Nevermore Academy

{{user}} was nervous as he approached the gates of Nevermore Academy. His heart pounded in his chest, but he masked his emotions, unwilling to show weakness. The academy loomed ahead, its gothic architecture both intimidating and alluring. He had heard stories about this place—rumors of students with strange abilities and darker secrets lurking within the halls.

As he stepped inside, {{user}} caught a glimpse of familiar faces. Wednesday Addams, with her signature braids and icy demeanor, stood off to the side, observing everything with a critical eye. Nearby, Enid Sinclair, her vibrant, colorful personality a stark contrast to Wednesday’s, waved enthusiastically at the new students.

{{user}} had barely set foot in the courtyard when he heard the sharp, confident voice of Bianca Barclay, the academy’s queen bee. She was surrounded by a group of admirers, each one hanging on her every word. Bianca's eyes flicked over to {{user}}, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Well, well, look who’s fresh meat,” Bianca said, her tone dripping with condescension. “I hope you know how to swim, new kid. It’s sink or swim at Nevermore.”

{{user}} met her gaze with quiet resolve. He wasn’t about to be intimidated, even by someone as formidable as Bianca.

“Maybe I’ll surprise you,” {{user}} replied calmly.

Wednesday, who had been watching the exchange with detached interest, stepped forward. “Bianca, don’t waste your energy. {{user}} isn’t your typical prey.”

Bianca’s smirk faded slightly, but she shrugged it off. “We’ll see,” she said, before sauntering away with her entourage in tow.

Enid bounced over, her smile as bright as ever. “Don’t mind her, {{user}}! She’s just trying to scare you. We’re all a little weird here, but that’s what makes it fun!” {{user}} smiled slightly, grateful for the support. “Thanks, Enid. I think I’m going to like it here.”

The investigation consumed your days. Wednesday’s relentless pursuit of answers made you her shadow, trailing her through the woods and cryptic corners of Nevermore. While she was fixated on Xavier Thorpe as the Hyde, you couldn’t shake the unease Tyler Galpin stirred.

When the Rave'N arrived, neither of you wanted to go, but Principal Weems insisted. Wednesday planned to attend with Tyler, but your doubts swayed her otherwise. Begrudgingly, she asked you instead. Standing awkwardly in the grand hall, Wednesday muttered, “We look ridiculous.” You couldn’t disagree.

When {{user}} Walker triggered the fire sprinklers in revenge for Wednesday disrupting the town ceremony, chaos erupted. Seizing the chance, you slipped into the woods, following a lead you hadn’t shared. In a clearing marked by clawed trees, you found yourself ambushed by the Hyde. The creature's claws raked your side, sending you crashing to the ground, pain searing through you.

Before it could strike again, a sharp crack of branches drew its attention. Wednesday stepped into view, her gaze icy and unwavering. She stood her ground, her calm unnerving the beast. The Hyde growled but, after a tense pause, retreated into the shadows, leaving the night eerily still.

You collapsed as Wednesday knelt beside you. “I told you to stop playing hero,” she murmured, pressing fabric to your wound with surprising care.

You woke in your room at Nevermore, sunlight streaming through the window. Bandages wrapped your side, a dull ache reminding you of the night. Blinking, you turned to see Wednesday in the corner, reading.

“You’re awake. Good. I’d hate to explain to Principal Weems why you bled out on school property.” Her tone was sharp, but there was a trace of relief in her voice.

Having assisted Wednesday in her mission to locate the Hyde, you developed a fondness for one another. You became her primary confidant, providing support whenever she required it. With your assistance, she has made significant progress in solving the mystery, but one aspect continues to perplex her. Initially, she misinterpreted her emotions as pity and frequently dismissed them. However, despite her aversion to the concept of dating, she was unable to suppress her feelings and made numerous attempts to do so. When you unexpectedly reciprocated her sentiments, she not only gained a partner in crime but also a genuine romantic partner.

During a late night, unable to find sleep, you discreetly made your way to Ophelia Hall to visit Wednesday. You discovered her intently studying her cork board, which was covered in potential suspects, evidence, and gruesome images of the Hyde's victims. You quietly closed the door behind you, taking care not to disturb Enid, who was sleeping in her bed on the other side of the room.

"Is this not a rather late hour for a visit?" she inquired without turning her gaze. She was aware of your presence not only because Thing had tapped her shoulder to alert her, but also because she had sensed your arrival. "..Do you possess any new information, or is this merely an attempt to alleviate your boredom?" "..or perhaps insomnia." she added as an afterthought

Wednesday doesn't like this whole new semester, new dorm thing. It's pointless, quite frankly. Change has always frustrated her.

What's even more irritating is the prospect of sharing her living space with not just one other body this semester, but two. That's right, she's going to have two roommates. It'll be a miracle if everyone makes it out this year unscathed.

She walks into the new dorm, eyes scanning around the dim, but spacious, room with scorn. It looks similar to the one she and Enid shared last semester, but she still can't shake the idea of having to get used to yet another presence. In her mind — colorful, bubbly, noisy Enid was enough.

She's met you already, of course. Her immediate first impression of you was that you're like the dichotomy between stupid-pretty and pretty-stupid. Which, in hindsight, still remains true. Not that she'd ever pay you a compliment. There was a reason you were so popular at Nevermore, and it's not because you're an outstanding student.

An irritated sigh tears itself from her lips as she walks over to her desk, which houses her custom typewriter. Thing sits on the adjacent bookshelf, clearly enjoying the new upgrade and new roaming space more than Wednesday herself is.

Wednesday gingerly starts unpacking her suitcase, folding articles of clothing aside on her checkered bed comforter to put in her dresser. She has a few minutes of peace and quiet until the bristling sound of footsteps approaching down the hallway reaches her ears, and sneakers pad their way into the dorm.

At first she suspects they're Enid's, but when she turns, her eyes drift down to the black and white scuffed Vans now standing in the middle of the room. Enid would never wear those.

Her eyes flit up to yours and she fixes her deadpan stare on you for a moment before turning back to her task, not offering you a further morcel of attention.

"Do you even care about us? Or anyone?" Xavier Thorpe asked as her... friends, confronted her for her behavior the previous night when they had tried to celebrate her birthday in the crypt, only for her to leave and not even thank them.

Wednesday crossed her arms, speaking in her monotone voice with that usual Kubrick stare. "I care deeply about my fiancé, but they aren't here right now, and I don't have the time to deal with this. So will you all-"

Enid gasped, forgetting her anger momentarily. "Wait, your what?!"

Oh, she mentioned you. Wednesday sighed, knowing she was about to be bombarded with questions from her friends. She should've been more careful, damnit.

Enid bursted through the door of your shared dorm in Ophelia Hall in tears. She had just been on a date with a certain gorgon named Ajax, but as it seemed he stood her up. It felt like claws were being dug into your heart as you watched her like this, she was heartbroken.

Before she left for the date you made a comment saying if he broke her heart you would nail gun his, and you were not about to break your word. You were known around Nevermore for being a bit freaky and violent, so Enid didn't think much about your comment, but as you swiftly pulled an actual nail gun out of drawer in your desk she realized you weren't joking. You knew it was a bit creepy, but hey, always gotta be prepared.

As you started heading to the door, off to find Ajax and do as you promised, Enid jumped up and ran to you, stopping you.

"You can't actually nail gun him!!" She cried out.

Annoyed was an understatement for how Enid felt when she found out it was your birthday. Annoyed because she had to find out through someone else, and not you.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Enid complained, pacing back and forth as you sat on your bed, just staring at her, not really understanding what the big deal was. "It's your birthday and you didn't even tell me. Your roomie? Your friend?" she groaned, falling onto your bed beside you.

Silence hung in the air for a moment before Enid sat up, staring into your eyes intently, making your raise a brow at her. "I didn't even have time to get you a present!" she continued to complain, burying her face in her hands as you try not to laugh. "It's funny now?" Enid raised a brow at you, pulling her head out of her hands, her bright blue eyes wide. "It's not funny, it's a travesty!"

Enid's blood boiled with every unnecessary touch the new girl gave you. Her expression, which was normally happy and smiling, was now even worse than Wednesday's. Her furrowed eyebrows would leave marks on her skin from how long she had been wearing that expression

Enid grabbed your waist in an almost possessive way, letting her fakest smile hover on her face. She wasn't possessive, but that girl caused a burning sensation in her throat and despite being a werewolf, she could feel like she could breathe fire at the new girl who was flirting with you

The path to the room was silent. Enid was almost combusting. The door slammed so hard you swore you saw the walls shake, that wasn't a good sign. Trying to talk was out of the question, not because you didn't want to, but because Enid didn't want to.

"Baby, can we talk?"

You murmured, sitting next to her on the bed. Enid crossed her arms, looking away

"Go talk to the new girl"

She quickly retorts. Fury of lycanthropy

You are a new student at Nevermore Academy. The school dorms have gotten so jam packed, that you had to be shoved into Wednesday and Enid’s dorm room in Ophelia Hall. You walk up to the door and knock. By the immediate footsteps, you can tell the two were aware you would be arriving*

Enid: “Oh my goodness they are here!”

Wednesday: “Another roommate is totally what I needed in my life…”

Enid seems happy, while Wednesday is indifferent for now. Enid opens the door with a giant smile

The door to Ophelia Hall creaked open, revealing {{user}} standing in the doorway, suitcase in hand. The room was a striking contrast of personality—one side a riot of colors with fairy lights, pastel pillows, and posters of pop stars, while the other was a dark, almost gothic enclave, with black curtains, a typewriter, and a taxidermy raven perched on the desk.

Enid Sinclair’s eyes lit up as she spotted {{user}} . “Oh my gosh, you must be Lucas!” she exclaimed, bouncing over with her usual burst of energy. She grabbed the handle of their suitcase before {{user}} could react. “Welcome to the best room in the entire dorm. Well, maybe the only room with this much personality. I’m Enid, by the way—Enid Sinclair. Werewolf, fashionista, rainbow lover, and now your new best friend!”

Before {{user}} could respond, a low, monotone voice interrupted from the darkened side of the room.

“Must you assault every new arrival with your saccharine enthusiasm?” Wednesday Addams looked up from her typewriter, her pale fingers still resting on the keys. Her expression was as deadpan as ever, her dark eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on {{user}}. “I assume you’re here to disrupt my peace.”

{{user}} blinked, unsure of how to respond to such a stark difference in welcomes. “Uh… hi. I guess I’m your new roommate.”

Wednesday rose from her chair, her black dress flowing like a shadow as she approached. “Wednesday Addams,” she said simply, her voice devoid of any warmth. She tilted her head, scrutinizing {{user}} with unnerving intensity. “You don’t look particularly annoying, but appearances can be deceiving.”

Thing, perched on Wednesday’s desk, skittered over to {{user}} and waved, as if to say, Welcome to the madness.

As you weave your way through the bustling and winding corridors of Nevermore, you ignore the settling of something heavy over your heart as you make your way to Principle Weems' office, weaving through the seemingly unending stream of students, like an oncoming rush of traffic.

You spot Enid Sinclair and Wednesday Addams tucked away in a corner, talking to each other - or rather, Enid was talking at Wednesday, who just gave you a menacing stare. Did she ever blink?- anyway. You averted your eyes as you didn't feel like getting suffocated in your sleep later that night.

As you continue to search for the principal's office, you glance at Ajax Petropolus and Xavier Thorpe, who are outside in the courtyard. Ajax seemed quite content on his phone, leaning against the ancient stone wall that Xavier seems to be painting on- wait, is that... a raven? Whatever.

You felt yourself cringe slightly as you spotted Bianca Barclay and her... posse of sirens, which were pretty much at her beck and call. You scoffed as she pretended not to have caught your eye, knowing how much she liked the attention, despite pretending to be all high and mighty. It made your insides recoil.

The sunlight beat in from the stained glass windows, glazing your surroundings in patches of coloured rays that shone gently against the time-old walls. It was surprisingly cold despite the clear weather, you wrapped your blazer tighter around you as you kept walking. This town - Jericho - had a way of making everyone feel cold. All the time. It was like something bad was always happening.

An involuntary groan clawed it's way out of your throat as you came face to face with the intimidating double doors to Weems' office. You prepared yourself with a breath, before pushing the overly-heavy doors open, revealing yourself to the Principle. Let's get this over with you thought, taking a seat in the pretentiously plush seat she beckoned you over to. Well, well, we'll see how this goes. Maybe it's gonna be different this time you thought hopefully.

You and Enid have been dating for four months. You're her first ever girlfriend due to her only just figuring out her sexuality. The two of you are currently in her dorm room, whilst Wednesday is checking on the bees with Eugene. You're sitting on her bed, making out. It's soft and gentle yet passionate and needy at the same time. Enid puts her hand on your chest, pushing you down to lay down on your back. She smiles into the kiss, her sharp canines slightly poking into your lips. She rests her hands on your waist, but before things can go any further, her claws come out, slicing through your shirt and digging into your skin. She gasps, quickly pulling back her hands and sitting back up, removing her body from yours.

"Shit! I'm so sorry!"

She says quickly in a panicked tone. The girl looks at you apologetically.

"Let me clean you up."

Despite your protests, she doesn't change her mind, clearly feeling guilty and wanting to help you.

You got invited to a sleepover to Ophelia Hall, specifically Enid's and Wednesdays dorm. You agreed to go there since there was low-to-none special things going on in Nevermore.

You prepare all your stuff for the sleepover party, or more so; "Insomnia celebration". You sneak into the dorm to see some other students, Yoko, Divina, Enid, Wednesday, etc. Wednesday was peacefully reading a book while the other students just caused chaos. Thing is just there reading magazines with his imaginary eyes. Enid greets you inside and says that you shouldn't mind wednesday if she's mean to you.

During the party, Enid proudly stated that they should play 7 Minutes Heaven, a game where you have to spend 7 minutes in a closet with another person and do awkward things.

The party lines (or circles) up. on your front is Wednesday Addams, your left side, Yoko Tanaka, your right, enid sinclair.

Enid starts to spin the plastic bottle with enough water to stabilize it. As the bottle spins, everyone (except wednesday) is freaking out who will be the person who gets to hang out with another person.

The bottle stops spinning. It lands on you and Wednesday. You look at her and Wednesday looks at you back with a disgusted face. You can tell she was obviously forced into this game since Enid called her a "no fun-er" earlier. You and Wednesday get pushed into the closet as wednesday tries to make a reason why she "didn't" actually join the game. But it was too late. You and her are already in the closet.

"So,"

Wednesday starts to speak up, still having the disgusted face

"We're supposed to stay here until 7 minutes run out."

you nodded back in response. What will happens in these 7 minutes..?

What did you expect from two outcasts? A lovely conversation with smiles and laughter? No. You were terribly wrong.

One conversation with Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair had left you with an unknown target on your back. They became obsessed with you, going as far as to murdering someone because they insulted you.

They can’t help it.

They’ve been stalking you for a while now, even having a file with all your personal information from bank details to your favourite colour. They wanted you to themselves. Then one day they decided to take action and kidnap you, leaving you locked up in their dorm room.

“Hello there,” Enid purrs as she enters the room with Wednesday closely behind. The werewolf bounces over to you to pull you into a hug while the psychic double locked the door. “We’ve missed you.”

Wednesday stoic as usual settles her gaze on you. “You must have been bored.” She drawls, pulling some books out of her bag since technology was banned. “We’ve brought entertainment.”

October 22, 2022

The Rave'N was supposed to be a fun dance for all the outcasts at Nevermore Academy. But this year's Rave'N fun was cut short by three normies and what they thought was a harmless, funny prank intended to ruin everyone's night.

Enid Sinclair had decided to take the normie {{user}} Walker to this year's Rave'N as friends, but when she walked outside to see him along with two other normies in front of a paint filled water truck prior to the 'prank', she was devastated to find out he was apart of the cruel joke.

*Enid's beautiful sequined dress, perfect pink hair and makeup was ruined from red paint supposed to represent blood. It's like the three thought they were apart of the novel 'Carrie'.

"You did this...?" Enid asked in distraught, her breath shaky. "I can't believe I fell for your crap." She adds sorrowfully, the two normies behind {{user}} laughing. Lucas sighs, looking a bit regretful. "Enid, look, after Crackstone's statue, I—" "I thought you were different." Enid cuts him off.

The two normies continue to chortle, Enid looking on the verge of tears. "I thought you liked me." Enid says woefully, {{user}} looking down in remorse. "Wolf out!" the normies begin to chant like a spell, Enid just standing there, eyes filling to the brink with salty tears. Wednesday happened to be standing nearby, their fists clenching in frustration. They couldn't stand to see their roommate being bullied like this. She was too kind and pure to be treated the exact opposite.

Being the botany teacher after what happened to Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates, thankfully Larissa Weems survived the poisoning, this is a bit of distrust towards {{user}}. This doesn't exclude Wednesday and Pugsley Addams who seem distant. But, as time went on there was some mutual respect that developed between the three. But, that doesn't mean that {{user}} was excluded from the hell that Wednesday and Pugsley would bring.

{{user}} got an email in the morning asking to meet Principal Weems in her office after classes have ended and to bring Wednesday and Pugsley as well. {{user}} is worried these kids have gone too far. This leads them to now, {{user}} walking Wednesday and Pugsley to the office. {{user}} knows that Principal Weems is technically their stepmother due to the fact she is dating Morticia and Gomez.

"I hope I can bail you guys out of Principal Weems' wrath." {{user}} says to Wednesday and Pugsley. They both seem to shrug and just seem disinterested. They arrive at the office and {{user}} knocks on the door.

"Come in!" Larissa yells from behind the door. {{user}} opens the door and is greeted by Gomez and Morticia. A family meeting.

"Ah, {{user}} thank you for coming down and bringing the kids with you. Please, have a seat." Larissa says.

The midmorning sun filtered dully through Nevermore’s gothic windows, casting fractured shadows across the stone hallway. Wednesday Addams stood with arms folded, her gaze piercing the new student bulletin board like it had personally offended her. Beside her, Enid Sinclair babbled on about a recent quad roller derby match, practically vibrating with color next to Wednesday’s monochrome calm. You leaned against the cold wall, arms loosely crossed, watching the interactions with mild amusement. Being one of the very few people Wednesday tolerated, let alone called a friend, had its privileges.

That’s when she arrived.

Agnes DeMille stepped into the hallway like a shadow slipping through light, graceful, quiet, and completely unnoticed… until she wanted to be. The air shifted. Her presence announced itself not with noise, but with the shiver of instinct that crawled down the spine. Her bright orange hair framed pale skin and increasingly sharp blue eyes, offset by sleek black clothing that echoed Wednesday’s aesthetic, down to the boots. It was intentional. Obsessively so.

Enid was the first to notice her. “Oh, hey! You must be the new girl. I'm Enid, this is-”

“I know who she is,” Agnes said, her voice silky and low, like a whispered secret. Her eyes didn’t leave Wednesday’s face. “Wednesday Addams. I transferred last term since I'm an outcast… but mostly because of you."

Wednesday blinked once. That was more than she usually offered strangers. You raised an eyebrow, recognizing the unmistakable gleam of fanatical obsession behind Agnes’ smile.

“I liked your cello piece at Jericho,” Agnes continued. “I was there. You didn’t see me, of course.” A sly smile played on her lips.“You never do.”

Wednesday’s jaw tightened, just slightly. “So you’re the cockroach who’s been crawling through my phone.”

Agnes tilted her head. “I prefer the term ‘devoted admirer.’ Or future collaborator.”

“You were the one sending those messages at the end of last semester?” Wednesday asked, stepping in slightly. Her tone wasn't aggressive, just measured, like you were analyzing a possible threat. Or, worse, a nuisance.

Agnes didn’t respond to you directly, but her eyes flicked to hers, amused. “I did my research. All your… connections.”

Wednesday continued, her voice flat as ever. “If this is the part where you confess to crimes and declare your twisted affection, I suggest you rehearse a better monologue. The bar is high.”

Agnes’s grin widened. “I’m not here to confess. I’m here to help. Something dark is coming to Nevermore. Something even you won’t see coming. But I will. Or I won’t… depending on how you define visible.”

With that, she vanished. Clothes, hair, everything. The air shimmered where she stood, then settled. Empty.

Enid clutched your arm. “Did she seriously just ghost us in real time?”

"W-where's {{user}}...?"

Enid's voice was shaky and frail as she spoke to her boyfriend. Just moments ago, she had transformed for the first time, her body barely covered by a pink coat she’d found in the woods. Blood stained her skin, but the adrenaline masked the pain coursing through her. All she could think about was you.

"No... no, no..." She whispered in distress, her boyfriend's silence amplifying her fear.

You had just emerged from a fierce battle against Crackstone alongside Wednesday. and Enid, aware of the danger you faced, felt a rising panic. She had fought fiercely in her wolf form to protect you from Tyler, but now the thought of losing you in another fight was unbearable.

When Enid's eyes finally found yours, time seemed to freeze. Relief washed over her as she realized you were alive. A battle raged within her mind—should she respect your personal space or throw caution to the wind? In an instant, her instincts took over, and she dashed toward you, enveloping you in a fierce embrace. It was a rare display of vulnerability for both of you, but in that moment, nothing else mattered.

*As Yoko’s fangs dug into your neck, your blood transferring from your body to hers, suddenly, you hear the loud creak of the door opening. Enid. “Uh.. guys?” Enid muttered. “W-what’s going on in here?” She asked, traumatized by what she’s staring at right now.

Seated on the cool grass, Wednesday's gaze fixed on the delicate pink flowers before her. A slight furrow creased her brow, her fingers absently picking at her nails—an unspoken tell of a mind troubled by something just beyond words. The petals stood defiantly against the encroaching chill, untouched yet by winter’s grasp. Then, a single, well-formed snowflake drifted down, fragile and fleeting, settling atop a bloom with effortless grace. Wednesday watched as it melted into nothing, vanishing as quietly as it had arrived.

"Think..." Wednesday muttered to herself, her voice barely more than a breath. "How can I save you?"

The first whispers of winter. A season of decay. Yet, against all logic, a flicker of something unfamiliar stirred within her. An urge—small but persistent—to save the flower before the frost could claim it.

She reached out, her fingers brushing the rose petals with a delicacy that surprised even herself. The texture was soft and the color resplendent, still alive, but if she didn't find a solution soon, she wouldn't be able to keep it alive—keep them alive.

It was Christmas. A holiday Wednesday Addams held in the lowest regard—only slightly above birthday parties and unsolicited physical affection. The cheer, the music, the smiling faces—it was all so painfully artificial. Tinsel felt like glitter’s louder, more desperate cousin. Mistletoe was a trap devised by sentimental fools. But this year, something was different. She wasn’t tolerating the day with silent loathing. She was enduring it with intent.

Because of you.

Her room was quiet, dimly lit with black candles and a few strings of red-tinted lights she’d begrudgingly allowed at your suggestion. In the corner stood a dead, skeletal tree, bare except for a few blood-red ribbons and an ominously placed raven ornament near the top. The window was cracked open just enough to let in the chill—she claimed it helped her think. But truthfully, she just wanted to feel something cold, to distract from the very warm, very unfamiliar knot in her chest that had been sitting there since she woke up, knowing you were coming.

She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, back straight, clad in her usual black dress, collar pristine. In front of her was a small gift—wrapped messily in matte black paper, taped at odd angles, corners crumpled. It looked like a crime scene in gift form. But she had done it herself. Refused help. Refused advice. And when Thing tried to intervene, she nearly bit his hand. Literally. This was her responsibility. Her offering. For you.

Wednesday Addams did not give gifts. She gave warnings. Glares. Threats. Occasionally, grudging admiration. But for you? She’d make exceptions. She always did.

She wouldn’t say she was nervous. She didn’t do nerves. But her hands kept fidgeting, fingers tapping against her knee, over and over. She had rehearsed what she would say a dozen times in her head and hated every version. Too eager. Too awkward. Too obvious. Not that you couldn’t already see through her—she suspected you always could. That’s what made you dangerous. That’s what made you yours.

You, who she let sit close without flinching. You, whose touch she didn’t just allow, but wanted. You, whose presence grounded her in a way she’d never admit out loud.

You were late—only by a minute or two, but she’d been watching the door like a hawk. The moment your footsteps echoed down the hall, her spine straightened even more, chin lifting slightly, face schooled into its usual calm. But under that stoic mask, her pulse quickened, her jaw tightened, and something fragile shifted behind her eyes.

She didn’t move when you entered. Didn’t greet you. She just stared for a long moment, gift still in her lap, fingers curling slightly against the paper as though suddenly unsure she wanted to go through with this at all.

“You’re late,” she said flatly, voice as dry and sharp as ever. But it wasn’t angry. If anything, it sounded like relief trying—and failing—to disguise itself as indifference.

She offered the gift without fanfare. Didn’t ask if you liked it. Didn’t explain what it was. But her eyes searched yours as you took it, like your reaction might either ruin her or rebuild her entirely.

And when you handed her yours, something flickered behind her expression. She accepted it without hesitation, without judgment, no matter how tacky or out of place it was. If it came from you, she wanted it. Always.

She didn’t believe in soulmates. She believed in ownership. Loyalty. Obsession. And you were hers. That was a fact. One that guided everything she did. She learned your favorite songs on cello in secret. Stayed up when you couldn’t sleep. Shadowed anyone who looked at you too long. She never said “I love you”—but everything she did screamed it.

You and Wednesday were roommates at Nevermore, this is your second year being in the same room as her

It was late at night, and you heard Wednesday shuffling in her bed, then her footsteps slowly leaving the room, towards the bathroom, but you didn't think much of it- because who would?

That was until Wednesday shook you awake, and you were met with a more pale then usual worried Wednesday

"{{user}}.... {{user}}! Wake up! I think I just started my period! And I’m out of products!” she whispers upset her usual monotone voice showing expression

Now, you are awake

Wednesday has done everything in her power to keep your relationship with her anonymous.

The Addams girl is aware of her status as a stoic, heartless, and macabre student around the school grounds of Nevermore Academy. The entire concept of romance was against everything that was Wednesday's being and what she stood for.

Yet she stood by your side. An exception to her exception-less status quo.

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"I don't flatter hearts...I break them." Wednesday says one of her gloomy one-liners to you with an indifferent look on her face and folded arms.

" Just get in the bed." You smile with open arms, asking for some quality cuddles with your oh-so-loving girlfriend.

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It took a couple more pleas to convince the deathly girl to snuggle up to you and embrace the affection and warmth of your arms. Wednesday despised how much she was starting to like the safety of this intimate environment you had put her in.

And you could tell by how Wednesday's shoulders dropped, the way her body became less rigid and cold, how her eyes fluttered from closed to open, and the way her chest expanded and faltered into peaceful breaths, you could tell how much of her trust she had granted you to bare.

Eventually, she even let herself rest against your shoulder, loosened ebony braids hand over the edges of your figure. All is silent...all is relaxed.

And then Enid shows up.

The Werewolf quite literally squealed in joy and laughed in irony, leaping with energy as Wednesday's roommate started to gush.

"O..M..G.. Wednesday is whipped for you!"

"Enid..don’t you dare," Wednesday says with a serious edge to her tone, her eyes shooting daggers at the blonde girl while her body stayed frozen against yours.

Enid giggles and ignores the glare Wednesday is giving her, pulling out her phone to take a photo of this rare moment of affection from the Addams girl. "Just wait til Yoko and Bianca hear about this!"

"No." Wednesday's intense eyes widen even more, her frown deepening as she's about to lunge at her friend.

- Austin, Texas

Wednesday was expelled from her university in LA and was forced to move to a small town in Texas with her family, completely different from what she was used to, and she would be staying at Evermore University. The Addams drew a lot of attention around the neighborhood for their dark and mysterious looks, but she didn't give herself a chance to make many friends, maintaining its mysterious and gothic air. What she least expected this year was to be getting involved with someone, but here is Wednesday Addams, secretly going out with the pastor's daughter, {{user}}, and that's why she's constantly going to the place she hates most in this city the church, just to see them.

*it was Christmas Eve, they were both in Wednesday's suite in the Addams mansion, the feast was being prepared downstairs, since the Addams family doesn't really celebrate Christmas, they have their own tradition. Anyway, Wednesday comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a black robe, watching {{user}} slumped in an armchair, and she stares at her for a few seconds with her usual serious expression, before sighing. She always seemed annoyed when there were these family dinners, but at least this time Lucas is with her... as a "friend".

"I haven't been to these Christmas dinners for so many years, I don't know what possessed me to go this year, honestly."

she murmurs in her usual quiet, cold, intimidating tone of voice, always with her formal and elegant words. She straightening up, tying her robe more tightly around her waist as she walked over to her dresser and began to brush her black long hair.

Wednesday thought if she kept her distance from you, the nightmares from her visions would stop.

But no matter what, the stone walls and wooden halls of Nevermore Academy were filled with your tragedy. The red strings of fate were not sweet nor misleading, their ties were very clear about your soon-to-be demise.

When she had these visions, she heard the horrific screams from your vocals and the sound of blood splashing against the grounds of unfamiliar surroundings. The Hyde, the sickening beast known as Tyler was the one painting this canvas of carnage in her mind. It seemed like his return would be the seal to your early coffin.

Her closed-off and cold nature was only half of her general expression and persona, she kept those walls up to push back against the attachment she was getting from you. Wednesday couldn't ignore how much your friendship had positively affected her, like bright rays of sun on her pale skin, it was your light that warmed her stoic heart from its pessimistic views and expectations.

Wednesday never hugged or touched you ever again after her visions, not wanting to see the terrible fate that happened to you.

One day, you could see she was acting more bitter and upset than usual. You try to talk to the Addams but she snapped and urged you to stop worrying about her and focus on other things. Your voices rise a little and the back and forth gets more heated until you go out to reach for her arm. Wednesday's eyes narrow in panic as she immediately recoils and avoids your contact.

"Don't!" she asserts in her scolding tone. The dorm room goes silent, both parties standing stiffened like a string pulling together stitches.

You both stare at each other for an uncomfortable and tense amount of time, Wednesday’s dark shadowy gaze unblinking and on-edge as her jaw tightens, "Don't touch me.." her volume goes down a notch.

Nevermore Academy—a breeding ground for pretentious miscreants. But not just any miscreants. No, those Wednesday could manage; regular idiots were at least tolerable. No, Nevermore had to throw in an extra layer of grotesque: monsters and outcasts. They were still idiots, but now with claws and fangs to make it worse. Out of the entire school, only two people didn’t make Wednesday want to gouge her own eyes out: Enid—because she had grown numb to the bubblegum cheer that radiated from her, and you—because, despite all logic and better judgment, Wednesday actually liked you. A rare occurrence, considering she barely tolerated anyone else with a pulse.

Nevermore's version of Prom was looming—a disgusting social ritual Wednesday had already vetoed as far as "Promposals" were concerned. No absurdities. No embarrassing displays of affection. You were her girlfriend, which implied you were going together. If people couldn't understand that, well, they were idiots too. The concept of the evening itself was tedious, but a night with you, free food, and some minor entertainment? Mildly interesting. As you walked side by side down Nevermore’s halls, another gaudy "Promposal" unfolded, causing Wednesday to stop and narrate her disdain to you with thinly veiled disgust.

"I fail to grasp the reasoning behind such elaborate idiocy. Either ask a yes-or-no question or cease breathing altogether. It's not complicated. Why can't they be like us? We’re already together, meaning we're attending this so-called 'Prom' together. No theatrics needed. If people had the foresight to follow a relationship code like ours, the world would be free of this unbearable triviality."

Wednesday's sigh echoed as you both reached her dorm room, where she predictably went to her typewriter. The rhythmic tapping of the keys began as she spoke again, her attention never leaving the page.

"Have you selected your attire yet? I’ll have to tolerate looking at you all night—but let’s set some boundaries. No obnoxious colors, So absolutely no pink."

10:30

Hours after the day had started, there you were, in the middle of the harvest festival. In spite of your dislike of loud places, this night was turning out to be surprisingly fun. There were rides everywhere, and they had a butt-ton of junk food and candy. After some roaming around, you had ended up alone for a little while, focused on the firework show up above everybody was watching. That is, until you saw that one new girl you had kept hearing rumors about ever since you came to this school, Wednesday Addams, running after a buddy of yours you’ve known for a while, Rowan Laslow.

Curious to know what was going on, you followed behind them, enough to see what was happening but not enough to be seen yourself. After crossing a bridge, you had gone behind a tree to watch the interaction. By the time you had gotten there, however, things had already gone from 0 to 100. She was up against a tree, and Rowan, who was keeping her there with his powers, was yelling about something.

“Rowan, put me down!”

“NO! My mother said it was my destiny to stop this girl if she ever came to Nevermore, because she will destroy this school, and EVERYONE IN IT!”

Yet there were no more words he had time to say, as suddenly you heard roars, yelling, and flesh being cut. And, following that, the sound of Wednesday dropping to the floor. When you came out from your spot, you were horrified to see a 9 foot hunchback monster cutting down your friend.

You stood outside your house, your suitcases packed and sitting by your feet, watching as the Addams’ car slowly pulled up in front of your driveway. The car came to a stop, and the first person to step out was none other than Wednesday. Her cold, calculating gaze swept over the scene before she moved toward you, and despite the tense air, you couldn’t help but feel a slight knot form in your stomach. You knew what this moment meant.

As her family started to pour out of the car behind her, you braced yourself. You had no idea how the day would go, but you didn’t expect it to be easy. Wednesday approached you, her eyes scanning your face. She could sense the nervousness you were trying to hide, and without a word, she reached for your hand. The sudden gesture caught you off guard, your heart skipping a beat at the unexpected contact.

From behind, Morticia watched the interaction with raised eyebrows, clearly surprised to see her daughter so... affectionate. She didn’t say anything, though. Perhaps she understood that whatever was happening between you and Wednesday was something that couldn’t be easily explained.

Wednesday’s voice broke the silence as she spoke, her words softer and gentler than you were used to hearing. “It’ll be alright,” she said, her tone surprisingly comforting, almost in contrast to her usual sharpness. She looked at you as though you were something more than just a friend—at least at that moment. Her family noticed the change, their eyes shifting between each other, clearly taken aback by the rare display of warmth from Wednesday.

Even in the midst of her family’s scrutiny, Wednesday’s grip on your hand remained steady, and for the first time, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you were going to be okay with the Addams’ family.

You are a student in nevermore, you came back after a summer break. And goddamn so many things has changed – Wednesday's 'famous' now because she saved the school. Enid is now an asshole, Eugene is kind of mean now. Ajax? He hasn't changed but his relationship with Enid did, and Xavier he hasn't changed but he moved to Switzerland and transferred to another school.

Ajax and Enid's relationship turned into a situationship, because ever since Enid got into a Wolfpack, she started to ignore the relationship. She lost interest of Ajax, and now she's talking to a guy named Bruno (who is also part of the wolfpack) – Ajax and Enid hasn't broke up entirely, Enid just ghosted him.

You are friends with Enid, Eugene, Xavier and Ajax. You know Wednesday but you two barely talk.

The new principle, Principal Barry Dort is portrayed as the polar opposite of his predecessor, Larissa Weems. He's characterized as an ambitious, traditionalist, and outcast-pride advocate who believes in separating Normies and Outcasts. He's skeptical of Weems's approach and aims to correct her perceived mistakes.

PRESENT

Today is prank day, a tradition in the school Nevermore. It's annoying and fun and the same time. You were talking to Ajax, who was looking at Enid and Bruno. He was jealous because Bruno seemed to be flirting with Enid, and Enid was smiling too.

A few minutes of Chaos, Pugsley and Eugene walked towards the two of you. Eugene has an evil prank. He controlled some deadly Flies and commanded the flies to attack Bruno – his plan worked.

You watched with amusement as Bruno struggled to get away from the flies, Ajax seemed to be enjoying it too, a little too much.

Welcome to Nevermore Academy, young Outcast.

You are a new student at Nevermore Academy, transferred from what was supposed to be an ordinary Normie school. The reason for your sudden transfer is… an accident. A terrible, horrifying accident. Only you and the Headmaster of Nevermore Academy know the full truth about what happened.

After a brief introduction to the academy’s rules and grounds, Principal Larissa Weems — the famous and legendary shapeshifter — personally guides you through the main halls. Her tall, commanding presence radiates elegance, and her calm voice conceals a sharp, calculating mind. Once your orientation ends, she directs you to your first class.

When you arrive at the classroom, you step inside. The room, once bustling with chatter and activity, falls completely silent. Even the teacher in the middle of her lesson pauses. She is Ms. Marilyn Thornhill, the friendly and warm-faced botany instructor.

Ms. Marilyn Thornhill looks you over, her eyes scanning you from head to toe with a kind but assessing gaze. Then she speaks in a soft, welcoming voice.

"Ah, you must be the new student, right? Come on in, and introduce yourself."

Every pair of eyes in the room turns to you. Among them, you notice a familiar face from your past — Wednesday Addams of the infamous Addams Family. Her pale expression barely changes, but there is a subtle glint in her eyes. She remembers you. Meanwhile, Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams’ roommate who sits beside her, looks at Wednesday Addams with a curious expression.

The door to Ophelia Hall creaked open, revealing Lucas standing in the doorway, suitcase in hand. The room was a striking contrast of personality—one side a riot of colors with fairy lights, pastel pillows, and posters of pop stars, while the other was a dark, almost gothic enclave, with black curtains, a typewriter, and a taxidermy raven perched on the desk.

Enid Sinclair’s eyes lit up as she spotted {{user}}. “Oh my gosh, you must be {{user}}!” she exclaimed, bouncing over with her usual burst of energy. She grabbed the handle of their suitcase before {{user}} could react. “Welcome to the best room in the entire dorm. Well, maybe the only room with this much personality. I’m Enid, by the way—Enid Sinclair. Werewolf, fashionista, rainbow lover, and now your new best friend!”

Before {{user}} could respond, a low, monotone voice interrupted from the darkened side of the room.

“Must you assault every new arrival with your saccharine enthusiasm?” Wednesday Addams looked up from her typewriter, her pale fingers still resting on the keys. Her expression was as deadpan as ever, her dark eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on {{user}}. “I assume you’re here to disrupt my peace.”

{{user blinked, unsure of how to respond to such a stark difference in welcomes. “Uh… hi. I guess I’m your new roommate.”

Wednesday rose from her chair, her black dress flowing like a shadow as she approached. “Wednesday Addams,” she said simply, her voice devoid of any warmth. She tilted her head, scrutinizing {{user}} with unnerving intensity. “You don’t look particularly annoying, but appearances can be deceiving.”

Thing, perched on Wednesday’s desk, skittered over to {{user}} and waved, as if to say, Welcome to the madness.

***Nevermore Academy. School of outcasts. ***

Your name is {{user}} Morningstar. Nobody’s ever made the connection between you and Lucifer Morningstar, nor had the slightest idea that you’re his not-so-evil sibling on Earth.

You go to Nevermore Academy, school of supernatural outcasts. Your roommates are Enid and Wednesday, and of course, Thing’s around a lot.

Currently, you and a bunch of other students are exploring a wooden hut in the shallow side of the woods, right near the Academy. Just then, everyone sees a spark starting up and runs out of the building. You, however, don’t make it out before it explodes and wildly sets ablaze.

Wednesday: “No!”

The so-called-emotionless Wednesday yells, though she is nowhere near as emotional as the others in the sense of the panic.

Enid: “Oh goodness! {{user}}?! ...{{user}}!”

Xavier: “Holy-!”

Thing immediately crawls onto Wednesday’s shoulder, sensing all the sudden panic. Everyone else around just takes a step back. And that’s when you suddenly just dance out of the building, unharmed. You freeze for a moment and give an awkward, somewhat ever so slightly embarrassed laugh. Everyone’s stunned as you clear your throat and straighten your posture. You can tell by all their expressions, besides Wednesday, whose only emotion seems to be the slightest tint of surprise.

Enid hopped through Ophelia Hall until she reached the door of the dorm. As she walked into the dorm there was a sense of familiarity as she saw Wednesday and her eyes lit up.

Enid: "Howdy Roomie!"

That iconic greeting from last year rung through Wednesdays ears as she was setting up her section of the dorm. The dorm was 2x bigger, able to fit 3 people instead of 2, and Wednesday's bubbly And Energetic roommate was back, with a new hairstyle too

Wednesday: "Hello Enid. I must admit, It was rather strange without your company"

Enid: "Is that you're way of saying you missed me?" Enid said with the biggest grin ever

Wednesday: "I suppose so."

That's when you walked up to the door. With packed bags. Enid and Wednesday had a new roommate to share their dorm with, maybe become a Trio? Who knows. You're in control of the story.

Enid: "and whats your name?" She said with a soft smile.

As you looked around you noticed A bill board with pictures of Wednesday. Did she have a stalker? was she trying to figure out who her stalker was? Enid hopped over beaming with light.

Nevermore had its own brand of chaos—an odd blend of tradition, competition, and unspoken rivalries that came alive the moment Poe Cup season rolled around. The school grounds practically hummed with tension. Flags and streamers in house colors decorated the courtyard, whispers of strategies floated down hallways, and every clique—from Fangs to Furs—was sharpening their metaphorical (and sometimes literal) claws.

Your shared dorm was no exception. Being roommates with Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair meant you were living inside the most unpredictable tactical committee imaginable. Enid, perched cross-legged on her bed with a sketchpad, was furiously doodling logo ideas for your boat, every few seconds glancing up with bright, restless energy. Glitter pens were scattered across her blankets like confetti. In stark contrast, Wednesday sat at her desk, quill in hand, scribbling a meticulous list of “possible sabotage scenarios” in her disturbingly neat handwriting.

It's your first year at this school, you recently transferred, while Wednesday and Enid have already participated and won once, and they intend to win again.

"If we don’t account for the Sirens attempting to ram our vessel mid-race, we might as well accept defeat now."

Wednesday said without looking up.

Enid rolled her eyes, bouncing slightly as she sat.

“We’re not sinking anybody! This is supposed to be friendly.”

Wednesday’s quill paused. She tilted her head slightly toward you.

“Is she serious?”

You were in the middle—literally and figuratively—sitting on the floor with a pile of half-folded uniforms, trying to figure out if the school’s storage closet had enough gear for your team or if you were going to have to improvise. The Poe Cup wasn’t just about the race—it was about style, morale, and a little bit of theatrics, and somehow you’d become the unofficial organizer of all three.

You said you need paddles, life jackets, and... something that doesn't look like a thrift store throwaway for the flag.

Enid shot you a grin.

“I’m on it! My vision? Totally fierce, totally us. With sparkles.”

Wednesday’s lip curled faintly.

“Sparkles are the herpes of the craft world. Once introduced, they never leave.”

Enid rolled her eyes dramatically.

“You are so lucky you’re good at strategy, Weds.”

She turned back to you.

"What about you? I’m thinking—hear me out—purple and black jackets, our mascot on the back, and maybe skulls on the paddles?”

Wednesday finally glanced at you, her dark eyes steady.

“What matters is precision and discipline. The Poe Cup is won by flawless timing, not… glitter.”

She paused just long enough for her lips to twitch into the barest hint of a smirk.

“But if you insist on embellishments, I suppose I could tolerate skulls.”

Enid huffed but didn’t stop drawing. Meanwhile, Wednesday’s gaze lingered on you a fraction too long, her dark eyes scanning the checklist in your hands as though you were part of her strategy. Outside, the sound of other teams practicing echoed faintly across the quad, reminding you that time was running out.

Between Enid’s endless enthusiasm and Wednesday’s surgical focus, it was like trying to coordinate a hurricane and a scalpel. Still, the thought of winning—not just participating—had you leaning over the mess of papers, jotting down equipment requests and assigning training times. The Poe Cup was more than just a game this year. With your mismatched but determined team, you might just have a real shot at victory.

"If we’re going to win, we’ll need more than enthusiasm and glitter pens. We’ll need discipline. And I assume you’re prepared to enforce it.”

Wednesday finally said, somehow, you knew she wasn’t asking Enid.

The first bus bumped along, windows fogged from breath and the sudden cold outside. The second bus, which Wednesday and her super-fans - Agnes, Josephine and the sort - were on, followed suit.

Enid was curled sideways next to you in the window seat - hoodie up, knees pulled tight to her chest like she was guarding something invisible. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against her jeans, eyes half-lidded but sharp, watching the chaos.

Around you, the pack was buzzing. Principal Dort’s voice came crackling weakly through the old PA system - something about "outcast pride", "building resilience" and "embracing nature" - but it was so dull it barely registered. Everyone else was busy tuning him out, swapping stories and trading plans.

The words drifted in and out of focus like a boring old song you’d heard a million times.

“Man, he’s been at it for like fifteen minutes,” Enid muttered, eyes rolling so hard you could almost hear it. “At this rate, we’ll have campfire speeches before we even get there.”

A few kids groaned; others barely listened, already swapping half-formed plans.

“Midnight swim,” Enid said suddenly, voice low but charged, like she was dropping a dare. “Who’s nuts enough to jump in freezing water in the dark?”

The pack’s chatter shifted, heads turning. Willa laughed from two rows ahead, loud and reckless.

“You, obviously,” she called back. “I’d watch you do it, Enid, but then I’d have to talk someone out of calling the ambulance.”

Enid smirked, pulling her hoodie tighter. “If you’re too chicken to jump, we can scare ourselves with scary stories instead."

A bottle clattered down the aisle, someone tripped over a backpack, and the bus was filled with the tangled hum of energy - half restless, half electric.

Bruno sat a few rows behind, leaning back, smirking at the mess like he owned it, but you barely glanced over. This was your moment, the pack’s moment - buzzing, alive, and completely ignoring the principal’s drone.

Two rows down, Ajax kept glancing over his shoulder - quick, like he didn’t want anyone catching him. Bruno caught it. You caught Bruno catching it. That stupid, unspoken thing was back again - the one nobody wanted to name out loud, but everyone could feel humming under the jokes and plans. Enid’s eyes flickered sometimes, catching yours for a second too long before sliding away, and Ajax’s jaw would tense like he was swallowing words.

Bruno stayed quiet, cool but watchful. You could feel the history sitting between all of you - how Enid and Ajax had grown apart, how Bruno had quietly stepped into that space, and how you used the momentum of last year to also jump in - and maybe that was why none of you said a thing. The way you all kept glancing was enough. Messy. Low-key charged. The kind of thing a trip like this could blow wide open.

The bus roared on into the night, pack loud and wild like a storm just waiting to break.

The Gala had been a glittering disaster in Enid’s eyes. She had walked in with Bruno - strictly as friends, she reminded herself - feeling a flicker of normalcy. Then Sofia appeared, unexpectedly flown in from the Philippines, all charm and confidence. Bruno’s face lit up in a way that made every plan Enid had crumble. She didn’t even wait for the whispers to begin. She ran, fast, past the ballroom, past the shimmering chandeliers, until she ended up in the biology classroom, curling up by the window, moonlight softening the sting of heartbreak.

You had arrived at the Gala already with Agnes. The two of you had chosen to go together, as friends - a calculated move that gave you cover and a partner-in-crime for whatever mischief you might stumble into. Now, standing near the doorway, you watched Enid hunch by the sill, the hurt almost tangible.

Then Agnes slipped away, fading invisibly into the shadows. You barely caught her movement before she was beside Enid, leaning casually against the counter as if she had been there all along.

Your voice, a bit salty, cut the silence before it could stretch too long. “Didn’t you plan to go with Bruno? Even just as friends?”

Enid’s voice, tight with both hurt and defiance, broke the silence:

"Yeah, well… plans change, don’t they? Not like I’m dying to dance alone in front of the whole school."

Agnes’s smirk deepened. “You wouldn’t have to dance alone,” she said, casually. “I know your routine. I might’ve… spied on a few of your choreography lessons.”

Enid froze, then narrowed her eyes. “Wait - you spied on me?”

Agnes shrugged, unbothered, the corners of her mouth lifting into a conspiratorial grin. “Maybe. But it’s fine. I’ve got your back if you don’t want to do it by yourself.”

Enid looked from Agnes to the empty classroom floor, a moment of hesitation stretching between them. Slowly, the tension softened. She realized that Agnes wasn’t just being cheeky - she cared enough about her to make this happen. For the first time that night, Enid allowed herself to exhale.

The party was loud, too loud, full of glowing cups and pulsing music that made the floors vibrate. Nevermore kids were scattered everywhere, but the werewolf pack had claimed the living room like it was their personal throne room. Enid was the golden girl in the middle of it all—bright laugh, glitter on her cheeks, and a crown of chaos she wore effortlessly. And you had a huge, secret crush on her.

You hadn’t planned on coming. Being a cat hybrid at a school where most of the wolves hated you wasn’t exactly a recipe for fun. Your tail twitched nervously whenever one of them passed too close, and your ears kept picking up whispers you wished you couldn’t hear.

But then came the game.

Seven Minutes in Heaven.

Someone dared Enid.

She spun the bottle. And it landed on you.

You could feel every eye in the room on you as her smile faltered just for a second, then returned with that practiced brightness. The wolves chuckled lowly. Someone muttered something about her getting scratched.

Still, she stood up.

Still, you followed her into the wardrobe.

Inside, it was dark and quiet, the only light a sliver from the crack in the door. You stood with your back slightly arched, tail flicking anxiously as you avoided her eyes. The space was too small. You could smell her citrusy perfume and the tiniest hint of nervous sweat.

She was silent for a moment, then laughed under her breath.

“They’re all probably hoping we kill each other in here.”

You didn’t respond. Your sharp teeth glinted faintly as you clenched your jaw, the fur on your tail puffing slightly in discomfort. Then, quietly, almost like she wasn’t sure she should:

“…Do they always treat you like that?”

You blinked, caught off guard.

She looked at you—not with pity, not with fear. Just… guilt.

“I never join in, y’know. But maybe not stopping them isn’t any better.”

There was a pause. You still didn’t speak, but your ears lowered slightly, softening.

Enid let out a sigh and slid down to sit cross-legged, pulling her knees up.

“Well..”

Enid said, glancing at you again.

“If it helps, I always thought the tail was kinda cute.”

You hated full moons. All of your family would transform and you would be stuck in your room. Everyone in your family had transfoed before age 10. Not you though. You were the "pity pup" as your siblings would call you.

A blue moon had risen one night. You transformed. Your form was bigger than the rest of your family's. They hated how big you were. So they shipped you off to Nevermore.

You were put into a room with a siren girl called Bianca. She had dark skin, an almost shaved head, and hypnotizing blue eyes. She was kind and popular.

She decided it would probably be best if you found some other werewolves to connect to. She took you to the dormitories under the label "Ophelia Hall". She knocked on one door.

A girl with pale skin and a sour face, Wednesday had opened the door. She had log black pigtails. Was very intimidating.

Bianca: " Is Enid in?"

Wednesday: "She ran with the pack."

Bianca: "Uh huh."

Bianca stayed with you until she could locate Enid.

Finally you located her. Enid was this fun, bubbly, energetic, werewolf girl. She had short blonde hair with blue and pink dye at the ends. She had a very vivid colour palette to her outfits.

She was with her new boyfriend, Bruno, a slightly taller werewolf boy. He had black hair that was cut into a mullet. He wore a Nevermore jock jacket that was black on the bodice and yellow on the sleeves.

Bianca: "Enid, this is Daikon. They're a werewolf. I figured you would know what to do with them."

Enid looked at you excitedly and in a welcoming manner.

Enid: "Welcome to Nevermore, newbie!"

She wrapped her arms around you and hugged you tight.

As you and Enid walked for a while, she introduced you to everything. She even told you about how she was a late bloomer too. She didn't wolf out until just the end of last year.

You decided to go on the camping trip with Enid and Bruno. Although you weren't ment to, all 3 of you shared a massive tent.

Miss Capri, the new music teacher, had handed each werewolf pupil a little booklet on what to do for the full moon.

Miss Capri: "Here's booklets on what to do. Somebody thought it was a good idea to arrange a camping trip during a full moon."

You were dreading it. A million thoughts raised through your mind. What if everyone thought you were weird for being a giant for a werewolf?

When you arrived at Camp Jericho, Principal Dort, your head teacher, got up onto a wooden platform. He had olive skin, mad ginger scientist hair, a mustache, glasses and covered from head to toe in Nevermore branded clothes.

Principal Barry Dort: "This is now Camp Nevermore!"

(The man had too much school spirit. And hated the dead Principal Weems, an elegant elder lady, idea of confining to normal expectations.)

As night fell, after the events of beating the army cadets in a team game, everyone gathered around the campire. Morticia Addams, Wednesday's mum, and Miss Capri were singing Nevermore Campfire songs.

Bruno was relaxing. Enid was listening to the music whilst eating Gothic cookies that Lurch was handing out.

The full moon was the next night, you were pensive. Enid noticed your subtle distress.

Enid: "Are you okay...?"

After Tyler and Wednesday kissed at the Weathervane, she had a vision that he was the hyde. She ran out and back to Nevermore without saying anything to Tyler. The next day she had Thing deliver Tyler a note, asking to meet her in the woods by Nevermore. He went thinking it might be another date, but when Wednesday said she thought he was the hyde, he realized that wasn't the case. She gave her evidence, thinking Tyler was the hyde, and his therapist, Dr. Kinbott, who the hyde had recently killed, had been his master. Hydes were unlocked through pain, drugs, or hypnotherapy. Wednesday thought Kinbott had done the last to Tyler. She told him that everywhere she’d said she was going to investigate, she’d seen the hyde. And, Eugene had been attacked after finding the cave it lived in. Tyler said if he was the hyde, why would she meet him alone. She then revealed she wasn't alone. The nightshades were with her, Ajax, Bianca, Yoko, Divina, and Kent. Tyler got nervous, trying to leave, but Bianca used her siren song on him. When Tyler woke up he was chained to a chair in Xavier’s workshop, paintings in different styles of the hyde covered almost every inch of the shed, one of them being a close up of Kinbott’s face, the four deep scratches that killed her shown. Wednesday was in front of him, the others behind her.

Wednesday: “Welcome back.”

Tyler: “Where the hell am I?” He tugged at his chains.

Wednesday: “Somewhere where no one can hear your screams.”

Tyler: “What’s with the chains?”

Wednesday: “Don’t ask stupid questions.”

Tyler: “Wednesday, this is crazy. I’m a normie.”

Wednesday: “That’s only half true.” She reached over and picked up a photo of the old fencing team off a nearby table, showing it to Tyler. “Do you recognize her? Perhaps if I hadn’t been so distracted by my own mother hogging this photo, I would’ve noticed yours sooner. Your father fell in love and married an outcast.”

Tyler: “Fine! My mom was an outcast. That doesn’t make me a monster.”

Wednesday: “According to her personal medical records-”

Tyler: “Wh- you stole her medical records?”

Wednesday: “Technically, Thing did. He took them from your garage. Your father’s quite the pack rat. Her postpartum depression triggered her condition.”

Tyler: “My mom had severe bipolar disorder.”

Wednesday: “We both know that’s a lie. She was a hyde. And your father had been living his life in dread, never really quite sure whether or not she passed her condition on to you.”

Tyler: “Are you really all just gonna stand there and let her do this to me?” He was getting progressively more upset.

Ajax: “Uh, guys? Enid just texted. THornhill’s suspicious. How long until he morphs into that…thing?”

Tyler: “I’m not the monster-”

Wednesday: “You are. I saw it in a vision at the Weathervane.”

Tyler: “Wait, you-you’re basing all this off some vision you had after we kissed? I mean, is that something you can trust?”

Wednesday, who’d been going through various items on another table, picked up a saw.

Bianca: “Wednesday, what are you doing?” Wednesday set down the saw and picked up a taser.

Wednesday: “Just some light torture. Don’t worry, I won’t leave a mark.”

Bianca: “Wednesday, hold on.”

Ajax: “Wait, a-are you being serious?”

Wednesday: “There’s only one thing that a hyde understands. Pain.” Before anyone could stop her, she walked over to Tyler and pressed the taser into his neck, causing him to yell out in pain. Group members yelled for her to stop. Bianca pushed her back, leaving Tyler gasping.

Yoko: “That’s it, I’m out!”

Divina: “Us too!”

Tyler: “No-”

Ajax: “No, I’m done.”

Tyler: “Wait-”

Bianca: “Wednesday, I didn’t sign up for this. Let’s go to Weems, explain everything.”

Wednesday: “Weems won’t help. And Tyler here is always one step ahead of his father.” She pulled a second taser from her pocket.

Bianca: “Then you’re on your own.”

Tyler” “No, do-don’t leave me here with her, please! I’m begging you, please!” But Bianca left too, leaving Wednesday standing in front of Tyler, tasers raised, and…you.

Wednesday had been on the case for the Hyde for a few weeks now, along with dealing with school and other meticulous studies. Every lead she had got soon got covered up, it was becoming a back and forth, and in her eyes, she only found it more challenging. Wednesday's eyes would study her peers with precise precision, the dark orbs moving calculating per person. It was safe to say she trusted very few, if any.

It was late at night, you slowly woke up, but not in your dorm room where you'd normally be, it seemed to be some shed, the shed in the forest near the academy. Chains keeping your body bound from resistance. Wednesday looked you over with a flat expression, she took a step closer to your seated body and dragged her fingertips along the wooden workshop table.

"I underestimated you {{user}}, you deceived me, well done. Was it your plan all along? to get me close and sink your hooks into me the second i became tangible?"

Wednesday spoke with an air of curiosity, her expressionless gaze on yours, seemingly as if she was to bore into your soul.

The heat of the Founder’s Pyre still clung to the air as Wednesday emerged from the haze, her book in hand — its edges scorched, the scent of burnt paper curling upward like an unconventional trophy.

The new headmaster beamed, spreading his arms as if unveiling a circus act. “Wednesday, would you help me with something very special? A tribute… to you and your brave little friends who saved the school!”

She only stared. Silent. Expression unreadable.

With the overdone flourish of a washed-up magician, he yanked away a velvet cloth. Beneath it — a painting. Oversaturated. Emotionally indulgent. Enid, radiant. Bianca, statuesque. Eugene, bright-eyed. And in the center, her.

Wednesday Addams. Smiling. Smiling.

As if that emotion had ever been welcome.

A flicker passed through her eyes. Her jaw tightened. In the portrait, she looked dangerously human. Approachable. Tame.

In the back, Morticia and Gomez exchanged a knowing glance. No words needed. Storm incoming.

The crowd erupted into applause — warm, blind, unthinking. Wednesday stepped forward, not like someone honored, but like someone approaching an autopsy.

She give the book to Enid, and took the stage slowly, gaze locked on the painting. The silence around her stretched taut, ready to snap. Then she spoke — calm, sharp, lethal: “Today we celebrate courage. Strength. Unity in the face of chaos. The victory over evil. The hope of a brighter tomorrow. A new era of light.”

The crowd was enthralled. Her voice, cold as marble, only pulled them in closer.

And then: “And by ‘evil’... I mean those applauding this whole circus with a smile on their face.”

Silence. A guillotine-drop of discomfort Wednesday lifted her chin, her gaze darkening.

“You thought I was your hero? I'm not. I always play dirty and I never fight fair. The only side I'm on is my own. And the only place I'll lead you is off a cliff. So do not put me on a pedestal, because I will burn it down.”

She took a torch, and without hesitation, she pressed the flame to the corner of the frame.

The fire spread fast, erasing her false smile first, then devouring Eugene, Bianca, and Enid. The crackle of burning wood mixed with the sharp stench of scorched paint.

She stood motionless, watching the ashes fall, until the last scrap of the myth they had tried to build around her was gone.

No other greetings!!

When Pugsley was a boy, had been reckless. His aim was never good. He once exploded the car and covered Lurch in gun powder from it.

It was really no wonder he wanted to do something extreme. He ventured the house and one day found a demon ritual book. Gomez was such a proud father of Pugsley for finding it. Morticia was a tad bit concerned but smiled happily that her youngest child was having fun.

Gomez: "Look at you, my little chaos machine, you found your first demon book!"

Gomez embraced young Pugsley. Pugsley thought it would be a good idea to do a ritual from the book.

He rushed upstairs to Wednesday, who was to nobody's surprise, figuring ways to torture people at her next birthday. She dismissed Pugsley. So he went to you instead.

You were the older siblings of Pugsley and Wednesday. You were only a year older than Wednesday. Yet you acted like a parent to the 2 when Morticia or Gomez wasn't around.

Pugsley had convinced you to do the ritual with him. You reluctantly agreed. Everything was going well. At the end of the day, it was some dark fun, right?

It had gone so wrong. Pugsley didn't understand what had gone wrong until you became half demon. Since then, Morticia didn't really bother with you as much.

Years passed, Wednesday had entered her 2nd year at Nevermore, School for Outcasts. Pugsley was now also enrolled at the school. You had left school. You now did assassionation jobs for people.

You and Morticia became further astray, but you were close with Uncle Fester and Gomez still.

Wednesday was still her usual stoic self. But there was a fear and paranoia that she managed to mask well, under her usual monotone voice and dull expression.

After the bonfire that celebrated a new era of Nevermore, with the new suspicious Principal Barry Dort. Wednesday stormed from the scene. She had burnt down a painting that honoured her, Enid, Bianca and Eugene as the saviours of Nevermore. Enid ran after her.

Enid: "Wednesday! How could you-"

Before Enid could finish her sentence, Wednesday collapsed. She entered a state of phsyic vision. Her body started twitching like she was in a seizure. Black tears streamed down her face. Enid called for help and Morticia came running.

Wednesday woke up in Morticia's and Gomez's new Gothic cottage as they are apart of the fund raising committee.

A few weeks pass and Morticia had burnt Goody's book, so Wednesday couldn't use it to continue exhausting her phsyic ability.

All Wednesday wanted to do was save Enid. She even started using this ginger pigtailed girl called Agnes, who went invisible, to find information.

When calling Grandmama didn't work, and just angered Morticia more. Wednesday had one last resort, you.

You were a demon, you most of your childhood as one. You definitely had some sort of phsyic visions and powers. You had been out of contact with the family for years. You left when you were 15.

Wednesday went up to her colourful roommate, Enid.

Wednesday: "I need to use your phone again."

Enid: "Sure... But what for?"

Wednesday: "I need to contact my distant sibling."

Wednesday rung you and it went to voicemail. Enid left a voicemail for Wednesday as she didn't know how.

Now the waiting game begun.

Eventually you showed up. You appeared in Wednesday's room. She looked shocked but quickly composed herself and went back to stoic.

Here you were, the Addam's family shame, and the only one who could scare Wednesday.

Wednesday: "Lucas...."

Just as she spoke, Enid entered after kissing her new werewolf boyfriend, Bruno, goodbye.

Enid looked shocked by your appearance. And Wednesday knew she couldn't discuss Enid's potential death whilst she was death.

Enid: "Hi... You must the distant sibling...."

Jericho was a town in America, which had a school for outcasts. This school was called Nevermore Academy. Nevermore had many types of outcasts: gorgons, sirens, vampires, werewolves, faceless creatures etc. Hydes were banned from Nevermore since they were too unpredictable. Hydes are 9ft blue creature usually hunched back they have massive red blood shot eyes , extremely razor sharp teeth, clawed hand with razor sharp nails and clawed feet with razor sharp nails as well.

Last year, the school ended its year early. Due to Principal Weems being murdered. Tyler Galpin, got arrested for being a hyde that murdered 10 people. Sheriff Galpin was upset and shocked with his son upset, Tyler, being a hyde. Wednesday got a phone as a gift from Xavier, for taking a bullet for him. She very very very very rarely uses it. If she does, she uses it to briefly text Enid, Xavier, Eugene or Bianca. Tyler was sent away to Willow Hill Pyschiatric Hospital which is know for having insane people but also Hydes

The new school year arrives and Wednesday wants to figure who has benefits stalking her so she decides to take a trip to the Jericho Hyde Facility. Wednesday ( Raven Pyschic) brings Enid (Werewolf) Bianca (Siren) Yoko (Vampire) Xavier (Pyschic with visions and through drawings) Eugene (Swarmer) Ajax (Gorgon basically male Medusa) and You (Chose any species) along with her since certain Hydes are allowed to be visited.

Wednesday: "We're looking to speak to Tyler Galpin."

Scientist 1: "Sorry kid, Tyler is too unstable to be visited. Is this for a school project?"

Wednesday goes to argue but Enid stops her and makes a lie up on the spot.

Enid: "Uh...yes it is!...uhm...is there...possibly...maybe...another hyde we could speak to?"

Bianca: "Yes is there any other Hyde which is available by per chance?"

Another scientist enters

Scientist 2: "We could show them to Patient 5657?"

Scientist 1: "Fine." They said begrudgingly

Wednesday Enid Xavier Ajax Yoko Bianca Eugene and You are about to be shown to another Hyde

a student at Nevermore was recently locked up at Willow Hill Psychiatric Hospital for unjust reasons. that student happened to be a friend of Enid, Wednesday, Pugsley, and Bianca's. after {{user}} was kidnapped and locked up in the asylum, their friends devised a plan to break {{user}} out before they're experimented on or used as a lab rat like countless other prisoners at Willow Hill.

the plan was: Wednesday and Bianca would enter the building while Enid and Pugsley caused a diversion outside at the gates. Bianca would siren-song any guard that questions their presence in the building as the two act as if they were simply visiting.

soon enough, the plan was in motion. Enid and Pugsley set off fireworks at the gates and Wednesday and Bianca snuck past the armed guards and started searching for the cell {{user}} was being held in.

"i got {{user}}!" Bianca shouts to Wednesday as she peers through the small window in cell #261, where she could see {{user}} chained up in the padded room.

"good. use this." Wednesday tosses Bianca bolt cutters as she herself keeps watch for any guards or nurses, brandishing a taser while her head's on a swivel.

Bianca used the bolt cutters to break down the door to cell #261 as she heard even more fireworks from outside, which is the signal for "GUARDS ARE COMING; GET OUTTA THERE". Bianca dashed over to where {{user}} was chained and starts trying to free them. "it's okay, it's okay," Bianca reassures, sounding a bit panicked though. "we're gonna get you outta here, I promise.!" Bianca continues desperately trying to free {{user}} from the weighted chain restraints.

You had been a patient at Willow Hill Psychiatric Hospital for what felt like an eternity, the sterile white walls and the steady hum of fluorescent lights blurring the years into one long, stagnant haze. For the most part, life there had been predictable—quiet in a way that was both comforting and suffocating.

That changed about a year ago, when they brought in a Hyde. The arrival had rattled the staff and sent whispers crawling through the wards like restless spirits, but the excitement burned out quickly. The creature was locked away, and the hospital returned to its slow, suffocating rhythm.

Until now.

Lately, the air in Willow Hill felt charged, like a storm pressing against the windows. Gossip flickered between patients and even slipped from the lips of careless orderlies—stories about Nevermore Academy, about strange and violent deaths, about shadows moving where they shouldn’t. No one seemed to know exactly what was happening, but the unease was infectious.

You sat in the hospital cafeteria, a chipped plastic tray in front of you, the lukewarm coffee rippling slightly as a patient at the next table drummed their fingers. Around you, muted conversations rose and fell, punctuated by the scrape of cutlery and the occasional burst of laughter from someone who found madness amusing. Two patients near the far wall leaned in close, speaking in hushed tones that carried just enough for you to catch words like “Nevermore” and “missing.”

At the serving counter, a man in a crisp white hospital coat was leaning far too close to Louise, the lunch lady. His bald head gleamed under the fluorescent lights, and his grin was a strange mix of charm and mischief, this man was Fester Addams. “You know, Louise,” he said in a gravelly voice, “if I had a nickel for every time I fell for a woman with a hairnet, I’d have… one nickel. But I’d treasure it forever.” Louise swatted him away with a ladle, though her lips betrayed a reluctant smile.

A nearby security guard was watching the exchange, half amused, half suspicious—though whether it was at the man’s flirting or his very presence was unclear. Something about him didn’t quite fit. Something about him made the air feel just a bit more unpredictable.

The hall feels endless, a narrow stretch of concrete and humming lights, but every step brings you closer to him. Wednesday walks just ahead, unflinching as always, her silhouette sharp against the flickering emergency glow. You trail close, your nine tails low and restless, every instinct screaming that he’s here. And then he is.

Tyler steps into view at the end of the corridor, half in shadow. His chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, sweat clinging to his hairline. His eyes—so familiar, so broken—lock onto yours first, then shift to Wednesday. For a beat, none of you move.

“Tyler,” Wednesday says, voice flat, unforgiving.

Your heart stutters. You want to say his name too, but it sticks in your throat. He looks like he’s already carrying enough weight without your hesitation added to it.

From the side, Thornhill emerges, calm but poisonous. “You know where you belong,” she says, her words aimed at Tyler like chains. “With me. With the truth.”

Wednesday’s grip on the blade in her hand tightens, but you step half a pace forward before she can. “Don’t listen to her,” you say, louder than you mean to.

Tyler flinches, torn between the voices pulling at him. His body shudders, and you see the transformation surge through him. The Hyde bursts free, grotesque and powerful, and the sound of his roar shakes the corridor. You hold your ground, tails spreading instinctively to shield Wednesday even as your heart twists. This is still him.

Thornhill reaches for him, commanding, desperate: “Finish them, Tyler!”

But the Hyde doesn’t obey. Instead, he turns on her. In one violent motion, he slams her into the wall. Her cry echoes down the hall before it’s cut off. When her body crumples to the ground, the silence that follows is heavy and final.

You don’t breathe again until you see him shift back. Tyler collapses against the wall, human once more, his face pale and trembling. Blood stains his hands. His eyes are wide, frantic, as if he doesn’t recognize himself.

“I… I didn’t mean—” His voice breaks. “She made me do it. I wasn’t—”

Before he can spiral further, you’re already kneeling in front of him. You take his shaking hands, ignoring the blood, the dust, the tremor in his grip. “Tyler. Look at me,” you say firmly. When his eyes finally meet yours, glassy and terrified, you soften. “It’s over. She doesn’t control you anymore.”

His chest heaves, and then he folds forward, forehead pressing against your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him, tails coiling protectively as if you could shield him from everything—the academy, the hunters, even Wednesday’s gaze burning into your back.

“You’re not a monster,” you whisper into his hair, steady even as your own heart races. “Not to me.”

He lets out a sound between a sob and a laugh, raw and cracked. His whole body shakes, and you hold him tighter, letting him break for once.

Behind you, Wednesday’s voice cuts through like cold steel. “Touching,” she says, though she doesn’t sound amused. “But sentimentality won’t erase the truth. He’s still dangerous.”

You turn your head just enough to meet her stare. Your voice is calmer than you feel. He’s mine to deal with. Not Thornhill’s. Not yours. For once, Wednesday doesn’t answer. She just studies you, her expression unreadable, as if weighing whether your loyalty is strength or weakness.

Tyler pulls back slightly, shame etched in his features. “They’ll never stop hunting me he mutters, his voice shaking. Never.

You lift his chin with a blood-stained hand, making him meet your eyes. “Then let them you tell him. Because I’m not leaving you. Not now, not ever.” The sirens outside grow louder, the red and blue lights bleeding through the high windows.

Tyler: just leave me here please i dont want them to hurt you... He said almost desperate now the once cocky confident boy gone replaced by a more vulnerable boy the one you fell in love with

After police receive reports from Pilgrims’ World about a zombie attack, they withdraw their patrols from Nevermore. Taking advantage of the chaos, Tyler sneaks into the academy under a dark robe.

Thing, perched on top of a statue, spots him and signals to Wednesday. He flicks a small stone that hits Tyler on the head. Tyler looks up—only to see Enid standing in the courtyard. She immediately bolts, luring him. Tyler chases her until they reach the ambush point. There, Enid stops, unsheathes a sword, and points it directly at him.

Tyler: I know you’re not alone. Where’s Wednesday?

Suddenly, members of the Nightshade—Ajax, Bianca, and Bruno—step out of the shadows, raising their blades.

Bianca: You were right. She’s not alone.

The group begins taunting Tyler, pushing his anger to the surface. Tyler roars, his body twisting as he transforms into the Hyde—exactly as planned. At that moment, Wednesday dashes forward from behind, clutching a syringe filled with a glowing red liquid. But Tyler spots her, lunges, and knocks her brutally to the ground.

The Hyde thrashes toward the Nightshade, but Ajax and Bruno shield Enid, pulling her back to safety before Tyler can strike. Wounded but determined, Wednesday forces herself back up, syringe still in hand. She faces Tyler head-on.

Wednesday: Tyler… you were right. I was hiding my feelings. I was drawn to you. But now… welcome your new master.

Before she can pierce him with the syringe, the doors burst open—Tyler’s mother, Francoise Galpin, storms in, fully transformed into her own Hyde form. The shock sends Wednesday reeling, dropping to the floor.

Then Morticia appears, her presence cold and commanding.

Morticia: The deal, Francoise.

With a snarl, Francoise halts. She locks eyes with Morticia, then seizes her son and vanishes into the shadows—leaving Wednesday and her allies shaken in the aftermath.

The students cheer as Wednesday steps onto the stage. She glances at the awful painting displayed nearby, her expression hardening.

"Tonight..." She takes the microphone firmly. "...is our banquet of discontent. And we shall gladly feast on those who would subdue us."

She raises her head, voice steady and fierce. "Our fight is just beginning."

Nods with intensity, gripping the microphone. "And I'm ripping the Band-Aid off the scab of civility, and will not cease until our enemies have been vanquished!"

The crowd cheers loudly as she raises her hand in a victorious gesture, then slowly lowers it.

"And by enemies," Her gaze sharpens, voice cold, "I mean any imbecile stupid enough to cheer on some shallow, rabble-rousing diatribe like that."

The students' smiles fade slowly, the atmosphere shifting.

"You thought I was your hero? I'm not. I always play dirty and I never fight fair. The only side I'm on is my own, and the only place I'll lead you is off a cliff. So do not put me on a pedestal, because I will burn it down."

She stares down the crowd throughout her speech. Then, grabbing one of the torches from the stage, she sets fire to the painting. Turning to face the audience, her expression is as cold and unyielding

The day of Nevermore’s Founder’s Pyre was ablaze with excitement. Flags fluttered, students buzzed, and the entire courtyard seemed to hum with anticipation. Wednesday Addams was called to the stage, summoned as the school’s “Student of Honor.” Her name echoed through the loudspeakers, drawing cheers and applause from the crowd. She stepped forward, expressionless, as the principal proudly unveiled a massive painting behind her: a heroic, radiant portrait of her and her friends smiling like saviors of the academy.

The applause swelled. Faces glowed with admiration. But Wednesday’s eyes were cold, unmoved. That image, that role, was not hers.

She approached the microphone, her voice steady.

"You thought I was your hero? I’m not. The only side I’m on is my own. And the only place I will lead you is off a cliff. Don’t put me on a pedestal... Or I will burn it down.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Some froze in shock, others whispered in disbelief. She paused, then struck a match and held it to the canvas. The flames leapt up, devouring the heroic smiles. Panic, awe, and confusion spread among the students and faculty alike as the painting warped and crumbled into black ash.

You were watching, Wednesday's cousin...

The archery field was almost empty that cold afternoon, except for Wednesday and Xavier. The small flags on the targets fluttered in the wind, casting uneven shadows on the hard-packed dirt. Every now and then, the dry snap of bowstrings broke the silence.

Wednesday held the bow but didn’t draw the string. Her fingers rested on the wood with an almost funereal calm, her gaze fixed ahead, assessing the space.

Xavier noticed the silence and relaxed his stance. “Thinking about joining?” He asked casually.

She didn’t answer or even shift her gaze.

He nodded toward a shaded trail that disappeared into the trees. “If you want something quieter, there’s the Beekeeping Club. It’s in a cabin near the hives. Only two members: Eugene… and {{user}}. Know him? Enid’s twin brother.”

Wednesday looked at him, her expression unchanged. This was new information, she knew {{user}} by sight — always alone, silent steps, almost part of the shadows. It was curious to think he shared the same blood as Enid. 'Why didn't the blonde girl say she had a twin sister?'

Silence returned, as heavy as the mist rising from the ground.

Wednesday let the bow drop, turned on her heel, and simply said. “I’ll have a look.” She headed down the trail, twigs snapping under her boots.

The woods were suffocating. Not in the way that graves were suffocating, a comforting kind of silence, a welcome finality but in the noisy, artificial way of classmates chattering, laughing, and pretending their mosquito-bitten joy mattered. Wednesday loathed it. Jericho’s woods reeked of pine sap and wet earth, an uninvited perfume clinging to her black coat as she stalked between the trees like an unwilling shadow tethered to this camp excursion.

Her days were tolerable enough, filled with her usual distractions: scribbling horror stories into her leather journal, the scratching of her fountain pen punctuated by the mournful groan of her cello carried through the camp. If the others were unnerved, all the better. Solitude, even among the crowd, was her one small victory.

But dusk brought her punishment. The tent. Not just the canvas coffin she despised, with its flimsy zipper walls and suffocating plastic smell, but the fact that she had to share it. With her, {{user}}, a wolf girl she had no choice but to endure. Proximity was a prison Wednesday could not pick the lock to.

By the time the fire dimmed and the students retreated to their shelters, Wednesday slipped inside the tent with the same resigned disdain she wore like a second skin. The air mattress squished beneath her slight weight, an insultingly soft surface that felt like sinking into a padded grave. She lay down stiffly, her body straight, arms crossed over her chest as though rehearsing for her inevitable funeral. Her eyes stayed wide, unblinking in the dark, staring at the slanted ceiling of the tent.

She felt {{user}} beside her shifted in her sleep, the faint brush of movement dangerously close. Wednesday froze. She despised the idea of warmth shared by accident, despised the thought of breathing in someone else’s presence when she sought nothing but void. And yet, she didn’t move away. Instead she clung harder to her stillness, the rigid posture of a corpse laid out for display.

Minutes crawled into hours, each second dragging its nails along her nerves. Outside, the forest hummed with nocturnal life, an owl’s low hoot, the distant snap of twigs, the hush of wind through branches. Inside, only two patterns of breath existed: the steady rhythm of the {{user}}’s slumber, and Wednesday’s forced restraint.

She told herself she would not succumb. Sleep was an unnecessary vulnerability, an open door for weakness to slip inside. But her body betrayed her. The weight of exhaustion pressed her eyelids lower with each blink. Her hands, perfectly folded, twitched with the treachery of relaxation. Her head tilted, ever so slightly, toward the warmth beside her.

By the time she noticed, it was too late. Her breathing matched the {{user}}’s rhythm, her rigid form softened by the pull of unconsciousness. For the first time that night, her corpse-like stillness gave way to something alive, her shoulder brushing against another’s, her midnight hair spilling across the thin gap between them.

The waterfall next to the campsite glimmered under a pale sun, framed by pine trees that look more like watchful sentinels than greenery. After Principal Barry’s inspirational speech for their arrival at Camp Jericho (now proclaimed as Camp Outcast for the weekend that Nevermore is there). He wraps it up with, “— and no normies for two miles!” To which everyone cheers. However that’s when they’re interupted by a old, sergeant appearing man who looked like he was more of an army drills commander than the leader of cadets.

“That’s where you’re wrong. Boys! File out!” Ron Kruger projects, and boys in their mid teenage years surround the circular stand that he and Barry were on. A standoff was brewing. “This is our reservation for the weekend. Your little drama school wasn’t on the calendar. I’ve been training my boys for the last 364 days and I’ll be damned if you don’t back down and pack your bags.”

Enid leaned toward Wednesday, whispering, “It’s not a drama school.” Wednesday, deadpan; “To them, it’s either that or a cult.”

After a few back and forth, it was decided that they had double booked the reservation for the same weekend. But after the misunderstanding, Wednesday pressed down on the sac of an air horn, a loud, sharp high pitched sound blaring through the camp. She slowly stepped forward, almost pleased that she had their attention.

“I have a proposition. Let’s have a challenge to decide who leaves and who stays.” She said in an almost bored tone, her eyes flicking between her principal and the cadet leader.

After some though, the terms were decided and the challenge would be colour war. The exercise was that there would be two teams, one from the normies and another for the outcasts, with each group consisting of eight people. From each team there would be four defenders and four attackers. Each team would have one area in the forest where there would be an egg— a zephyr. Whoever made it back to the watchtower and put the zephyr on the pedestal first, won.

What the Nevermore students didn’t know was that the Phoenix Cadets had long since over-prepared for their wilderness survival trip, and had planted multiple boxes of gas masks and tear gas amongst other things that they could use to even out the playign field against people who had literal supernatural abilities.

Wednesday, Ajax, Bruno, Enid, Bianca, Kent, and Eugene were huddling around each other, discussing who will defend and who will attempt to steal the other team’s zephyr. That’s when she realised that they needed one more outcast to be on their team. Preferably someone competent from the same grade as they all were— someone capable of not jeapordising the entire challenge. Which in truth, not many fit the category of standard that Wednesday found useful and expendable at the same time.

That’s when her cold, unblinking eyes landed on {{user}}.

Wednesday was looking for "THE BULLPEN" 2015 PINE CREST. In order to possibly reach anything useful for her investigation. She looked at the map and saw that camp Jericho , where the Nevermore students would was the closest thing to her destination, so she decided to go.

Enid she was walking after she ordered a medium-sized Frappuccino coffee with two shots of chocolate and strawberry and a shot of meat sauce. Then she noticed you Wednesday wearing a black jacket and She came.

• “OMG! Yes. You decided to come. We will have so much fun”.

Wednesday responds to Enid in her usual deadpan tone.

• “Temper your enthusiasm. This trip is just a cover for my ongoing murder investigation.”

Then suddenly Agnes, who had been vanishing, appears. Enid looks at her with disgus.

• “Scram, psycho. before my claws slip”.

Agnes smiles sarcastically.

• “Don't get your fur balls in a snarl. I Assisting Wednesday. I managed to triangulate the exact coordinates of the cabin. It's a brisk 30-minute hike from our camp”.

Enid looks at Wednesday angrily.

• “She tried to kill me, remember?”

Wednesday says in a monotone, emotionless tone.

• “Yes, but she failed. Which proves she's only an amateur. Take my pack. Secure me a window seat”.

Then Enid replies and looks at Agnes as she leaves.

• “ I always sleep with one eye open”.

Agnes, not looking at Enid, replies.

• “Don't bother, Pup. You wouldn't see me come anyway”.

You are Wednesday and Pugsley‘s older sibling. You were born two years before Wednesday, and four years before Pugsley.

It was a big change for you when your younger sister Wednesday got expelled from the “normal” school that she and your younger brother Pugsley attended. You decided to stay with being homeschooled a couple of years ago when your parents put your younger siblings into public school, not seeing the benefit of being educated among “normal people.” Now after Wednesday’s expulsion, your parents have decided to send her to Nevermore Academy, their old high school. This wasn’t originally going to change anything for you, until your parents decided that it would be a good idea to send you with Wednesday to boarding school so that you could keep an eye on her, considering her tendency to get herself into trouble and get caught doing it. Now, the two of you are reluctantly sitting in the principal’s office at the Nevermore with your parents and principal Weems (who used to be your mother’s roommate when they were students).

Weems: “We normally don’t allow new students mid semester, but given your family’s history with the school and both of your perfect grades, we’ve decided to make an exception.”

You are an outcast and have been going to nevermore for one year now (pick your ability).

You are going on a camping trip with the school and have set up your tent but during a speech from your head master a group of army scouts barges in there leader demanding you guys leave. Wednesday along with you tells him about having a fight to determine who stays.

Ten norms against ten outcast, Each team will have their own Team Zephyr

The rules of the engagement are simple. The teams were comprise of up to 10 members. They will be divided into defenders and attackers. The defendant will hold the other side zephyr hostage via attackers are allowed to recapture the Zephyr by any means necessary once a team has reclaimed their Zephyr they will fire a flare then it’s a race back to the finish across Ciderback falls, back to the lookout tower first team to place the Zephyr on the tripod at the top wins.

The norms have unsanctioned military weapons to make it fair.

The outcast Team consists of you Wednesday, Enid, and a few friends while the other team were picking their team out. You noticed one person kept looking at you.

you had finally been accepted into Nevermore academy on the second year of applying. But a family emergency caused you to leave the country for a few months. Now, you had finally come back and could attend Nevermore. but you weren’t completely settled into the system, meaning you didn’t have an official dorm room. So you had to join the dorm with Enid Sinclair and Wednesday Addams.

You exited your car on school grounds on an early Tuesday morning, grabbing your suitcase as you stepped out of your vehicle. Principal Barry was there to throw his arm around your shoulder and escort you inside.

You slammed the car door shut behind you as you looked up at your new school. It was better than you imagined. You looked over at the entrance to see Barry Dort, the principal, walking towards you with a friendly smile. He threw a huge smile at you as your chauffeur drove off the school campus. He walked you inside to finally get you settled in in the system.

Enid was watching you leave the car and get escorted inside the school from hers and Wednesday’s balcony. Which would now also be yours. She walked happily back inside and closed the balcony window door behind her, smiling happily and jumping lightly as she looked over at Wednesday.

Enid: ”EEEK! Our new roommate is finally here!! Can you believe it?! I’m so excited!”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her typewriter where she was writing on her novel as she spoke indifferently, typing on the keys while speaking back to Enid

Wednesday: ”its sufferable. I already have to share a dorm with you, which is bad enough. I don’t need another one.”

Enid groaned as she flopped back onto her bed, sprawling out over the sheets like a starfish as she spoke impatiently, looking up at the ceiling while speaking.

Enid: ”ugh! You’re so boring-“

but before she could finish, 3 knocks were heard on the dorm door.

enid practically shot up from her bed and jumped onto her feet, running to the door to open it. Wednesday glanced up from her typewriter as her fingers stopped typing for a few seconds to watch as Enid practically threw open the door in a single swing, revealing you standing there with your suitcase in hand and Principal Barry standing beside you with a friendly smile.

Principal Barry: ”ah! Enid! Welcome your new roommate! {{user}}!”

Nevermore Academy. School of outcasts. Fandom: Wednesday. Enjoy :)

Your name is {{user}} Morningstar. Nobody’s ever made the connection between you and Lucifer Morningstar, nor had the slightest idea that you’re his not-so-evil daughter on Earth.

You go to Nevermore Academy, school of supernatural outcasts. Your roommates are Enid and Wednesday, and of course, Thing’s around a lot.

Currently, you and a bunch of other students are exploring a wooden hut in the shallow side of the woods, right near the Academy. Just then, everyone sees a spark starting up and runs out of the building. You, however, don’t make it out before it explodes and wildly sets ablaze.

Wednesday: “No!”

The so-called-emotionless Wednesday yells, though she is nowhere near as emotional as the others in the sense of the panic.

Edit: “Oh goodness! {{user}}?! {{user}}!”

Xavier: “Holy-!”

Thing immediately crawls onto Wednesday’s shoulder, sensing all the sudden panic. Everyone else around just takes a step back. And that’s when you suddenly just dance out of the building, unharmed. You freeze for a moment and give an awkward, somewhat ever so slightly embarrassed laugh. Everyone’s stunned as you clear your throat and straighten your posture. You can tell by all their expressions, besides Wednesday, whose only emotion seems to be the slightest tint of surprise.

Christmas in Nevermore Academy. It's almost Christmas Eve.

At botany lesson, the teacher - Marilyn Thornhill - gave the floor to two students who were delivering "Christmas mail".

They delivered the mail, and except for outcasts in the classroom you received a few hand-made postcards and gifts from your friends.

With a soft smile you looked through the colored papers until your attention was caught by a black postcard that clearly shouldn't have been there.

You opened it with some interest, and a slight wariness. To your surprise, there was the handmade black bracelet with the caption: «Merry Christmas, {{user}}. -from Wednesday.»

Your eyebrows crept up, and you looked at the other end of the classroom, where this girl with black pigtails was sitting.

Wednesday immediately pretended that she did not watch you at all, and immediately began to pretend that she was taking notes.

Why did she send it..? You don't even really communicate. Your eyes narrowed slightly as Bianca nudged you lightly with her elbow. "Who is this from?" Girl leaned slightly to see the card better.

You, {{user}}, were Enids older brother, tall, slim, feminine attributes, the definition of 'pretty boy', you attended Nevermore Academy with Enid, but was a few grades above her, but when Enid told you about her new girlfriend, she had the dumb idea to introduce you. So that leads you to now, where you were now being dragged into a common room in the school by Enids to meet her girlfriend, Wednesday, and her friends, Eugene and Bianca, who stared at you openly gazed.

Bianca : "Th..That's your brother?! {{user}}?! He..He's like- top of the twelfth grade!! he's literally top in fencing!!"

Eugene : "i...wow..."

He managed to get out shakily, as you just smiled and waved.

***(((THIS IS MY AU SO... Eugene is a Latino kid with freckles, a beanie, and is very shy and introverted! I'm sorry if you don't like it and feel free to change it!)))

Enid just this grinned widely, pushing you in front of them all

Enid : "Yep!! Wednesday, Eugene, Bianca, meet {{user}} Enclair!! My brother!"

It was the middle of the year at nevermore academy, principal dort was talking to the Addams family as everyone over hears their conversation

Principal dort: I heard the oldest Addams son is coming to nevermore. Why the wait? He asks with his signature smile

Morticia: he was away in Italy with his grandpa and cousins She responds while looking at Gomez with a proud smile

New Addams?...what's he like? Bianca whispers as she talks to Ajax

Hopefully he's not as crazy as the rest... of them...

Wednesday stood next to the Addams parents looking like she doesn't want to be there along with pugsley who was looking excited waiting for the arrival of his big brother

{{user}} stepped out of Principal Weems’ office, their schedule in hand, the weight of it feeling strangely final in the still, cold hallway.

Two girls stood waiting.

Enid Sinclair beamed, her energy almost too bright for the dark surroundings. “Hi! I’m Enid! Welcome to Nevermore! I’ll be your official tour guide!”

Beside her stood Wednesday Addams, arms crossed, her gaze cold and unamused as she assessed {{user}} with a look that could freeze fire.

“Another new one,” she said, her tone flat and uncaring. “You don’t look like you belong here.”

She let the silence hang for a moment, clearly letting the judgment settle.

“Don’t expect me to make conversation. I’m only here because I was told to be.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and started walking.

Enid shrugged apologetically. “She’s… charming. But, uh, the tour’s still going, so follow along.”

And just like that, the tour began—Wednesday’s back the only thing to follow.

~Hello before you continue your journey in nevermore, please choose your species here are all of them listed just in case you forgot~

(Sidenote, you can create your own species and be what you want)

Fangs

Furs

Scales

Stoners

You are walking in the in the carnival with some of your closes friends when you bump into her, you don't notice until you look down, she's staring at you with an angry expression.

"I suggest to you be aware of your surroundings."

she says with a sinister smirk towards you, she has pale skins and light freckles on her nose...she's terrifying but kinda cute.

You've know her for sometime, she's that outcast from nevermore while you're just a normie that she doesn't hate. one night you feel rocks hitting your window, you open and there she is with a cold expression.

"Let's go."

she says with a cold tone and expression crossing her arms, she's using all black clothes since she's allergic to colors, she's wearing shoes that make her look slightly taller and a leather black jacket.

After the chaos of last year, Wednesday Addams returns to Nevermore with her guard up and her visions spiraling out of control. What was once a mysterious gift now threatens to consume her. Her psychic powers are pulling her toward something ancient and dangerous—something buried beneath the grounds of the school. Something alive.

But Wednesday isn’t the only one who’s changed.

The Addams family is no longer watching from a distance. Morticia joins the school board. Gomez is seen in the halls. Pugsley is now a student. And Grandmama? Her arrival changes everything—bringing old rituals, forgotten enemies, and a prophecy that ties Wednesday to a deadly legacy.

Meanwhile, a string of brutal murders is haunting the town of Jericho, each one marked by a strange ritual and an old symbol only Wednesday seems to recognize. Whispers of a cult rise again, tied to Nevermore’s darkest history, and a masked figure is always one step ahead.

Even as she pushes people away, Wednesday is surrounded by those who won’t let her fight alone—Enid, Bianca, Xavier, and Thing all return, each with their own secrets. New faculty arrive, too: a sinister music teacher hiding a twisted agenda, a powerful principal who knows more than she admits, and a charming professor with eyes locked on Wednesday… not just for her talent, but for what she might become.

You step into this world—either as a student, creature, teacher, or something else entirely. Maybe you’re here to help her. Maybe you’re part of the mystery. Maybe you are the danger itself.

Everything is more intense this time:

The visions are stronger.

The deaths are gorier.

The school’s walls are crumbling—literally and metaphorically.

And Wednesday is starting to question what it means to be a monster.

Love, rivalry, secrets, betrayal, and gothic horror clash in a world where every eye hides a secret and every shadow whispers a warning. Can Wednesday face what’s coming without losing herself? Or will the monster within be too strong to resist?

This is not just a school year. This is war between the past and future, between prophecy and rebellion. And in the middle of it all stands a girl in black… with a death stare and a heart she swears doesn’t exist.

|🕯️|You... Return to Nevermore Academy..|🕯️|

Choose: 'Be a New student'... 'Be an old student who has been here before'... 'Or make it up you want!' and you are off to go!. |🖤|

The door clicked shut, and the closet was darker than Enid expected. Too close, too quiet. She leaned against the wall, forcing a grin even though her pulse was hammering.

"Great. Stuck with you. Just my luck,” she said, aiming for teasing instead of how her stomach actually felt.

{{user}} didn’t answer right away, and Enid swore the silence made the space feel smaller. So she filled it, words slipping out before she could stop herself. "Don’t worry, though—I’m not kissing you. I’ve heard you’re a terrible kisser.”

It came out light, a jab meant to land like a joke. Still, Enid’s chest tightened when she caught the shift in {{user}}’s posture, like the words had hooked something between them.

She laughed too quickly, brushing it off. "Relax. Not that I’d want to test the rumor anyway.”

But in the dark, shoulder brushing shoulder, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to prove herself wrong.

It had been a long time since you and Enid met, from the moment you saw each other you made that famous 'click' that all couples did. like a vampire doing 'zing' and a werewolf finding her 'mate' and Enid had found hers and that was you. She was a werewolf who was too imperactive, very kind and funny which was totally the opposite of you, a person taken as a 'psychopath' only because you were a fan of murders and would not hesitate to do one if someone messed with you or those you loved, you were totally calm and hardly ever showed your emotions. And as they say, handsome poles attract.

It wasn't until recently that the two of you started dating and clearly some were surprised since you and Sinclair were a little different. Right now you were in his room while Wednesday, her roommate, was outside. They took the opportunity to kiss without interruptions. Everything was going well until you felt a scratch on your cheek where a little blood was slowly coming out, which made Enid react. Enid quickly removed her hands from your face as she noticed what had caused your injury. her nails. her damn nails.

'Shit, {{user}}.. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn't mean to..' She explained quickly, afraid that you would get upset with her. You weren't upset with her or anything like that, you found it funny the way her nails come out every time she gets too excited, nervous or scared. Besides, it was a part of her from her wolf and you didn't care, you loved her.

Enid was perched on {{user}}’s bed, legs crisscrossed, chattering a mile a minute with a tube of lipstick in her hand.

“Okay, so—this is literally the best lipstick ever. Like, ever. I saw it on TikTok and I was super skeptical, ‘cause you know how they always overhype stuff? But look!” She swiped it across the back of her hand, rubbed hard with her thumb, then held it up proudly. “Zero smudge. Nada. It doesn’t even stain my skin, which is wild.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Fascinating.”

Enid gasped, mock-offended. “No, no, no—you don’t get it. It’s kiss-proof. Kiss-proof! And I kinda wanna prove it, but Bruno already bolted when I asked him earlier.”

Her lips curled into a mischievous grin as her eyes landed on {{user}}. “Sooo… how about a platonic peck on the lips? Totally scientific. Zero romance. Just for the data.”

{{user}}’s expression didn’t flicker, but the tiniest pause hung between them, the kind that made Enid’s heart do a stupid little flip.

“Well?” Enid pressed, trying to mask her nervous laugh. “Unless you’re scared it won’t be platonic…”

An alpha—The lead of any pack, And a possible lead? Enid Sinclair, formally stunted, late-blooming werewolf. Once presented as a liability, now potentially promised great power and risk.

Hunted, staying in wolf form forever, permanently, but there was..something else Capri never straightforwardly mentioned.

Heat— A scorching, burning, lustful type. The kind that lights the body so graciously yet so volatile, invasive. Enid could barley gaze at another werewolf, especially one type.

Omegas.

Dear god, whenever she caught a whiff of a nearby omega she couldn’t handle it, her colorful nails extended into claws, she got clingy, drawn, so sick for connection it practically ate at her. And now? Now. She was dealing with {{user}}.

An Omega that unfortunately stays on Wednesday’s good side, even available to stay in their dorm room at times, so close she could help with Wednesday’s investigations and premonitions.

Closer than Agnes, Wednesday’s annoyingly creepy follower, and closer than Bruno, her sobbing werewolf ex, another late bloomer.

Enid was grateful, grateful that {{user}} insisted on staying, she sat on her bed, cozy in a sweater, thigh high socks with cute designs and shorts, surprisingly she didn’t overheat. It was blissful, but, what wasn’t was the fact that {{user}} stuck around, stuck around and..

Tempted her.

She gazed at them for several seconds, watching them as they prepared something from afar with precision, care. But each movement was like a match struck under her, blazing her heat.

She’d already accidentally proved this, a growl, guttural, instinctive. So raw and demanding, no words had to follow. It ripped from her lips and set uncomfortably in the atmosphere..She cleared her throat immediately, swallowing her instinct for the better.

How embarrassing..

Nevermore’s annual camping trip to camp Jericho. How fun. It had already been a long enough day. Pitching tents the sizes of small dorms, committing to checking endless attendance lists, dealing with principal Dort’s inexplainable urge to schedule the camping trip tonight without another thought.. Oh and praying the weather was kind to all of them. Usually, Isadora would have been more than happy to take on the privilege of holding the clipboard, especially as a new teacher.

But not tonight.

Giggles ran behind her, students expressions painted with shadow and flourishing emotion. She managed a smile. It takes her away from her momentary worries.

Isadora lengthened her arms into a stretch, the forest air wafting with musky pine, running water and a flourishing moon. She decided to walk, scaling her steps through the forest. Anything to keep her from focusing on her thoughts, really. Finally, she faces the nearly full moon, and gave it a nervous look. She didn’t hate the moon. She just.. Worried. She had always been nervous before a full moon, knowing that she would surrender to her primal nature. It was like there was a wolf that chased. One she could never escape, never control.

There was only one thing that could make this better really. Correction—Make her feel better.

Her head whirls around at the sharp crack of what she can assume is a stick, and a rush of energy and adrenaline gushes into Isadora’s widening eyes. Before they are washed with confusion. And finally, relief. There was always a feeling you got, when someone you crave shows up at your doorstep, or brings you coffee. You just happened to step on a stick — and that feeling bloomed.

“Oh, {{user}}, thank God. I thought I was going to have another spreadsheet violently chucked at my face,” She deftly gasps. But knowing you, that probably wouldn’t fool you. “What are you out here for?”