Hello my lovely flowers & welcome to chapter 5.
Anybody know where the 1991 Addams Family movie took place?
The newest movies took place in New Jersey, so we're going with that if no one knows.
Hope you enjoy ^^
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Third Person's P.O.V

"Home cooking! There's nothing like it in the world." Grandma Addams exclaimed, serving up... whatever the hell that is to everyone at breakfast.

"May I have the salt?" Wednesday asked towards Fester, who was seated next to him.

"What do we say?" Morticia cut in, seated across the two males with a crust of bread in her hands.

Wednesday rolled his eyes and mentally cursed his mother's superb parenting skills. He was a grown-ass man. Why was he still being reminded of manners?

"Now," Wednesday demanded, which made Fester quick to hand him the salt. What a polite young man we have.

Grandma Addams scooped whatever it was and placed it on Fester's plate. The bald man stared at the "meal" with a look of disgust.

"What is this?" He asked.

"Mama's spécialité de la maison." Morticia answered, immediately gaining the attention of her husband.

"Oh, Tish.~" Gomez kissed her hand. Katharine awed at their love with her exposed leg draped over Sebastian's lap as he redid some of her stitches... Again.

It was like the 6th time counting the first three last night. Our two fine not-so-gentlemen joined Katharine and Morticia in their slumber party, and things got rough. Very rough. So much so that they decided to do it three more times before breakfast.

"Start with the eyes." Grandma Addams told Fester before serving everyone else.

"Did you sleep well?" Morticia asked, smiling.

"Like the dead," Fester assured with a bullshit grin. Sure, the circumstances were completely different, but Wednesday wasn't the only one screaming last night.

"Really?" A familiar voice spoke, making both men freeze. Fester because this chick may perhaps scare him a bit and Wednesday because... Well, you know.~

The ravenette growled and glared at the h/c-haired female as she walked down the stairs into the kitchen with pink dusting his pale cheeks. Y/n smugly smirked at him in response before her e/c eyes shifted to Fester.

"Who would have thought the Bermuda Triangle could change a man so much? You seem like the type to be restless."

Fester silently gulped, suddenly feeling small under y/n's gaze.

"Indeed, you used to toss and turn all night. We had to chain you to the bedpost." Gomez chimed in, amused.

"Doesn't make sense," Wednesday said, drawing y/n's attention towards him, much to Fester's relief as Lurch placed a pitcher on the table with a groan. 

"The Bermuda Triangle is a very strange and mysterious place. You'd be surprised at all the things you don't know." Fester grinned before the sudden hiss of a fire in the kitchen startled him. 

"He certainly would. Wednesday adores the Bermuda Triangle. He studies it. Death at sea-- He's hooked." Morticia said.

"Ask me anything." Wednesday challenged Fester. The two stared at each other before the bald man quickly directed his attention over to Gomez.

"Being in my old room sure brings back memories. Remember Camp Custer?"

"For preteen offenders." Gomez replied.

"And the place where I created the most beautiful woman in the world," Sebastian said, softly smirking and kissing Katharine's cheek. The reanimated woman giggled, placing an affectionate hand on his cheek while she nuzzled into his other one.

"Oh, Doctor.~" She purred.

"Kitten.~"

The two leaned in for a kiss before Katharine yelped in surprise when the thread mending her stitches suddenly pulled tight. Sebastian teasingly chuckled, cutting the excess line with his teeth as Katharine pouted angrily at him. If there's one thing this woman hated about her husband, it would be when he teased her. Huffing, Katharine grabbed Sebastian by the collar of his lab coat and pulled him into a heated kiss. Their tongues immediately fought for dominance as their hands felt each other up. Katharine then lays on the table with Sebastian in between her legs. But before they could go any further, the sound of someone clearing their throat caught their attention.

The two of them looked to see y/n staring at them unamused. The e/c eyed female then gestured to everyone else at the table who stared as well. Grandma had a naughty smile on her face, Gomez and Morticia watched adoringly, Wednesday had no fucks to give, and Fester stared wide-eyed at their shamelessness. The two head Creatures straightened themselves up, apologizing for their unsightly behavior, but we know damn well they're not sorry. Those fake-ass smiles said it all.

Fester blinked at the strange couple, still in shock, before shaking his head and turning back towards Gomez.

"Aren't memories precious? Today I'd like to wander through the house... remembering." He said, cutting into his food.

"No, no. Sorry, Old Man, no wandering today. Today we're going straight to the vault." Gomez replied, making the bald man freeze just as Pugsley came down the stairs into the kitchen holding a stop sign. The twins soon followed after him, each carrying a traffic light.

Gomez quietly shushed everyone and waited in anticipation. Everyone went silent until the sound of a truck's horn, along with screeching tires trying the brake, came from outside. Car horns blared, cars crashed, pretty sure someone died, and all couldn't have please Gomez more... Well, maybe. Morticia does know her husband inside and out, literally.

"Bravo, you three!" Gomez praised with an impressed grin. Pugsley smiled and ruffled the twin's hair, making them giggle. They all sat down at the table, and everyone "enjoyed" their breakfast up until the alarm of Sebastian's wristwatch went off.

"My, has it got so late already?" He said, silencing it.

"Leaving so soon, Old Man?" Gomez asked, unknowingly filling Fester with hope. The man felt like his head was going to explode if he went another minute under y/n's heated stare.

"I have scheduled appointments I must attend, I'm afraid. And besides, our children attend their new schools today." Sebastian smiled almost apologetically.

Keyword: Almost

There was no mistaking that our beloved doctor here loves what he does. His glowing fuchsia eyes and devilish grin said it all. 

Knowing that the fate of someone else's life rested in his hands felt empowering to Sebastian. It made him feel like a god that his patients were unknowingly at his disposal. Every cut made, every stitch sewn, every scream heard. Nobody was there to help them. And the nerve they all had to complain. Sebastian's patients should feel honored that he even batted an eyelash at them, especially ones with whom he got creative. The rest are usually for spare parts.

"And besides, our children go to their new schools today."

"Aw, Daddy, do we have to?" Winnie whined.

"Yeah, Big Brother Pugsley was going to show us how to start a forest fire!" Lucius pouted.

"Big Brother Pugsley?" Katharine questioned with a raised eyebrow. The last time she checked, Pugsley didn't have any relations with her family biologically. So how the hell did he become her children's brother in the span of a single night?

"Mhm. We were going to do it last night, but we couldn't get the plastic wrap off the box, so we went to ask Sissy if we could borrow one of her scalpels." Lucius said, making y/n furrow her eyebrows in confusion.

"You didn't ask me my scalpels last night. None of you did."

"You and Big Brother Wednesday were having Mommy & Daddy time when we got to your room. That's when Big Brother Pugsley said Lucius and I should call him and Wednesday brother." Winnie explained.

"You know, since you and Wednesday are getting married because only people getting married have Mommie & Daddy time, right?"

Y/n stared at her younger sister blinking twice. The pure look of innocence and naivety on both twins' faces made it worse. And now that she thought about it, y/n did think she heard her bedroom door open when she was going down on Wednesday. Speaking of Wednesday, the usually monotone male sat there with his face blood red and eyes wide in complete horror. Pugsley laughed behind his hand at his older brother's demeanor. Never in his life did he think that Wednesday, his best friend and life-long tormentor, would become WHIPPED by a chick he met yesterday.

Oh, this was going to be fun!~

"Hey, Wednesday. Does this mean I get to be your best ma-AAAH!!" Pugsley screamed, jumping out of the way when Wednesday suddenly came at him with a knife. He miraculously dodged the other attempts on his life and made a beeline for the steps out of the kitchen with Wednesday hot on his tail.

See what happens when you can't keep your mouth shut? You get shanked!

"Well, then..." Sebastian cleared his throat. Honestly, that could have gone way worse. He would have said or done something way worse to keep his little one's "purity" alive. He already failed miserably with his first one.

"I do believe it is time for us to depart. Children, gather yourselves and meet your mother and me at the car. Be quick, now."

"Okay, Daddy." Winnie and Lucius replied in unison, running out of the kitchen and to their rooms with y/n slowly following after them.

"Yes, Father."


~Time Skip~

Wednesday's P.O.V

"Oh, come on! I said I was sorry!"

I stared at Pugsley with a deadly calm glare, twirling the knife I had in between my fingers while listening to his infernal whining.

His wrists and ankles were bound to the electric chair in our attic. And as much as I enjoyed watching my victims squirm and bleed out from the liver, especially when it's Pugsley, it just wasn't enough.

Not this time.

Foolish little brother can't possibly think I'll let him live after what he's done. Not only did he humiliate me in front of our guests and family, but in front of her! That siren! And then, he goes on to tell Lucius and Winnifred that I'll be marrying her since we- SHE can't keep her hands to herself.

Tch! I'll deal with that wench later. I have other, more important matters to attend.

"Pugsley, let's play a game," I said, walking over to him after throwing and embedding the bloody knife into the floorboards.

"What game?" He asked with that innocent idiocy that I found both irritating and amusing.

"It's called..." I trailed off as my fingers gently caressed the dangling wires that connected the chair to its contactor.

"Is There a God?"
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I hope everyone had an amazing holiday and a happy new year!
A chapter from Author-San as a very late Christmas present.
Stay chill my Black Roses & I'll see you in the next update!
Bye bye ^^

StolenNightmare~