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Wenclair Park Ranger Part Twenty Five
Wednesday and Agnes in the truck
Agnes: *clutching a silver case* What short cut? There is only one road either going further into town or the reserve
Wednesday: There is an old wildlife trail that has been kept free of large debris, it will be rough but should suffice
Wednesday floors the gas swinging the truck onto the gravel road continuing past the lodge further into the reserve
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Enid had finally scraped together enough tips from the Weathervane to escape her chaotic family. One year lease on a tiny one-bedroom apartment in the city, signed and sealed. Life was finally looking up especially after Yoko gifted her the bright pink car despite Enidβs initial protests. βYou need wheels, Pup. Consider it a housewarming present.β
It had only been a week with the shiny new thing when disaster struck.
βFuck!β Enid hissed, rubbing the back of her head as she stumbled out of the back door of the car. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She was already late for the biggest job interview of her life, personal assistant to some big-shot executive and now this.
βFuck!β Enid huffed, still rubbing her head as she fumbled for her phone and dialed Yoko with shaking fingers. βPick up, pick upβ¦β She said, biting her lower lip and tapping her foot.
The line rang one, two and then the recipient replied, βYo, E! Howβs the new car treating you?β Yokoβs voice filled Enidβs ear.
βI fucked up, Yoksβ¦real bad.β Enid voice cracked.
Yoko sat up at her desk chair, βWhat happened? Are you ok?β
Enid looked down at herself, βIβmβ¦fine. I thinkβ¦β
Yoko sighed in relief, βOkaaay, so whatβs the problem, Pup?β
βOk, soβ¦please donβt be mad.β Enid started.
βWhy would I be mad?β
Enid whimpered, βI hit a Ferrariβ¦β
βWhat? Were you going fast? How bad is the damage? You sure youβre ok?β Yoko rapid fired.
βIβ¦I was late for an interview and thought taking a short cut would be bestβ¦how was I supposed to know a Ferrari would be parked in the narrow alleyway?!β Enid rambled, βAny way, I saw it and thought I could pass through andβ¦now my car is stuck and it has the Ferrari pinned against a wall, side swiped and I donβt know if or not totaledβ¦β
Yoko sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Of course something like this would happen to Enidβ¦ βWhatβs the license plate?β Yoko asked.
βUmβ¦AI77250β¦β Enid replied, now pacing behind both cars while she assumed Yoko was searching the plate on her Pc.
βShitβ¦β Yoko said in a low tone, βI was afraid of thisβ¦β
βWhat?! Whatβs wrong?!β Enid panicked.
βThe car you hitβ¦itβs jet black isnβt it?β Yoko asked.
βMm yeahβ¦why?β Enid replied, now pulse racing.
βFuckβ¦β Yoko curse once more,
βThe only jet black Ferrari in the city belongs to THE Wednesday Addamsβ¦β
Enid almost dropped her phone. She had heard about the infamous Wednesday Addams. She was the heir to the Addams empire. She was a ruthless business woman AND to Enidβs now demise, they woman whose assistant she had applied to beβ¦
βYouβve got to be kidding meβ¦β She gasped.
βNot unless Batman is in townβ¦so, fuckβ¦Iβll call the insurance, stay put and breathe, okay? Iβll call you back.β Yoko reassured.
βOkβ¦thank you, Yoks.β Enid whimpered. She decided to stand against the opposite wall, just staring at the damaged sheβd caused when she heard the sound of heels coming down the ally. βOh, no no no no noβ¦β she scrambled to stand straight as Wednesday Addams stopped dead in her tracks, frowning, staring at the cars and her and back to the cars, her phone pressed against her ear, βBianca, I will have to call you backβ¦β Wednesday said into the phone, voice low and velvet. She eyed Enid up and down once more before she spoke again, βSome hot girl wrecked my car.β She flashed Enid a smirk as she walked straight up to her making Enidβs heart skip a beatβ¦
Just Thoughts
Wednesdayβs powers had always been volatile. Always shifting and evolving in unpredictable ways that left even her unsettled. But this new ability was something else entirely.
She could hear thoughts.
It started subtly. One morning, Enidβs voice rang through her skull like a cheerful alarm, looping her daily schedule with optimism: βcoffee, class, blog post, fencing practice, werewolf club meetingβ¦donβt forget the glitter pens!β
Wednesday had nearly clasped her hands over her ears, painfully aware that it wouldnβt help.
The rest of Nevermore was worse.
A constant, cacophonous din of insecurities, petty grudges, and hormonal nonsense. She learned to build mental walls, to dim the noise until it became a distant murmur.
Everyone except Enid.
Enidβs thoughts refused to be silenced. Wednesday could lower the volume, but the signal remained crystal clear, warm, and impossibly loud.
The breaking point came during her fencing match against Bianca. Wednesday was mid-lunge, blade slicing through the air, when Enidβs voice crashed into her mind like a rainbow wrecking ball:
βGod, Wednesday looks really good in that fencing suitβ¦β
She missed her footing. Biancaβs riposte connected cleanly.
βIf I had one shotβ¦ but sheβd never have eyes for someone like me.β
Wednesday froze. The match ended in humiliating defeat. She tore off her mask, ignored Biancaβs smirk, and stormed out of the hall without a word.
Later that evening, Enid returned to their dorm to find Wednesday sitting rigidly on her bed, wearing the noise-canceling earplugs sheβd gifted her for her birthday.
Enidβs heart twisted with quiet concern. She knew what those meant, Wednesday had had a rough day and needed space.
So she said nothing, simply moving around the room with uncharacteristic softness.
But inside Enidβs head, the thoughts never stopped.
βI could offer her a massageβ¦ no, that would be weird. God, Enid, get a grip. Youβre acting so gay for your roommate itβs actually cringe.β
Wednesdayβs jaw tightened. The earplugs were useless.
βI wonder if sheβd like to talk. Iβd love to talk. Sheβs so smart and interesting and I canβt get enough of her voiceβ¦ ah, her voiceβ¦β Enid sighed dreamily as she scrolled through her phone, completely unaware.
Wednesdayβs face burned. She ripped the earplugs out, grabbed her cello, and headed for the balcony. Maybe the music would drown her out.
βHey, Wends!β Enid called brightly. βCan I join you out there? The weatherβs nice.β
Wednesday paused mid-step, unsure whether the words were spoken or another thought.
βWends?β Enid nudged gently, stepping closer.
ββ¦You may,β Wednesday answered, voice carefully neutral as she stepped outside.
βYes!β Enid whispered triumphantly under her breath. βI love spending time with youβ¦ heck, I love you. I wonder if youβd ever marry me?β
Wednesday nearly dropped her bow. Enid, bright, colorful, relentlessly happy Enid, loved her? Wanted to marry her?
The realization settled over her like moonlight on still water.
She gripped her cello and began to play the most achingly romantic piece she knew, one her Father played on the piano for her Mother, her fingers moving with rare tenderness across the strings.
Enid watched, mesmerized, her thoughts painting the most beautiful, vulnerable pictures a girl in love could conjure: soft confessions, gentle touches, quiet mornings tangled together, fierce protectiveness, and a lifetime of choosing Wednesday over and over again.
Each one made Wednesdayβs heart stutter in her chest.
For once, she didnβt try to dim the noise. She let Enidβs loud, tender thoughts washed over her, filling the spaces between the notes, as the evening air carried the music and something far more romantic between themβ¦

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Enid had overslept again and dressed in a frantic rush, barely making it to class on time. She slid into her seat beside a visibly irritated Wednesday, who immediately side-eyed her.
βEvening, Sinclair,β Wednesday snarked under her breath.
Enid sighed. βI know, I know. No more doomscrolling until 3 a.m., I promise.β
βYou said that last time. I have stopped taking your promises seriously.β Wednesdayβs gaze dropped pointedly to Enidβs crooked shirt collar as the lesson began.
The morning dragged on. As they hurried to their next class and Enid ranted about the latest plot twist in the show she had been watching with Yoko, Wednesday couldnβt stop noticing the crooked shirt collar. It was ridiculous how much it bothered her. Surely Enid would notice eventually or someone else would point it out.
By midday, Wednesday sat alone at the far edge of the quad, picking at her lunch while reading. She sensed Enidβs bright, vibrating energy approaching before she even looked up and let out a quiet sigh.
βHello, Enid,β she greeted without lifting her eyes from the page. βSo this you can manage to be on time for.β
βHa, ha. Very funny,β Enid replied, dropping her things beside her with a grin. βLunch is important! I need my nutrients, you know. Growing wolf and all.β
Wednesday lowered her book just enough to roll her eyes. Enid was smiling brightly at her, fangs on full display. The sight was almost endearingβ¦until Wednesdayβs gaze drifted back to that damn shirt collar, still crooked.
βHave you not seen yourself in a mirror all day?β she huffed.
βHuh?β Enid glanced down at herself. βWhatβs wrong?β
Wednesday turned fully toward her, grabbed the front of Enidβs collar, and yanked her closer with surprising force. βYour shirt has been crooked since first period. It has been driving me mad.β With sharp, efficient movements, she straightened the collar and bow tie.
Enid froze under her touch.
βThere,β Wednesday said, voice lower now. One hand smoothed the lapel of Enidβs jacket while the other lingered at her neck, fingers brushing warm skin. βNow you look halfway decent.β
Neither of them moved.
Enidβs eyes flicked down to Wednesdayβs lips, then back up. βThaβ¦β
βAm I interrupting something?β Yoko set her tray down with a loud clack and slid into the seat across from them, wearing a cheeky smirk.
Wednesday schooled her expression into perfect neutrality and slowly released her hold. βNegative. I was merely teaching Enid the basics of self-care.β
βOh, I bet she knows plenty about self-careβ¦β Yoko murmured, taking a sip from her blood bag as Enidβs cheeks flushed a deep, mortified pink.
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Enid Sinclair was supposed to spend Saturday preparing for the Metropolitan Museum of Artβs annual gala. Instead, she gets assigned to babysit a damaged sixteenth-century figurine and wait for a restoration specialist. The specialist arrives on a motorcycle, and unfortunately, Dr. Wednesday Addams is almost as strange as the artifact.
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Fleas
It took Wednesday several months to find her werewolf roommate in the outskirts of Paris.
She was fully wolfed out and needed coaxing back to human form.
Wednesday never gave up on her, no matter the sleepless nights and bites, she was determined to bring her back and one night she finally did.
Enid had been human for less than forty-eight hours and was readjusting to bipedal life with a twist.
She was no longer as dangerous as she was 2 nights before but she held some of her wolfish characteristics, like the scratchingβ¦
She stood under the big oak near the Seine, while Wednesday was talking to her uncle. She was about to sit and lift one leg slightly to scratch behind her ear, before remembering human knees didnβt bend that way.
With a huff she settled for jamming her freshly manicured nails under the collar of her jacket and going at it with wolfish enthusiasm, scritch-scritch-scritch, blonde hair with its pink and blue tips fell messily over one eye.
βEnid,β Wednesday said flatly, watching from where she stood, βAre you molting or possessed?β She narrowed her eyes, studying her, βPossibly bothβ¦β She said matter-of-factly.
Enid froze mid-scratch, ears perking. βItβs not my fault! I was a wolf for months, Willa. I wasβ¦wild. And now my skin feels all wrong and itchy andβ¦β She gave another aggressive little wiggle, one shoulder hiking up as she attacked the spot between her shoulder blades. βUgh, I swear there are phantom fleas. They followed me back as little biting ghosts.β
Wednesdayβs eyes shone with something dark and unreadable. She took a step closer in that eerie, silent way of hers. She was close enough that Enid could smell the faint trace of wet soil and coffee that always clung to her.
Without warning, Wednesday reached up and hooked two fingers under Enidβs chin, tilting her face to the side to inspect the reddened skin at her neck.
βYou are exhibiting residual lycanthropic grooming behaviors,β Wednesday observed, clinical as ever. βFascinating and repulsive. I find myself torn between documentation and immediate extermination.β
Enid whined, a soft wolfish sound that slipped out before she could stop it. βDonβt document me like some strange science experiment!β
A tiny, evil smirk tugged at the corner of Wednesdayβs mouth. She released Enidβs chin only to produce, from the depths of her black coat a thin black leather collar studded with tiny silver spikes. It even had a little silver tag that read, βProperty of Wednesday Addams. Do Not Pet.β
Enidβs eyes went wide. βIs thatβ¦a dog collar?β
βFlea collar, custom made. The bell was optional. I removed it. The sound would have driven me to homicide within the hour.β She replied casually.
Enid stared at it, then at Wednesday, cheeks flushing bright pink under the remaining traces of her wolfish flush. Slowly, a grin broke across her face, toothy, and entirely too pleased for someone being offered parasite control accessories. βYou made me a flea collar,β she said, voice going all soft and wobbly. βThatβs kindaβ¦thoughtful, Wends.β
Wednesday reached up and fastened it around Enidβs neck with precise, gentle fingers, adjusting it so the spikes framed her throat like a regular choker. βIt is a containment measure. If you continue to scratch like a mange-ridden stray in public, I will be forced to put you down.β
Enid leaned in and placed her forehead against Wednesdayβs, still smiling as a soft purr rumbled from her throat.
The itch, miraculously, seemed to settle under the cool weight of the collar. βThank you, Willa. For everything.β
Wednesday sighed, but her hand lingered at the nape of Enidβs neck, thumb brushing just under the leather in a slow, soothing circle. Neither of them pulling awayβ¦
βAh! I see you have our new Wolfie her collar!β Uncle Festerβs voice boomed cheerfully. βHate to be that guy but, weβve got a Hyde to catch and the trailβs running cold.β
Wednesday closed her eyes, exhaled, and stepped back βLead the way.β
She turned, leaving a now calm Enid wagging her metaphorical tail trailing behind her like a happy puppy.
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Fleas
It took Wednesday several months to find her werewolf roommate in the outskirts of Paris.
She was fully wolfed out and needed coaxing back to human form.
Wednesday never gave up on her, no matter the sleepless nights and bites, she was determined to bring her back and one night she finally did.
Enid had been human for less than forty-eight hours and was readjusting to bipedal life with a twist.
She was no longer as dangerous as she was 2 nights before but she held some of her wolfish characteristics, like the scratchingβ¦
She stood under the big oak near the Seine, while Wednesday was talking to her uncle. She was about to sit and lift one leg slightly to scratch behind her ear, before remembering human knees didnβt bend that way.
With a huff she settled for jamming her freshly manicured nails under the collar of her jacket and going at it with wolfish enthusiasm, scritch-scritch-scritch, blonde hair with its pink and blue tips fell messily over one eye.
βEnid,β Wednesday said flatly, watching from where she stood, βAre you molting or possessed?β She narrowed her eyes, studying her, βPossibly bothβ¦β She said matter-of-factly.
Enid froze mid-scratch, ears perking. βItβs not my fault! I was a wolf for months, Willa. I wasβ¦wild. And now my skin feels all wrong and itchy andβ¦β She gave another aggressive little wiggle, one shoulder hiking up as she attacked the spot between her shoulder blades. βUgh, I swear there are phantom fleas. They followed me back as little biting ghosts.β
Wednesdayβs eyes shone with something dark and unreadable. She took a step closer in that eerie, silent way of hers. She was close enough that Enid could smell the faint trace of wet soil and coffee that always clung to her.
Without warning, Wednesday reached up and hooked two fingers under Enidβs chin, tilting her face to the side to inspect the reddened skin at her neck.
βYou are exhibiting residual lycanthropic grooming behaviors,β Wednesday observed, clinical as ever. βFascinating and repulsive. I find myself torn between documentation and immediate extermination.β
Enid whined, a soft wolfish sound that slipped out before she could stop it. βDonβt document me like some strange science experiment!β
A tiny, evil smirk tugged at the corner of Wednesdayβs mouth. She released Enidβs chin only to produce, from the depths of her black coat a thin black leather collar studded with tiny silver spikes. It even had a little silver tag that read, βProperty of Wednesday Addams. Do Not Pet.β
Enidβs eyes went wide. βIs thatβ¦a dog collar?β
βFlea collar, custom made. The bell was optional. I removed it. The sound would have driven me to homicide within the hour.β She replied casually.
Enid stared at it, then at Wednesday, cheeks flushing bright pink under the remaining traces of her wolfish flush. Slowly, a grin broke across her face, toothy, and entirely too pleased for someone being offered parasite control accessories. βYou made me a flea collar,β she said, voice going all soft and wobbly. βThatβs kindaβ¦thoughtful, Wends.β
Wednesday reached up and fastened it around Enidβs neck with precise, gentle fingers, adjusting it so the spikes framed her throat like a regular choker. βIt is a containment measure. If you continue to scratch like a mange-ridden stray in public, I will be forced to put you down.β
Enid leaned in and placed her forehead against Wednesdayβs, still smiling as a soft purr rumbled from her throat.
The itch, miraculously, seemed to settle under the cool weight of the collar. βThank you, Willa. For everything.β
Wednesday sighed, but her hand lingered at the nape of Enidβs neck, thumb brushing just under the leather in a slow, soothing circle. Neither of them pulling awayβ¦
βAh! I see you have our new Wolfie her collar!β Uncle Festerβs voice boomed cheerfully. βHate to be that guy but, weβve got a Hyde to catch and the trailβs running cold.β
Wednesday closed her eyes, exhaled, and stepped back βLead the way.β
She turned, leaving a now calm Enid wagging her metaphorical tail trailing behind her like a happy puppy.

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Think I'm gonna kill myself 'Cause a little suicide Stick around for a couple of days What a scandal if I died Yeah, I'm gonna kill myself Get a little headline news I'd like to see what the papers say On the state of teenage blues
Hey, I donβt know who you are, but if this is about how youβre feeling right now, Iβm glad you reached out instead of staying alone with it.
If youβre thinking about hurting yourself, please talk to someone you trust or contact a crisis service in your area right now. You matter more than you might believe at this moment.
You donβt have to tell me who you are, but are you safe right now?
Just a thought:
After finally transforming back into a human, Enid finds herself plagued by a strange sense of loss she canβt explain.
Her memories are fragmented, incomplete and slip through her fingers whenever she tries to grasp them. Yet despite forgetting so much, someone remainsβ¦
Her subconscious love for Wednesday is so deeply ingrained that while her mind canβt fully remember her, her soul remembers the feeling of her.
The problem is that what Enidβs body remembers most vividly is the feeling of Wednesday body and soul during the body swap.
So, without realizing it, she begins adopting darker clothes, sharper habits, and a more reserved personality. She tells herself it feels right, unaware that she is unconsciously clinging to the last piece of Wednesday she still has.
Little by little, Enid becomes a reflection of the girl she canβt remember.
The tunnel at the end of her own light.
And when Wednesday finally finds her, in an ironic twist, the girl who once brought darkness into Enidβs life becomes the one who restores her light.
Piece by piece, Wednesday pulls Enidβs memories back to the surface, helping her remember who she was before the loss, before the confusion, before she began searching for someone she couldnβt name.
In the end, Enid discovered that she had been missing a whole part of herself. A part that she could once again fully be now that she had Wednesday back at her side.
IT'S FINISHED GUYS!!
PART 1 BECAUSE I CAN'T POST ALL 35 PAGES IN ONE GO BUT DON'T WORRY I'LL REBLOG THE NEXT PARTS IMMEDIATELY!!
I'm so glad that after so long I finally managed to finish this freaking comic T^T I CAN Finally MOVE ON TO OTHER STUFF WOOHOO
Some things I've noticed while making this: I need to be sure of the pacing before I start cleaning up anything, I think that was definitely my biggest struggle, also I think my consistency is not the best (character wise) so I'll do some digging into that too.
If I could change anything as of now it'd be the corny and cringy dialogue⦠ANYWAY.
Overall this was a fun project! And also the biggest fancomic I've ever made! Thank you for your patience<3
Have a fun read!
PART 2!!
PART 3!!
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST PART 4!!!
Illustrations for Chapter 10 of Unit B13 YIPPEE!!
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Wenclair Park Ranger Part Twenty Three
Enid and Wednesday wait at the bottom of the stairs on the main floor as Divina makes her way down
Divina: Is the lab prepped?
Wednesday: I sent Agnes ahead to prepare
Divina: Alright then let's get to it
Enid: What should I do?
Wednesday: . . . right, after what happened outside, suffice to say it will not be getting less graphic from here
Enid: *turns slightly green* oh