look before the two move on to escape the town of Jericho for a short while, leaving Kent to just shrug his shoulders in bewilderment. But while alone, he gets what he thinks is an amazing idea.

"The gigantic, good wolf....."

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Cobham Woods: Old Jericho

Y/N leads Wednesday Addams through the entire Cobham woods. She's noticed that he's a lot more specific with which way he turns and walks, giving her a strong logical feeling that it makes sense to follow his exact lead. The gray clouds are beginning to move in and cover the sun, but she still keeps track of his determined steps.

Soon, they come across a building that looks like the one they are looking for. The wood is barely holding on, the scorched marks are still there. It makes sense that it's surrounding by dead trees and birds cawing a warning of something evil.

Wednesday sets her bag down onto the floor, and Thing crawls out of it, causing the wolf to exclaim a surprised growl.

Thing stomps towards Wednesday and angrily taps on the dirt.

"No, I did not jump to the idea of replacing you." Wednesday assures the hand, almost annoyed that he would presume such a thing. "I just prefer Y/N a lot better when he can't respond sarcastically."

Y/N growls sarcastically in response.

"Who are you talking to, little girl?"

The two sidekicks quickly tense up when they hear an older man's voice. Wednesday, on the other hand, calmly turns around to see one of the squatters or meth heads that hang around here. If one of them was Ajax or Enid, they would recognize him as the hobo that stole a camera from Uriah's Heap.

Wednesday doesn't care either way, more focused on the insulting titles that he used to refer to her as.

"Use the word 'little' and 'girl' to address me again and I can't guarantee your safety." Wednesday threatens the squatter, who glares at her in response.

"This is my place!" He growls at her, thinking that his height and weight makes him more intimidating. "Get out!"

"A hand here?" Wednesday requests as she glances at the two people behind her.

Thing immediately crawls onto the squatter's face and pulls on his mouth. Y/N latches his teeth onto his filthy shirt and tugs with an aggressive growl. This sends him fleeing out of the house.

After two minutes of hearing the man screaming in terror until his voice eventually fades away, Thing and Y/N eventually return.

"I only asked for one of you to take care of it."

Y/N and Thing raises their hands simultaneously, then they stare at each other.

They engage in a swatting fight that escalates with the hand pulling on Y/N's tail and the wolf subconsciously spinning around, trying to bite him off.

"Enough!"

The two instantly separate, sheepishly staring at her.

"This whole thing was a waste of time. There's nothing here." Wednesday mumbles in disappointment as she mindlessly kicks one of the squatter's crushed cans. She turns to the wolf with irritation. "As a 'history buff', you couldn't have mentioned that you were around during Old Jericho?"

Y/N growls bitterly in response.

Thing says something to him that makes Y/N swat the hand away.

"Will you to focus for one second?" Wednesday scolds them with a heated glare that shuts them up.

Thing mentions all the other times she got a vision unexpectedly as a suggestion.

"No, I can't just touch something." Wednesday regrettably retorts, as much as she wishes it was that easy. "My visions seem to happen spontaneously."

Thing brings up the fact that her parent is an expert on the subject, and would probably tell her if she knew what was going on.

"I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice."

Thing insists however, tapping on Y/N as an example.

But when Wednesday feels the wolf's fur, as much as the conscious Y/N enjoys it, nothing happens for the past five minutes.

"Of course, the one time I need it. When we're finally at the place I keep seeing in my visions, touching you doesn't give me any." Wednesday grumbles as her frustrations finally win her over. She paces around the ruined house, her boots digging into the dirt. "Now you're back to being a decrepit old man in a baby suit."

The wolf tilts his head, which reminds Addams that he can actually hear her this time. Her eyes widen and her head falls, but it's too late. Y/N turns around and exits the building, growling.

Wednesday opens her mouth, but she would rather die than let him win the argument. She already gave it to him once, never again.

Thing watches him go and shockingly feels a little bit. He taps on the ground, disappointedly.

"Don't act like you're suddenly his friend." Wednesday responds defensively. "I told you what my intentions were from the start. Even if I didn't send him the note, he would've followed me around anyway."

Thing accuses that of being deliberate.

"No, I didn't say it because I'm embarrassed from comforting him earlier when he was crying."

Thing retorts this, however.

"There is no 'hiding my feelings' because I don't have any!" Wednesday harshly retorts, kneeling down just to give him another glare. "Now lets go, before Weems figures out we're-"

When she presses on the front doors, she's hit with a sudden shock.

When she falls to the ground, she's hit with a different cold air. She looks up and sees all the ruined buildings return to their prime. She also sees the mob again, still brandishing torches and pitchforks as they surround something so little that she can't see from where she is, but she remembers who.

They shove Goody Addams across the place, intimidating her with the sharp tips of their tools and shouting profanity in her name.

"Burn her!"

"Devil spawn!"

"Beast!"

"Witch!"

"Repent!"

"Begone!"

Y/N watches the scene from behind a couple barrels with another man who is much taller than even the vampire himself. Wednesday is certain that she recognizes him, but can't tell where because it's a much different version of what is being picked from her brain. She watches the L/N stand up to put an end to it right then and there.

"No, master! You're not strong enough!" The other man desperately pulls him back however with wide eyes. "They have fire! They'll kill you!"

"Then let me be killed!" Y/N snaps at the man, glaring into his very eye sockets. "Then I can pay the price for trusting that backstabber!"

"Master, there's another way to save her!" The man pleads with him not to throw his life away so recklessly. "Remember?"

Y/N clenches his fist, but eventually recalls what he's trying to bring up.

"Come, Lurch."

Meanwhile, the crowd looks like they're about to enact their justice onto the poor Goody Addams in the middle of the town if it weren't for a loud, demanding voice.

"Stand aside!"

The crowd disperses a few inches as law enforcement escort the lead pilgrim who is now carrying a medium but magically powerful staff. The one he's been obsessing over in the previous visions.

"Goody Addams!" Crackstone stomps towards the girl, slamming the bottom end onto the ground. "You have been judged before God and found guilty. You are a witch, a sorceress, Lucifer's mistress herself. For your sins, you will burn this night, and suffer the flames of eternal hellfire."

"I am innocent." Goody Addams seethes, staring at him with hate pouring out of her eyeballs, even while on her knees. "It is you, Joseph Crackstone, that should be tried. We were here before you, living in harmony with the nature and the native folk. But you have stolen our land. You have slaughtered the innocent. You have robbed us of our peaceful spirit. You are the true monster, all of you!"

She slips a sharp shiv from under her sleeve and strikes the evil pilgrim with it. But she only manages a sharp slice on his left cheek before one of the guards grabs her wrists and forces it out of her hand.

The crowd bellows.

"Punish her!"

"Burn her!"

"She is evil!"

Joseph feels his wound, seeing the crimson red liquid on his finger tips, and his blood boils.

"The Devil ne'er sent such a demon." He growls before backhanding her hard, sending her to the ground where the guards pick her back up. "And I will send you back!"

"No!" Goody cries out as the mob drags her into the meeting house by force. They clamor as they open the doors.

"YOU ARE ABOMINATIONS IN THE DEVIL'S GRIP!" Crackstone declare with passionate fury as he throws her inside along with more than five dozen others, all natives. Wednesday has to see what happens from inside the meeting house itself. "God had to flood the world of sin in order to create. And I will not stop till I have expunged this New World of every Outcast. Godless creatures!"

He and his guards step outside and lock the doors with a wooden plank. Then he turns to his mob with a sanguine expression on his face.

"SET IT ABLAZE!"

The captives inside scream in terror, pleading and crying. Wednesday sees that they're all chained together, unable to escape from the fate that now awaits them. Soon, the hay around the meeting house ignites, and the wood soon catches fire as it begins to spread.

Goody is frantically looking around until she spots a familiar face amongst the captives. "Mother!"

She tries pulling at the chains herself, but without a key, they are unbreakable.

"There is no time, child." The mother shakes her head in sorrow. "Leave now. Safe yourself. He has chained us all to the floor."

A hatch inside of the fireplace swiftly opens. Y/N's head peaks out through the whole.

"Goody! Come on!" He calls her name as he desperately reaches his hand out for her. "You have to get out of there before the place collapses!"

"No! I shan't leave without my mother!" Goody refuses, eyes glassy. But her mother grabs her wrists and squeezes them tightly.

"Run! Avenge us!" The woman pleads to her, not wanting her to burn while she is unrestrained. "Find the others and save our future."

She and the Outcasts choke on the smoke that wafts into the building.

"Please.... my sweet lamb. Run. Run as fast as you can. You are our only hope!"

Goody is frozen at first. She glances between her and Y/N who is begging with his eyes alone for her to listen. But she eventually stands up, takes the vampire's hand, and he drags her into the secret escape hatch.

They run out of the town before anyone notices. But they can hear the moment the wood crumbles from the flams, and it falls onto the Outcasts, slowly burning them alive one by one.

The soon covers the entire meeting house until it clouds Wednesday's vision. He finds herself earnestly choking as if being in the moment herself.

But then the smoke clears as she instead finds herself in the forest. The blue moon covers the night as three figures are hiking in the forest. One of them farther ahead than most.

"Goody!" Y/N calls her name for what sounds like the seventh time judging by the rasp of his lungs. Him and Lurch are struggling to keep up with her. "Goody! Wait for one moment, please-"

"How dare you!" Goody roars at the vampire, snapping her head around to stare at him as if he's the Devil himself. "You took our village's most prized and historic possession. And you gave it to the hands of that monster!"

Y/N drops his shoulders as he looks at her pleadingly. "I had no choice-"

Goody smacks him across the face, cutting him off. It echoes across the entire forest.

"To hell with you!" Goody curses his name, tears streaking from her eyes. "I would've rather died in that house! I should've staked you the second I first met you on that ship! You're dead to me! You hear? DEAD!"

Y/N doesn't say anything. He lets her stomps away, sobbing, while he rubs the red spot on his cheek while hardened.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Lurch nervously approaches the vampire.

"Master, it is doubtful that she will actually get on that ship out of here."

"Then you will make her." Y/N states as he turns towards him with a serious expression that leaves no room for negotiation. "I will handle Crackstone and his pilgrims myself. He still thinks I'm one of them. I simply need to stay close enough until he drops his guard."

"Then I can return to-?"

"No. You will go with Miss Addams." Y/N orders him sternly. "Your time with me is done. Your debt is to the Addams family now. You will remain loyal to them for eternity. Even as a zombie, you will be loyal." He claims before pulling out a folded note and shoving it in his chest.

Lurch flinches but nods as he eventually pockets the note and goes to follow Goody Addams.

Y/N watches them leave with a blank face, hiding himself from his own emotions, before he walks in the other direction.

Then the smoke returns and blinds Wednesday again.

Now she's back at the town, but something is noticeably different about it.

Pilgrims suddenly run out, screaming like something's after them. Some of them have blood staining their clothes. 

"Run! Flee!" One of them screams at her as they clutch her shoulders. "The Devil has unleashed his servant upon us!"

Wednesday squints as she watches them all take off. She ignores their warnings and delves deeper into the village and soon sees what traumatized the Normies so badly.

The torches still burn, but the place has been redecorated. Massive wooden spikes impale the ground. Adult pilgrims, Male and female, have been caught by them. Through their rectums and out of the mouth. They hang there, choking on their own blood if not already dead. Crimson red coats the walls, splashed recklessly in different ways.

The only one that isn't impaled is Joseph Crackstone himself, though he lies on the ground, dead.

Then a whistle tears through the air. It's song venomous like the deadliest snake. Wednesday can't make it at first as it claws at her eardrums like nails on a chalkboard until she eventually discovers it.

And what she finds is enough to shake the black-hearted girl to her very core.

A single person, living, or maybe not. Y/N sitting on the ground, covered in blood from head to toe. The grass around it has been painted by the new brush.

In his arm, he clutches the body of Goody Addams. Her eyes are black because she is deceased. Her chest has a gaping hole, and her heart litters the ground, barely pulsive. One of her hands has been stained with blood. And Y/N has a bloody handprint on his chest.

Then he abruptly opens his eyes and looks at Wednesday Addams herself.

He grins her at, his teeth just as red as the rest of him.

"You've unleashed the beast, Ms. Addams."

He softly sets Goody's corpse onto the ground and approaches her.

Feeling the situation as if it was real, Wednesday turns around to run, but Y/N is suddenly right there as if being able to teleport. He grabs her by her body and hair, preventing her from escaping.

Then he bites her neck.

Wednesday gasps as the pain suddenly hits her like the sharpest needle. She can feel her own oxygen sucking out of her lungs, making her exhale raspy breathes that do nothing but suffocate her. 

And yet, Wednesday feels something other than fear when Y/N pulls away, forced to stare into his blood-soaked eyes. She can see her own throat flesh hanging on the fangs of his teeth. He slurps it up like a snack. With one hand, he smears her own blood all over her face, almost blinding her. 

Then everything goes black.