#danny drabble

 “I’d rather burn myself alive.” Wednesday turned back to her typewriter while Enid pouted. The blonde roommate hopped off her bed and crossed the room to Wednesday’s side. 

 “Oh come on, Wednesday, please? Just one photo and I’ll leave you alone to type, I promise.” Enid pleaded with her eyes while Wednesday glared at her venomously. 

 “Fine.” Wednesday said with finality. Enid squeaked with glee as she got her camera ready. 

 “Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Okay, 3, 2, 1, smile!” Enid smiled wide and struck up a peace sign while Wednesday stared daggers into the camera lens. The camera flashed the two girls; Enid jumping happily when the picture was taken. 

 “Aaaah I’m so excited! A picture with my roomy-” Enid inspected the photo. Enid looked happy as can be, while Wednesday looked like she was attending a funeral. “Wednesday, you didn’t smile. You look like someone ran over your dog.” Wednesday brightened at that comment. 

 “Sounds like I look quite joyful in the picture, then.” Enid huffed and readied her camera again. 

 “Can we take another photo with you smiling in this one? I want a happy picture. Please?” Enid asked. Wednesday’s eyes grew clouds in the irises. 

 “The only time I’ve smiled in a photo was when I witnessed my neighbor getting hung in his backyard during a family portrait. I don’t smile in photos when I’m prompted.” Wednesday declared. Enid rolled her eyes and knelt by Wednesday’s side as she turned back to her typewriter once more. 

 “Well, is there something that makes you smile that I can capture in the photo? Can I show you a picture of a dead body and it’ll make you laugh?” Wednesday huffed out of exasperation and turned to Enid. 

 “That won’t make me laugh, it’ll make me want to cut it open. I gave you the photo you wanted and you promised me peace.” 

 “But you’re not smiling in it! I wanted the both of us smiling in the photo. Thing, back me up here?” A stitched hand perked up on the desk, alerting the two girls. The sentient hand thought for a moment, and tapped on the desk to communicate to Wednesday. 

 “Mmm, tempting. But a fresh cadaver wouldn’t be enough to make me smile for a photo.” Wednesday responded to Thing’s offer. The hand thought again and tapped on the desk to communicate to Enid. 

 “Ah, no, I can’t give her a student to experiment on. The principal said no more kidnapping.” Enid shrugged while Thing was thinking up one last desperate move. Thing started skittering across the desk and plopped in Wednesday’s lap. The hand crawled up Wednesday’s side and started squeezing into the divet. 

 “Thing, what are you up to- eek!” Wednesday squeaked and bit her lips to hold in her impulsive laughter. Her pigtails flew forward as she lurched in her chair; pulling on Thing’s hand to rip it away. Enid brightened the whole room with her sudden excitement to the situation. 

 “O. M. G!! Wednesday Addams is ticklish! This is officially the best day ever! I can’t believe such a Debby Downer like you could be so giggly!” Enid got on her knees and started scribbling up and down Wednesday’s other side, the two different tickling tactics not helping Wednesday in her fight to not release her laughter. 

 “I’m gonna tell everyone about this! Bianca is gonna FLIP when she finds out! And I’m sure Xavier would like to know too, after all those times you hurt his feelings on accident. And Eugene would like to know too- hey, all those times the bees crawled on you through your bee suit, did it tickle?” Enid’s insistent talking covered up the struggling sounds of Wednesday bucking in her seat. She tried fending off Thing while elbowing Enid’s arms, but Enid was quite resilient, seeing as she was a werewolf. 

 “Thing, how long have you known about this and not told me? Besties are supposed to tell each other everything- even though I didn’t tell you I’m ticklish too. I guess it just didn’t come up in conversation? Oh well, I’m definitely gonna be talking about this for the rest of the day!~” Enid smiled wide as she moved both her tickling hands up and down Wednesday’s side. Wednesday’s eyes squeezed shut. She tried to control her breathing to calm her nerves, but an unexpected pinch in her armpit from Thing interrupted that quickly. Wednesday usually did well with torture, but this was not the pleasurable kind. 

 “Where else are you ticklish? I wanna make you Laugh Out Loud for this picture- it’ll be so cute!” Enid unsheathed her wolf’s claws and started tingling them over Wednesday’s thigh. The light tickling made Wednesday squeak in her throat and slapped Enid’s hand away. 

 “Oh! You like that spot! Thing, help me out!” Thing crawled up Wednesday’s arm and skittered across her shoulders to pin her wrist down to the table. Wednesday had a small moment to catch her breath and compose herself. 

 “I want you to know that I am incredibly skilled in over 46 torture techniques and I have access to over 100 torture devices. You’ll be subjected to all of them when this is over.” Wednesday promised Enid, although her composure had clearly slipped for a moment. Enid gulped at the idea, but ultimately shrugged at it. 

 “I guess that means that I’ll have to do this to you forever so that’ll never happen!” Enid started scribbling into Wednesday’s side and now a small window of her armpit that opened. Enid jumping back into the tickling so suddenly caught Wednesday by surprise. Wednesday started giggling and tried to fend Enid off with her other hand. 

 “Awww, your laugh is so cute and bubbly! I could listen to it all day! If I recorded it would you be mad at me?” Wednesday narrowed her eyes in her giggles as she responded. 

 “I’d tuhurn yohour spihihine into a spihihice rahack-” Wednesday snickered and tried to bring up her knee to turn into a ball, but Enid skittered her fingers over Wednesday’s thigh to prevent that. 

 “Oooh, someone’s getting into the decorative spirit. But I’ll take the hint. I love how you’re so ticklish, it’s a total contrast to your personality. The psychopath sociopath murderer is soooo ticklish and cute! I’m posting this on my story.” Enid scribbled her fingers all over Wednesday to get a final point in, and then retracted her claws. 

 “Okay Thing, you can let her go now. That should be enough for a photo, don’t you think?” Thing nodded as Enid picked up her camera again, and snapped a photo of the two girls. Enid struck the same pose as before, while Wednesday looked into the camera with a light smile and tinged pink cheeks. 

 “Oh this is TOTES adorbs! I’m posting this everywhere.” Enid looked back to Wednesday, calming down from her small tickle attack. She was rubbing her wrist where Thing was holding it down. Enid placed a comforting hand on her back. 

 “Thanks, Wednesday. You’re my first roomy and my current bestie, so I wanted to save the memory. I’ll only put up the photo if you want me too.” Wednesday looked to Enid, her calculating stare already back on her face. 

 “Put it up, but if anyone sees that photo it’ll be the last thing they lay eyes on.” Enid pursed her lips and nodded once, and got off the floor to print the picture. 

 “You know, now that I know that you’re so adoooorably ticklish, your threats aren’t too scary anymore. Isn’t that weird?”