Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair

Wednesday and Enid arrived at the woods where the boy went missing. Although Enid wasn’t sure if she wanted to continue stumbling into the woods where a murderer was going around killing people. “Wait, why are we here exactly?” Enid asked as she followed Wednesday who was walking expeditiously. “Looking for clues Enid. I’m sure he is still out here. Somewhere.” Wednesday said as she stared at the leaves, that had a peculiar blood trail leading towards the Crackstone's crypt where Wednesday was almost killed due to Laurel chaining her up, and Crackstone stabbing her in the abdomen, leaving her to die from blood loss. It was also the last time she saw Goody before she disappeared that night when she healed her to save the school and everyone in Jericho. “Wednesday-” Enid said as she followed behind Wednesday, continuing her sentence. “Isn’t this the place where-” Enid added, before she was cut off. “Yes.” Wednesday said, tracing her hand along the walls of the crypt. The memories plagued her mind, the more she traced her hand along the wall. She could feel the sharp pain in her abdomen, where Crackstone stabbed her, as she slowly massaged her abdomen where the wound was before. “Are you okay?” Enid asked, getting a little close to her, causing Wednesday to step back once Enid got closer. “I’m fine.” Wednesday said, moving her hand away from her abdomen. She didn’t want to admit that something was off but she didn’t want Enid to worry or smother her more than she already has. Enid raised an eyebrow as she stared at her, before speaking. “Okay, but if something is wrong. Please tell me.” She said, smiling. Wednesday didn’t say anything besides departing herself from her roommate. “I will take that as a yes then!” Enid yelled, before looking around, disturbed before running after Wednesday, who seemed to go fast. Suddenly Wednesday stopped walking as Enid ran to her, due to not paying attention. “Enid.” She said, in an aggravated tone. Enid stepped back before responding. “Sorry, this place is creepy and it smells like someone’s grandmas nasty perfume.” She said, having an agitated expression. She stayed quiet before turning around to respond to her comment. “It’s in between, once you past all of the cobwebs and the odor.” A voice echoed through the crypt, causing me and Enid to turn around to acknowledge the voice. “Who’s there?” Enid asked as she got closer to Wednesday. She glared at Enid before Wednesday took a small step backwards.