NO ONE'S POV:

(We see Y/N drinking from a water fountain.)

(Y/N): [sighs]

(As he rises up from the fountain, out of the corner of his eye, he sees someone standing beside him.)

Wednesday: (Y/N).

(Y/N): [startled] Holy crap! You scared me, Wednesday.

Wednesday: Keep your guard up then.

(Y/N): Yeah. So what can I do for you?

Wednesday: Some boys tied Pugsley up and stuffed him in a locker.

(Y/N): Is that right? Thanks for telling me, I'll take care of it.

Wednesday: No need. I'm in the middle of taking care of it now and I thought you'd like to watch.

(Y/N): Watch what?

(He accompanies his sister to the school pool where the boys who stuffed Pugsley in a locker are practicing water polo. After Dalton says some words to them, Wednesday drops two bags of piranhas into the pool.)

(Cut to the Addams family in a car with Wednesday & Y/N in the backseat, watching their parents sing along to "In Dreams" by Roy Orbison. Soon after, they kiss much to the dismay of their daughter & adopted son.)

Wednesday: Too bad it isn't the real thing.

(Y/N): I know, right? Bummer.

Morticia: Hmm.

Gomez: [sighs]

Morticia: Darling, how long do you intend on giving us the cold shoulder?

Wednesday: (Y/N), please remind our parents that I'm no longer speaking to them.

(Y/N): I'm sure they heard you.

Morticia: Hmm.

Gomez: I promise you, my little viper and my little wolf, you will love Nevermore. Won't they, Tish?

Morticia: Of course they will. It's the perfect school for them.

Wednesday: Why? Because it was the perfect school for you? I have no interest in following in your footsteps. Becoming captain of the fencing team, Queen of the Dark Prom, President of the Séance Society.

Morticia: I merely meant that finally you will be among peers that understand you. Maybe you'll even make some friends.

(Y/N): I'm better off as a lone wolf.

Morticia: You don't really believe that.

Gomez: Nevermore Academy is like no other boarding school. It's a magical place. It's where I met your mother. And we fell in love.

Wednesday: You guys are making me nauseous. Not in a good way.

(Y/N): Lurch, roll down my window.

Morticia: Darlings, we aren't the ones who got you expelled. That boy's family was going to file attempted murder charges. How would that have looked on your record?

Wednesday: Terrible. Everyone would know I failed to get the job done.

Morticia: Hmm.

(Cut to them in Principal Weems' office.)

Weems: Wednesday is certainly a unique name. I'm guessing it was the day of the week you were born?

Wednesday: I was born on Friday the 13th.
Morticia: Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme, "Wednesday's child is full of woe."

Weems: You always had a unique perspective on the world, Morticia.

Morticia: Hmm.

(Y/N): No questions about my name? I suppose (Y/N) is a generic name.

Weems: Oh, not at all.

(Y/N): I'm over it. Go on.

Weems: Okay, did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?

Wednesday: And you graduated with your sanity intact? Impressive.

Weems: You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey. Eight schools in five years while this is your brother's second.

Wednesday: They haven't built one strong enough to hold me. I bet this place won't be any different.

Gomez: What our daughter is trying to say is that she greatly appreciates the opportunity.

Weems: Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term, but given Wednesday and (Y/N)'s perfect grades, and your family's long history with the school, I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception.

Morticia: Larissa, what about Wednesday's, um...therapy sessions? The court ordered them.

Weems: Hmm. The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho. She can meet twice a week.

Gomez: Did you hear that, my little storm cloud? You're in excellent hands.

Wednesday: We'll see if she survives the first session.

Weems: (Y/N), I've assigned you to your father's old dorm.

Gomez: Oh, you're going to love it, little wolf.

(Y/N): Should be grand.

Weems: And Wednesday, I've assigned you to your mother's old dorm. Ophelia Hall.

Morticia: [gasps, chuckles excitedly]

Wednesday: Refresh my memory. Ophelia's the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?

Weems: Should we go meet your new roommate?

(Cut to them walking into Wednesday's new dorm room.)

Morticia: [gasps]

Gomez: It's so...vivid.

(Y/N): That's one way to put it.

(A girl walks up to Wednesday.)

Girl: [inhales excitedly] Howdy, roomie.

Weems: Wednesday, (Y/N), this is Enid Sinclair.

Enid: Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.

Gomez: Wednesday always looks half-dead.

(Y/N): You'll get used to it.

Enid: Oh. Welcome to Ophelia Hall.

(She attempts to give Wednesday a hug, but she backs away from the attempt.)

Enid: Not a hugger. Got it. How about you?

(Y/N): Um, bring it in.

(The two hug, & as they do, Y/N takes a quick whiff of her.)

(Y/N): [sniff]

(Immediately after, he feels something he hasn't felt before. He can't quite pinpoint exactly what he's feeling but her smell was as good as it was intoxicating.)

Wednesday: You can let go of her now.

(Y/N): Right, sorry.

(He lets go of her.)

Enid: A long hugger. Got it.

Morticia: Please excuse Wednesday. She's allergic to color.

Enid: Oh, wow. What happens to you?

Wednesday: I break out into hives and then the flesh peels off my bones.

(Y/N): Not me though. I'm much more accommodating to the rainbow.

Weems: Luckily, we've specially ordered you a uniform. [chuckles] Enid, please take Wednesday and (Y/N) to the registrar's office to pick their uniforms and a copy of their schedules. And give them a tour along the way. I'm sure you'd like to take your son to his dorm room?

Gomez: Very much.

Weems: After the tour then.

(Cut to Enid giving Wednesday & Y/N a tour of Nevermore.)

Enid: Nevermore was founded in 1971 to educate people like us. Outcasts, freaks, monsters, fill in your favorite marginalized group here.

Wednesday: You can save the sanitized sales pitch. I don't plan on staying here long.

(Y/N): [groans]

Enid: Why not?

Wednesday: This was my parents' idea.

Wednesday: Oh look, there's our mother smirking at me. They've always wanted to send me here. It's all part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan.

Enid: What plan?

Wednesday: To turn me into a version of themselves. My brother is already down that track.

(Y/N): It does seem pretty straightforward.

Enid: In that case, perhaps you two can clear something up. Rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school while your brother watched and your parents pulled strings to get you off.

Wednesday: Actually it was two kids, but who's counting?

(Y/N): I was watching fyi.

(Enid takes them to the Quad.)

Enid: Welcome to the Quad.

(Imagine Y/N next to Wednesday.)

Wednesday: It's a pentagon.

(Y/N): It's a shape regardless.

Enid: The whole snarky Goth girl thing might have worked at normie school, but here things are different. Let me give you two a wiki on Nevermore's social scene.

Wednesday: I'm not interested in participating in tribal adolescent clichés.

Enid: Well, then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain. There are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales.

(She points at the table of Fangs.)

Enid: Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires. Some of them have literally been here for decades.

(She points at another table.)

Enid: Those bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, AKA werewolves. Like me!

Furs: [howling]

(Y/N): And me.

Enid: No way. You're a werewolf?

(Y/N): Couldn't tell?

(He shows her his claws.)

Enid: Oh...my...god! You two just got way more interesting.

(Y/N): Ha.

Wednesday: I seriously doubt that.

Enid: Now that I look at the both of you, I don't really see a resemblance.

(Y/N): Yes, I was adopted.

Enid: What happened to your pack?

(Y/N): That's a story for another time.

Enid: Aw, okay. Where was I? Right, full moons get pretty loud around here. That's when Furs wolf out. But since your brother is a werewolf, I assume you already knew that.

Wednesday: Yes. I'm assuming Scales are sirens?

Enid: You catch on quick. And that girl, Bianca Barclay is the closest thing Nevermore has to royalty. Although her crown's been slipping lately. She used to date our resident tortured artist, Xaiver Thorpe. But they broke up at the beginning of the semester. Reason unknown.

Wednesday: Fascinating.

(Y/N): Truly.

Enid: I know, right? My vlog is, like, the number one source for Nevermore gossip.

(A boy walks up to the trio.)

Boy: Yo, Enid! You're not gonna believe the dirt I heard on your new roommate. She eats human flesh. Totally chowed down on that kid she murdered. You better watch your back.

(Enid steps aside revealing Wednesday behind her.)

Wednesday: Quite the contrary. I actually fillet the bodies of my victims, then feed them to my menagerie of pets. Or my brother.

(Y/N): I don't eat people. Occasionally.

Enid: Ajax, this my new roommate, Wednesday. And her brother, (Y/N).

(Y/N offers his hand for a handshake but Ajax is too busy staring at Wednesday to notice.)

Ajax: Whoa. You're in black and white.

(Y/N): Alrighty then.

(He puts his arm down.)

Ajax: Like a living Instagram filter.

Enid: Ignore him.

(She pushes him away.)

Enid: Gorgons spend way too much time getting stoned. He's cute, but clueless. It's a small school and there wasn't much online about either of you. You should really get on Insta, Snapchat and TikTok.

Wednesday: I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation.

(She walks away leaving Y/N & Enid.)

(Y/N): So I do have an...Insta. But I rarely go on it.

Enid: That's definitely going to change now that you're here! What's your username? I'll add you.

(Y/N): Ask me the next time you see me. I should catch up to my sister.

(He goes to find Wednesday.)

Enid: You can't just tell me that you have an Insta and not tell me your username! Fine!

(Cut to Wednesday & Y/N in their Nevermore uniforms, in front of their family.)

Gomez: Look at you, my little deathtrap. Seeing you in this uniform brings back so many terrible memories. Doesn't it, Tish?

Morticia: Yes. And (Y/N), you look absolutely morbid.

(Y/N): Thanks, Mother.

Morticia: Why don't you take (Y/N) to his dorm, dear?

Gomez: I can't believe I almost forgot.

(Pugsley walks up to them & hugs his sister.)

Wednesday: Pugsley, you're soft and weak. You'll never survive without us. I give you two months, tops.

Pugsley: I'm gonna miss you, too, sis.

(Y/N): Don't listen to her. You'll be just fine.

(The brothers hug.)

Pugsley: I'm gonna miss ya, bro.

(Y/N): Same here.

(He follows his father to his dorm, leaving Wednesday and her mother.)

Morticia: Any plans you have of running away end right now. I've alerted all family members to contact me the minute you darken their doorstep. You have nowhere to go.

Wednesday: As usual, you underestimate me, Mother. I will escape this educational penitentiary, and will never hear from me again.

Morticia: [sighs] You are a brilliant girl, Wednesday, but sometimes you get in your way. I'm sure you'll grow to love Nevermore, and find it as life-changing as I did. Oh, I got you a little something.

(She hands Wednesday a necklace with her initials on it.)

Morticia: It's made of obsidian, which Aztec priests used to conjure visions. It's a symbol of our connection.

Wednesday: Which one of your spirits suggested this toe-curling tchotchke? I'm not you, Mother. I will never fall in love, or be a housewife, or have a family. You're better off pestering (Y/N) about such things.

Morticia: I'm told girls your age say hurtful things, and I shouldn't take it to heart.

Wednesday: Fortunately, you don't have one.

Morticia: Finally, a kind word for your mother. Lurch, the crystal ball, please.

(Lurch hands her the crystal ball.)

Morticia: We can't talk to you for the first week while you're settling in, so we'll call you next Sunday. I'm sure your father is telling your brother the same thing.

(As they were having this conversation, father & son were having one of their own.)

(Y/N): Father.

Gomez: Yes, son?

(Y/N): How did you feel when you first saw mother?

Gomez: Oh. [chuckles] Well, I nearly died when I first saw your mother. Her hair was as black as a murder of crows. When our eyes met, it was like the Angel of Death was staring back at me.

(Y/N): Okay, I get it.

Gomez: I don't remember you asking me that before. Do you already have a girl in your sights?

(Y/N): Just curious.

(They're now in front of Y/N's dorm room.)

Gomez: This is it. I wish I had time to look at the old dorm room.

(Y/N): I'm sure you'll get the chance.

Gomez: If you could promise your old man one thing?

(Y/N): I don't like where this is going.

Gomez: Promise me that you'll look out for your sister.

(Y/N): [chuckles] I don't think she needs me looking after her but yeah, I promise.

Gomez: Splendid. Okay, I'll let you get settled and say hi to your roommate. Remember-

(Y/N): You'll call next Sunday. I'll remember.

Gomez: Hopefully you'll tell us more about that girl.

(Y/N): There's no--he's gone. [sighs]

(He opens the door to his dorm room & sees his roommate.)

(Y/N): Hey. I'm-

Roommate: (Y/N) Addams. My new roommate.

(Y/N): Yeah. Should've figured the principal would fill you in.

(He holds his hand out for a handshake.)

(Y/N): You are...?

Roommate: Eugene. Eugene Ottinger.

(They shake hands.)

(Y/N): You have small hands. Smaller than my sister's.

Eugene: That's a first. So, what are you?

(Y/N): A werewolf.

Eugene: I'm friends with a werewolf. Cool.

(Y/N): Yes, yes. Very cool. [sniffs]

(He sniffs his hand.)

(Y/N): Eugene?

Eugene: Yeah?

(Y/N): Why does your hand smell like honey?

Eugene: *smiles* I'm glad you asked!

(Meanwhile as their family is leaving, their father drops off Thing.)

(Late at night, cut Wednesday doing some...redecorating.)

Enid: What the hell did you do to my room?
Wednesday: Dividing our room equally. It looks like a rainbow vomited on your side.

Enid: I--

Wednesday: Silence would be appreciated. This is my writing time.

Enid: Your writing time?

Wednesday: I devote an hour a day to my novel. Perhaps if you did the same, your vlog might be coherent. I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation.

Enid: I write in my voice. It's my truth. It's what my followers love.

Wednesday: Your followers are clearly imbeciles. They respond to your stories with insipid little pictures.

Enid: Uh, you mean, emojis? It's how people express their feelings. I realize that's a foreign concept to you.

Wednesday: When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind. Rope, shovel, hole. By the way, there are two D's in Addams. If you're going to gossip about my brother and I, at least spell our names correctly.

(Wednesday walks from her, in response Enid plays her music loudly.)

Wednesday: Turn that off. This is your final warning.

(As Wednesday approaches her...)

Enid: [playfully] Rawr!

(She flashes her claws at Wednesday.)

Enid: Don't mess with me. This kitty's got claws, and I'm not afraid to use them.

Wednesday: You know, I have experience. With my brother being a werewolf and all.

(Before anything can occur between the two, someone enters their dorm room holding a flower.)

Woman: Good evening, girls. Oh, sorry about the mud. I wanted to make sure that Wednesday was settling in. Ah. Is this a bad time? I'm Ms. Thornhill, your dorm mom. Apologies I wasn't here to greet you when you arrived. I trust Enid has given you the old Nevermore welcome.

Wednesday: She's been smothering me with hospitality. I hope to return the favor. In her sleep.

Thornhill: Well, here's a little gift from my conservatory.

(She hands the flower to Wednesday.)

Thornhill: I try to match the right flower to each of my girls. And when I read your personal statement in your application, I immediately thought of this one.

Wednesday: The black dahlia.

Thornhill: Oh, you know it?

Wednesday: Of course. It's named after my favorite unsolved murder. Thank you.

Thornhill: Okey-dokey. Before I leave, I want to go over a few house rules. Lights off at 10:00, no loud music, and no boys, ever.

Wednesday: What's the story about going into the local town?

Thornhill: Passes to Jericho are a privilege, not a right. It's a brisk 25-minute walk, or there's a shuttle on the weekends. The locals are a tad wary about Nevermore, so please don't go making any waves, or perpetuating any outcast stereotypes. That means keep your claws to yourself, and no smothering people in their sleep. Are we clear? Great talk. [chuckles]

Jericho

(The next day, we see Wednesday in the Weathervane Cafe & Bakery after escaping her therapy session with Dr. Valerie Kinbott.)

(Y/N): [mouthful] I see that you fixed the espresso machine. Really helped...Tyler was it? Really helped him out. Always knew you were this dark and brooding type hero.

(She looks beside her to see her brother sitting in a booth.)

Wednesday: (Y/N)? What are you doing here?

(Y/N): [swallows] Sit, sit.

Wednesday: [sighs]

(She begrudgingly sits across from her brother.)

(Y/N): I can't believe they sell scones here. I got you one.

(He pushes a scone over to her. She doesn't even look at it, just at her brother.)

(Y/N): What? You don't want it? Okay.

(He pulls the scone back towards him.)

(Y/N): More scones for me.

Wednesday: Enough with your needless chatter about pastries. Tell me why you're here.

(Y/N): Well, today is your first court-appointed therapy session and I knew you'd try to run away...

Wednesday: "Try?"

(Y/N): And this is considered the local watering hole so, I figured you'd stop by here.

Wednesday: Looks like I need to give you more credit.

(Y/N): Yes, you do.

Wednesday: I doubt you're here to say goodbye?

(Y/N): We'll get to that. How was your first night with your roommate? Mine's a bit...buggy.

Wednesday: Overbearingly bubbly. But the good thing about bubbles, they pop easily. Hm, wanna switch dorms?

(Y/N): Seriously?

Wednesday: You're painfully obvious.

(Y/N): Ophelia Hall is an all girls dorm. Right. So the real reason I'm here is because I made a promise to our father that I would look out for you, hence why I am here.

Wednesday: I don't need you looking out for me. I can take care of myself.

(Y/N): That's what I said. But a promise is a promise.

(Before they can continue their conversation, they're interrupted by three boys dressed as pilgrims.)

Boy 1: What's a pair of Nevermore freaks doing out in the wild?

Boy 2: This is our booth.

(Y/N): I don't see your names on it though. How strange.

Wednesday: Why are you three dressed like religious fanatics?

Boy 3: We're pilgrims.

Wednesday: Potato, po-tah-o.

Boy 1: We work at Pilgrim World.

(He shows them a flier for Pilgrim World.)

Wednesday: It takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide.

Boy 1: My dad owns Pilgrim World. Who you calling stupid?

Wednesday: If the buckled shoe fits.

(Y/N): Listen, how 'bout this; you three go back to churning butter at Pilgrim World and we'll go back to having a lovely time in this booth at this bakery?

Wednesday: You should listen to him.

Boy 1: And if we don't?

(She stands right up & faces the boy.)

Boy 1: So tell me, freak...you ever been with a normie?

Wednesday: I've never found one that could handle me. Boo!

(She proceeds to knock all of the boys down.)

Tyler: So where'd you learn those kung fu moves?
Wednesday: My uncle taught me. He spent five years in a Tibetan Monastery.

Tyler: Was he a monk?

Wednesday: Monk.

Wednesday: Prisoner.

(Y/N): Hey, Tyler. I'm (Y/N). Wednesday's brother.

Tyler: Hello?

(The sheriff walks in.)

Tyler: Dad!

Sheriff: Tyler, the hell's going on in here?

Tyler: They were harassing some customers, and she put them in their place.

Sheriff: This little thing took down three boys? Did you help her?

Tyler: Dad, I swear, I wasn't involved.

Sheriff: Then you helped her?

(Y/N): Still sitting down as you can see.

(Principal Weems walks in.)

Weems: Apologies, Sheriff. This one...

(She notices Y/N beside Wednesday.)

Weems: These two slipped away from me. Come on, Miss and Mister Addams, time to go.

(They walk over to her.)

Sheriff: Wait a minute, hang on. You're Addams? Don't tell me Gomez Addams is your father? That man belongs behind bars for murder. Gussin' the apples don't fall far from the tree. I'm gonna keep my eye on you two.

(Cut to Principal Weems driving them back to Nevermore.)

Weems: Your first day and the both of you are already Sheriff Galpin's radar. Wish I could say I was surprised. I was surprised to see you there, Mister Addams. Care to explain yourself?

(Y/N): I was there for the scones.

Weems: You broke academy rules for some scones?

(Y/N): I've been told that they're to die for.

Wednesday: What did he mean about our father?

Weems: I have no idea, but a word of advice. Stop making enemies and start making a few friends. You're going to need them.

(She drives by a car accident.)

Weems: I hope the driver's okay.

Wednesday: He's dead. Broke his neck.

Weems: How can you tell from this angle?

(She drives by & we see that the driver did break his neck.)

(Y/N): Scary.

(Late at night, we see Wednesday playing "Paint It, Black" on her cello that catches the attention of Xaiver, Ms. Thornhill, & Principal Weems. Cut to Y/N & Eugene in their dorm room.)

(Y/N): *stretching*

Eugene: Why are you stretching?

(Y/N): I told you I'm a werewolf, right? I've come to the realization that a good stretch before wolfing out leaves you a lot less sore afterwards.

Eugene: Makes sense.

(Y/N): All right, I'm gonna head out and wolf out. If my howling becomes too much for you there is a pair of noise-canceling headphones in my bag. I packed a pair just in case my roommate wasn't a werewolf or my sister forgot her's.

Eugene: That's really thoughtful of you. Thanks.

(Y/N): Heh. See ya in a few.

(Y/N heads out as we cut back to Wednesday & Enid after she meets Thing.)

Furs: [howling, baying]

Wednesday: Why aren't you wolfing out?

Enid: Because I can't.

Enid: It's all I got. I'm sure your brother doesn't have this problem?

Wednesday: Correct.

Enid: My mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but I've been to the best Lycanologist. I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe it? Yeah, she says there's a chance I may never...you know.

Wednesday: What happens then?

Enid: I'd become a lone wolf.

Wednesday: Sounds perfect.

Enid: Are you kidding me? My life would be officially over. I'd be kicked out of my family pack with no prospect of finding a mate.

(Wednesday's able to pick up Y/N's distinct howling.)

Wednesday: Perhaps a mate is calling out to you this very moment. I'm failing to see the problem here.

Enid: I could die alone.

Wednesday: We all die alone, Enid.

Enid: You really suck at this. Cheering people up.

Wednesday: If you want to be cheered up, that's my brother's department.

Enid: [cries shakily]

Wednesday: Why are you crying?

Enid: Because I'm upset! Haven't you ever cried, or are you above that too?

(Wednesday tells Enid how her pet scorpion, Nero died.)

Wednesday: But tears don't fix anything. So I vowed to never do it again.

Enid: Your secret's safe with me. Still think you're weird as shit, though.

Wednesday: The feeling is incredibly mutual. How would you like your single room back? You just need to show me how to use your computer and keep my brother occupied.

(With the help of Thing, Wednesday is able to contact Tyler & plan to leave during the...)

Harvest Festival

(Cut to Wednesday & Enid watching Tyler argue with his dad.)

Enid: Are you sure you can trust that normie?

Wednesday: I trust I can handle myself.

Enid: Well, good luck and safe travels. I'll be sure to keep your brother occupied.

(She attempts to hug Wednesday but she backs away.)

Enid: Still not a hugger. Got it.

(Cut to Y/N walking around the festival.)

(Y/N's thoughts): Everyone seems to be having a good time. Plus I'd be lying if I didn't want to ride the...

(He looks up the...)

(Y/N): Ferris wheel. No, no! Focus! I need--[sniffs happily] Corn dog...Damnit! Find Wednesday then corn dog. Shouldn't be too...

Enid: (Y/N)!

(Y/N): ...hard.

(She walks up to him.)

Enid: I have been looking all over for you.

(Y/N): You have?

Enid: I have.

(She hugs him & he hugs her back. And, like last time, he hugs a little too long.)

(Y/N): Sorry. Hugged you too long again.

Enid: No need to apologize. I remembered you're a long hugger and I remembered how you still haven't told me your Insta username, so spill!

(Y/N): Do I have to?

Enid: Please?

(Y/N): Ugh...WolfWalker88. One word, capital W's and the number 88.

Enid: Just followed you! Be sure to follow me back.

(Y/N): Sure. Have seen--

Enid: Let's ride the Ferris wheel!

(Y/N): What?

Enid: You heard me, come on!

(She grabs his hand & pulls him but he's standing firm.)

Enid: Don't tell me you're afraid of heights?

(Y/N): Uh, no, it's just...

(He looks down at her hand over his.)

Enid: Then let's go!

(She pulls him behind her all the way to the Ferris wheel where it takes them to the top & stops.)

Enid: See it's not so bad.

(Y/N): Yeah, it's not. I hope you and my sister are getting along.

Enid: She's starting to grow on me.

(Y/N): I'll take that.

(Fireworks begin to go off.)

Enid: I love fireworks!

(As she's looking at the fireworks going off, all Y/N can look at is her, her smiling face, the way the fireworks reflect off her eyes, just her.)

(Y/N): [sighs happily]

(Cut to them getting off the Ferris wheel.)

(Y/N): That was really fun. Thanks, Enid.

Enid: Not a problem.

(Y/N): I'll be sure to follow you back.

Enid: [chuckles] You better!

(Y/N happens to be looking around the festival and sees his sister chasing after Rowan.)

(Y/N): I got to go. I found Wednesday...and she may need me.

(He starts walking away.)

Enid: Wait-

(He turns to face her & starts walking backwards.)

(Y/N): Let's do this again sometime, yeah?

(He turns back around & runs in the direction where he saw Wednesday chasing Rowan. He arrives in time to see Wednesday on her knees, beside Rowan's body.)

(Y/N): Holy shit.

Wednesday: (Y/N)...?

(Y/N): I...saw you chasing Rowan so I followed you. And then I heard a snarl, I'm just glad you're okay. Of course I'm sad about Rowan.

Wednesday: For once I'm actually glad to see you, brother.

(Y/N): It would be after a murder.

(Cut to them back at Nevermore where Wednesday explains what happened.)

(Y/N): Rowan tried to kill you to stop some prophecy but before he could finish the job some monster killed him?

Wednesday: A good summary.

(Y/N): My first week has been a lot better than yours.

Wednesday: No kidding. Let's see. I narrowly avoided death twice.

(Y/N): Twice?

Wednesday: I discovered our father may be a murderer, learned that I could potentially destroy the school, and was mysteriously saved by a homicidal monster. As much as it pains me to admit, our mother was right. I think I'm going to love it here.

(Y/N): Damn, wish I recorded that.

Wednesday: You're pushing it.

(Y/N): Sorry.