Wednesday Addams getting soft for someone? // Wednesday x Female Y/n

Episode 1: Wednesday's Child is Full of Woe

Nancy Reagan High School was your typical
average high school, filled with typical average
classes, typical average teachers, and typical
average students.

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Well, except for one.

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One 15 year old-girl stood out immensely from
the rest of the crowd. She had black hair, black eyes, and pale skin. She wore black pants, and a white collared shirt with a black long sleeved sweater over it. Her face held a cold, blank expression as her black dress shoes clicked against the tiled floor of the hallway she was walking down.

All the kids who saw her coming, moved out of
her way, and she blankly looked around at her fellow enemy's.

"I'm not sure whose twisted idea it was
to put hundreds of adolescents in
underfunded schools.."

She glanced at a group of girls who gave her
judgmental looks.

"...run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago.."

The girl glanced at some worn down teachers
who also gave her weird looks.

"...but I admire the sadism."

The school bell rang, and the girl noticed some
jocks laughing and snickering as they walked
away from a locker. She approached the locker
and noticed how it had rude words and drawings on it.

She opened it, and a young boy in black shorts,
and a white and black striped shirt fell out of
the locker and onto the floor. He had been tied
up, and had an apple shoved in his mouth.

Wednesday's face didn't falter as she knelt down and pulled the apple out of the kid's mouth.

"I want names." She demanded.

"I don't know who they were, honest. It all
happened so fast." The younger one whimpered.

"Pugsley, emotion equals weakness. Pull
yourself together." Wednesday ordered as she untied him. Pugsley kept whimpering. "Now."

She grabbed Pugsley's hands, and suddenly her
head flew back, and she was hit by a vision.

...

The jocks all laughed at Pugsley and mocked
him as they held his arms and tied him up.

"You scared, kid? Scared?"

They shoved him in the locker and stuck an
apple in his mouth, before laughing and
shutting the door.

...

Wednesday's head jerked forward, and Pugsley
looked up at her concerned. "You okay?" He
asked.

"I'm not about to confess to my brother
that I've recently been plagued by
visions. They come on without warning,
and feel like electroshock therapy, but
without the satisfying after-burn."

She looked down at her brother and stood up.
"Leave this to me." She said.

"Wednesday? What are you gonna do?" Pugsley
asked.