𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲
❝ somehow my dead
black heart beats for you ❞
──── 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Solomon Addams causes havoc and is transferred to Nevermore Academy with her twin sister Wednesday Addams. Nothing is as it seems, ever...
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As we attended the funeral for one Mayor Walker, I couldn't help but think about the monster standing innocently among us. I couldn't help but think, well played, well played indeed. Wednesday and I were so close, and the killer was watching us.
Everyone sported black clothes, and Wednesday and I stood shoulder to shoulder with Xavier and Dorian behind us, with black umbrellas shielding us from the rain.
We watched silently as everyone left and placed roses on the casket, then Wednesday stared off into the forest at a covered figure. We watched as the figure dashed off into the woods making Wednesday make chase. I sighed at the boys as they watched us with furrowed brows, "I'll be back," I said quickly as I rushed off after Wednesday,
Running after Wednesday was a habit now, one I wasn't liking. When I got there, I saw a familiar person and Wednesday smiling the biggest smile I'd seen for a while.
"Still as sharp as ever, my pig-tailed protégé." He said with a smirk.
"Uncle Fester!" we called out in sync, smiling. We haven't seen him in so long.
We returned to the school, and Wednesday asked, "How long have you been stalking us?"Fester chortled and answered, "Just blew into town this morning and was hit by a wave of nostalgia."
"Dad said you didn't go to Nevermore," I said, confused, while Fester said, "I didn't. Your dad got all the brains. But I used to drop in on him. Usually from the ceiling with a dagger clutched between my teeth. Just to keep him on his toes."
"Of course," Wednesday said as I nodded to his sage-like words.
"He filled me in on what's been going on. Monsters, murder, mayhem. What fun! I told him I had a job in Boston, but I'd be checking up on you." Fester spoke with his usual chortle and mannerisms.
"What kind of job?" I asked excitedly. Fester was the adventurous one in the family, always on an elaborate plan where mischief was key.
He looked down at me with a knowing smile, "The kind that means I need somewhere to lay low for a couple days." He answered as we walked up to a familiar spot, Eugene's precious bee spot. "This place belongs to a friend."
"You've actually made a friend. That poor kid will be going home in a body bag."
I shared a glance with Wednesday while Fester tried eating some bees, "Oh! I like a hideout that comes with snacks."
