Jericho: Weathervane

With a new lead but no direction in which to get there, Wednesday finds her Nevermore Uniform heads to a coffee shop where she found out her father is suspectd of murder, in order to hopefully ask the right people she suspects has that information. Having to wear the badge is..... harmful, but she'll take it any day over some cheep and measly attempt at pilgrim's attire. She steps inside and finds it not as crowded as it usually is. Guess it's the hour where everyone's over at other sides of the town.

She stops briefly when she notices a weird set of placed adds on a board hooked up to the wall. One of them features a weird looking psychic. The story of one's own life, would you want to know how it ends? Easy, her answer is no. Once the unpredictable becomes predictable, life is no longer worth living.

"Look what the black cat dragged in." Someone chimes in from behind, and Wednesday turns around to see Y/N staring at her from the counter. He squints at her for a second, as if trying to quickly find out who her leader is. "Let me guess, you made yourself the German translator anyway?" 

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Wednesday responds, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing what she was up to. Y/N nods skeptically in response. "I deserted it while my sanity was still intact."

"Oh, you mean helping the spread of obesity isn't your thing? That sure stumps me." Y/N remarks with a cheeky grin. Foul, but not one of the pranks that Wednesday would conjure up. She would come up with something much more ambitious, as she's sure everyone at Nevermore knows. "So what, you're trying to switch jobs? Or do you want me to make you a coffee?"

"I'm actually here for Tyler." Wednesday answers with her arms crossed, making it look like she's here for business only, anything but pleasure. Y/N slowly nods, his smile somewhat twisted at the mention of the Galpin's first name. 

"Of course, why am I not surprised? Let me guess, you want him to help you escape again?" Y/N guesses with a knowing smirk, before seeing the look on Wednesday's slightly surprised face that confirms it. "Yeah, he talks a little too much. Most of the time it's about somebody." He explains, a hinting lace in that tone of his. "But I guess you don't care about that too much, do you?"

"Who I speak to is my business." Wednesday simply states with a look that encourages her not to get into hers, someone may think he's trying to isolate her. Y/N sighs with a shrug as he grabs a towel, just wishing that she wasn't one of the people that was blind to his obvious traps. "Besides, everyone has a secret to hide, like the one you're hiding with Divina."

Y/N freezes the second that name is mentioned, slapping the counter. "I knew that was you!" He exclaims as he marches towards her. He should've realized what it meant when Xavier was in the shower, but the lights were all off, along with his diary suddenly being wide open, a careless mistake he never makes. "Sneaking into a boy's dorm, really? That doesn't sound very classy of you." 

"Somehow, something tells me that I'm not the only one guilty of sneaking around."  Wednesday guesses as she squints at Y/N for a reaction, who doesn't bother hiding it, knowing that she won't care about it anyway. "Tell me, why does Bianca's best female-Siren have such an odd interest in you."

"Why do you care?" Y/N asks with a raise brow, wondering if the tables are suddenly turning on him. "I thought you heard all of the context you needed. Or do you think it's supposed to mean something with your investigation?" 

"The only thing it means is that you have incredibly bad tastes." Wednesday reports with a denying blank stare, however, Y/N finds himself humming in a way that lets her know that he's wondering if that's really case. "Though it may also be that I'm currently trying to figure out what she saw in a boy like you anyway, and what you saw in her." 

"Who I talk to is my business." Y/N whispers venomously as he menacingly steps closer. Now, the two are a little bit closer than they probably should it, but it's probably because of the reason that others aren't thinking of right now. "Oooh, rebuttal." He quips with a whistle. "What are you looking for?"

Wednesday states at him, seemingly not all that bothered by whatever attempt he's making. Instead of answering that question, she reaches over and taps on the bell, and no more than two seconds later, Tyler Galpin pops out of the back. "You rang?" He quips with a smile, before awkwardly squinting just how close the two are to each other, until Y/N finally separates and walks away, having gotten the hint that she doesn't want his help. "You want the usual?" Tyler asks the second he's out of earshot.

"And some help." Wednesday half-confirms, pulling out the map of the local area setting it down onto a table which Tyler follows her gaze curiously. "You know the original Pilgrim Meeting House, the one from the 1600s?" She queries as she unfolds the map in front of him. "Do you know if it's still around?"

"What's left of it is out in Cobham Woods." Tyler answers with a small shrug, though talks hesitantly, like he has a bad feeling about whatever reason Wednesday has to take an interest in that place. "But, it's pretty much a ruin."

"Show me." Wednesday requests as she steps back, though it sounds like a police order rather than an ask for directions. 

"Uh, there." Tyler says as he steps forward and points at a location marked as deep woods according to the dark shade of the grass. "But.... look, it's kinda sketchy." He mentions with a look that doesn't advise this plan, as if having forgotten who Wednesday is. "Squatters and meth heads use that place as a crash pad. My dad has to clear it out every couple weeks." He explains, before squinting her. "What's this about?"

"Nothing." Wednesday quickly and blatantly lies as she takes the map and puts it back to her bag, causing Tyler to chuckle. Once again, for someone who sneaks around a lot, she doesn't do a very good job at hiding it. 

"You're really becoming obsessed with this whole, 'monster in the woods' thing."

"Would you rather I develop an obsession with horses and boy bands?" Wednesday asks with a look, to which Tyler shrugs touché. He didn't say he doesn't find that to be out of character for her. "Thank you for the help."

"Hey, listen, uh the ruins are kind of tricky to find." Tyler brings up before Wednesday starts to leave for her little mission. "But I could take you this afternoon, my shift ends in two." 

"Principal Weems would hang, draw, and quarter me if I miss the big statue dedication." Wednesday brings up, the main reason as to why she doesn't feel like waiting this time around, along with what happened last time when she did. "And as enticing as that sounds, I'd prefer to keep a low profile."

"Is it that, is it that you want the survival compound guy over there to guide you?" Tyler asks as he nods over at Y/N, who Wednesday glances over to see is currently wiping down a table, not paying any attention to them. "If so, I wouldn't recommend that. That guy has a bad history with the wildlife."

"You mean the way he got his nickname?" Wednesday assumes correctly, showing him that he's fully aware about Y/N's criminal past and that everyone keeps talking about it. Tyler tries not to nod, but she can tell that she's right on the money. "Don't worry, I wasn't planning to. Last person who put their hands on me ended up becoming Thing."

"It's not just the girl, about what he was actually handcuffed for." Tyler mentions with a slight shifter like he's getting goosebumps, once again peeking the girl's interest. "He, uh.... the busted a guy's nose in when he caught him.... you know, making advances." 

"You believe he actually did it?"

"You mean, going by what happened after?" Tyler questions with a confident nod. "Y-Yeah, yeah, I do."

"If, so then you definitely have nothing to worry about." Wednesday tells her with an unphased expression. "People like that fear me, not the other way around. Ask the wannabe jocks in the pool." She references, causing Tyler to nod with a soft chuckle. "Besides, I know my way around the great outdoors."

"Don't tell me you were a Girl Scout?" Tyler asks with an amused brow.

"I could eat Girl Scouts for breakfast." Wednesday remarks, which also reminds her of her own family. "Actually, I have an uncle who went to prison for that." She mentions before turning around and walking away like that was such a casual thing to say. She passes by Y/N, and two share a pointed look with each other, obviously suspecting the other of being up to no good. 

Tyler then turns to Y/N. "Hey, can you-"

Suddenly, the espresso machine lets out a huge gust of steam, causing almost everyone in the shop to jump. "Holy-!"  He exclaims as he stares at it wide-eyed, praying that it's not broken again. "Hey, can you get-"

When Tyler turns back around, Y/N is now gone. The guy drops his shoulders with a sigh. "Are you f-"

*HISSSS!*

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Wilderness: Old Jericho

The birds squawk from above as they fly over Wednesday who is currently making her way through the wilderness. Like said before, she knows her way around the woods, and tracking the path that leads to the old meeting house. Whatever she may find in there, she hopes it will explain the historic part of this investigation. 

When she walks in, however, she finds the place more broken down than even she predicted. She drops her backpack, and Thing steps out, and he makes a very similar comment. "I was expecting more too." Wednesday agrees, looking around and the torn walls, the lack of a floor, and an obvious lack of anything that looks like it would have the Codex Umbrarum hiding behind it unless it was buried into the ground. She should get a shovel from Jericho at some point, given how often she investigates the woods.

"Who are you talking to, little girl?" A menacing voice questions behind her, and Wednesday turns around to find a dirty looking squatter glaring at her like a man who's property has been infested by rats. If she recalls correctly, she feels like she saw this mean leaving the Uriah's Heap earlier with a camera, weather he got it honestly remains to be seen.

"Use the words 'little' and 'girl' to address me again and I can't guarantee your safety." Wednesday threatens the man with a cold stare. Even her enemies at Nevermore know better than to describe her with that combination of words. 

"This is my place!" The squatter declares protectively, angry at what feels like to him is a massive invasion of privacy. Wednesday may not be scared, but she knows that this man might actually resort to low-tempered methods to get her to leave. "Get out!"

"Thing, a hand here?" Wednesday requests, and the hand quickly obliges by lunging forward and grabbing the man by his massive beard. The squatter yelps in fright as he tries pulling him off, but Thing maintains a strong grip and even pulling on his gums and hair. This causes the troublesome obstacle to stumble away, screaming as he desperately tries to get the unique creation off of her.

Wednesday then gets back to staring around the burned house, however, after the squatter leaves, the shadows of an unseen figure pass by the cracks of the ruined wood planks. Their feet slowly step around until they enter the doorway, where a hand then slowly creeps over the girl's head, looking ready to grab her.....

"Pssssst!"

Wednesday swiftly turns around to Y/N L/N who quickly steps away from her upon seeing her alerted expression. "It's just me." He tells her with his hands raised, almost like she was gonna tase him or something. Why was he the one that just jumped there?

"Do you have a habit of constantly showing up in the woods where I'm around?" Wednesday questions as she squints at him suspiciously, before glancing around at the den for 'meth heads and squatters'. "Or have you considered finding a new calling?"

"Trust me, if I was on drugs, everyone would know." Y/N responds with an unamused look, before looking her up and down with a perplexed expression. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just about to ask you the same thing." Wednesday tries deflecting it back to him, though Y/N crosses his arms, indicating that it's not going to be that easy.

"You first." 

"You please, I insist."

"You mean you haven't eavesdropped on me to figure it out?"

"If I did, you wouldn't know." 

Y/N presses his lips together as he sighs due to the constant back and fourth they are sharing. This isn't getting him anywhere. "I read at the Weathervane that the Cravens owned the actual meeting house, so I came here to see if there's any weird symbols attached to the walls."

"Out of curiosity?" Wednesday questions doubtfully, to which Y/N shrugs as an non-answer. This makes her brows drop slightly as she stares at him. "Don't take me for a fool."

"And don't take me as someone who wants to share every tiny thing with you." Y/N responds with a face that almost seems to be mocking her deadpan staring of him. "Unless you're willing to talk about your psychic visions, don't me about my motives."

Wednesday blinks before glancing down at the ground. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh please, don't start. The fact that someone like you considered putting 'me' and 'Chosen One' in the same sentence is a dead giveaway." Y/N calls her out with a look, using hand gestures as if they are the words themselves and mushing them together. "Only a psychic would believe another psychic. Oh, and seeing you go into shock and paralysis for a total of five seconds helped me out too."

"Guess you're used to actual shock, considering the way you handled that boy who spotted you that one time." Wednesday remarks as she stares at him with her arms crosses, causing Y/N to bitterly chuckle as he knows what he means by 'that'.

"Are you gonna tell me, or are we just gonna keep playing 'spill the other's secrets'?" Y/N questions in an impatient manner, really wanting to get on track. Wednesday mentally sighs as she paces around the house, glancing idly at something only to still find nothing. "Did something on Rowan's glasses bring you to the library?"

"Does it matter? So far, everything I've been led to has concluded with dead ends." Wednesday states in a slightly frustrated voice, knowing that she isn't going to find any Codex book here. Just vermin and ashes. "Like this pathetic excuse for arson."

"I think you're dismissing things a little early." Y/N quips with a humorous smirk as he glances around, surprisingly more optimistic about the scenario than she is, despite not finding what he's looking for either. "Have you tried checking for visions?"

"You mean touch something and hope for the best?" Wednesday questions with a tone that judges him for thinking that it's so easy. Did the psychic really suggest something so Normie? "It doesn't work that way. My visions seem to happen spontaneously."

"Aren't your parents also psychics? One of them, anyway?" Y/N mentions with a curious brow. "Have you asked them?"

"I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice." Wednesday instantly shoots down with a glare, then she raises a finger right as Y/N opens his mouth. "Yes, I know that you would love to see that."

Y/N laughs before shrugging as if accepting defeat. "Good to know you're always open-minded."

"You will not cease with this line of questioning, will you?" Wednesday asks as she stares blankly at Y/N, wondering why he cares about her visions so much or why he seems so interested in them all of a sudden. "You want to use me as information? Oh, please, let me drop everything and offer my undying services." She then sarcastically deducts from him, touching random places of the building for the sole purpose of proving him wrong.

"I'm just saying..." 

"No." Wednesday shakes her head as she touches an old table, deciding to keep going anyway. She touches the center pillar.... "No." Then she touches the wall above the old fireplace. "Nothing." She then walks over, and finds a Taco Bell take out back, likely belonging to the squatter. "Ah, I bet this will give us some real insight." She sarcastically comments as she holds it out in front of him, purposefully mocking her 'symptoms' by shooting her head back and pretending to be shocked on purpose. 

Y/N swallows as an awkward silence takes over, before asking an honest question....... "Did it work?" 

Wednesday blinks. 

"No." She dryly answers, throwing the bag which bounces off Y/N's face. "You know, for someone who's also a psychic, you appear even to lack more knowledge of the field than me." She comments critically before walking away towards the door....

Only to go into shock when she touches it.

"Oh crap!" Y/N exclaims as he quickly runs over and catches her before her head almost lands smack on a rock that could've popped her skin open. He sighs in relief as nothing bad happens. "Wow, I hope to lord that she is ready for the 'I told you so'." He quips to himself as he sets her down in a more comfortable position for when she subconsciously comes back. 

As he steps backwards, thinking about what he's going to do now, he hears a sudden bump coming from the ground he stepped on. Y/N glances down, getting a very perplexed feeling. He taps his foot down, nice enough, but then he stomps down on it, and hears an echoing thud as if he just stepped on wood. 

Humming, he uses his foot to scrap dirt and rocks out of the way until he finally gets the hint of a handle belonging to a make-shift basement door. You know, like the one door for Evil Dead. "Lookie, lookie...." Y/N mumbles to himself as he decides to literally get his hands dirty and dig through the earth to eventually reveal the entire thing. However, judging by how easy it was, no shovel needed, it's almost like this was actually covered by someone else, not by mother nature herself.

Either this was made recently, or someone has crawled down recently before him.

He opens up the basement and finds a ladder that obviously hints that this was made by someone years ago with a lot of time to spare. This must've been here long before the place was burned down. Y/N crawls down and pulls out his flashlight, the only source of light that can help him see through this puddle of darkness. That's when he notices some kind of archway that was clearly covered up with dirt. Was this some kind of secret tunnel that someone didn't want other people to use any more? Before he can come up with an answer, his foot then comes into contact with something, and he looks down.....

Finding Mr. Craven's dead body.

"Oh shit...." Y/N quietly exclaims in shock as he quicky looks away, feeling his body already reacting to the sight of another corpse. "No.... no... not this time...." He whispers frantically to himself. By what he saw for those first few couple seconds, Mr. Craven's throat was slit, a method of murder that was done by a Normie. "Someone lured you here.... to silence you." He realizes.

Maybe new master.....

Question is, was it the caller, or someone else? And what someone trying to clean the Craven house? Looking around other place, he also notes how barren this is, aside from a table with nothing on it. Whatever used to be in here has now been taken and put somewhere else. Does someone really hate the family that much, or is it something about their legacy they wanted?

Someone at Jericho..... framing Nevermore.... framing us.

Y/N shakes his head frantically, needing to get out of here before the Hyde starts trying to crawl more whispers to his head. He can't be listening to him right now, he needs quiet. That aside, he still has to ask.... What is going on with this town?

Before he can find an answer to that question, he hears harsh footsteps coming from outside of the burned house. He looks around, thinking it was the squatter or Wednesday, but she's still on the ground, and it feels more like he's being watched. He squints as he notices something fading through the cracks. 

Blinking, he slowly steps over and peeps through the cracks, hoping that was just his imagination....

Until the monster's massive blood-soaked eye suddenly pops into view.

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Wednesday meanwhile, finds herself not receiving a massive set of flashes, but instead, feels completely lucid as she's now surrounded by what looks like a completely different world than the one she was in a few seconds ago. Standing up from her knees, she looks over and spots a crowd of pilgrims armed with torches and pitchforks surrounding someone who they throw to the ground. She hears the sound of light feminine grunts and thuds, something that sounds a little too much like hers.

 "Burn her! Burn her! Burn her!" The crowd chants as they raise their elements of fire above. Worried that she might be seen even in this.... whatever it is, she quickly hides herself behind a barrel while watching the perplexing scene in front of her. Eventually, there's a small angle from behind the crowd where she finally sees the cause of all this anger..... the girl herself from her vision and the painting, and once again, she looks exactly like her.

"Stand aside!" A loud male voice commands as the entire crowd breaks to give way to a pilgrim with a cape to add flair to his presence, signaling himself as someone who's important to this community. Wednesday can recognize him plain as day from the posters and pictures she's seen, that's Joseph Crackstone himself. "Goody Addams!" He roars the girl's name, revealing her to be sharing the same surname as the girl watching his scene. He carries his staff with authority. "You have been judged before God and found guilty. You are a witch, a sorceress, Lucifer's mistress herself. For your sins, you will burn this night, and suffer the flames of eternal hellfire!"

"I am innocent. It is you, Joseph Crackstone, that should be tried." Goody Addams proclaims in her innocence, looking up at the man as if he's the devil's advocate, not the other way around. "We were here before you, living in harmony with the nature and the native folk. But you have stolen our land. You have slaughtered the innocent. You have robbed us of our peaceful spirit!" She yells at him with a fury, slowly peeling down a hidden shive from under her sleeve. "You are the true monster! All of you!"

She then sends it towards Joseph's face.....

Only for her wrist to be caught mid-swing. Everyone gasps at the attempted assassination while Goody looks up to see a boy his age smirking at her. Wednesday squints deeply at him, and is honestly shocked when she finds him looking exactly like Y/N. "Almost, Addams." He quips before twisting her wrist, causing her to whimper in pain before he smacks her back to the ground. "But your instincts are too slow for you to wield such a blade."

"You tried to kill me, you witch!" Joseph roars as he points wickedly at her.

"Chaxwell, you cynical traitor!" Goody growls at her, angry tears rolling down her cheeks as she stares up at him. "We're the reason you're still alive! I was the reason you weren't chained like an animal! How could you do this?" She questions with a passion that is completely stung by betrayal. 

"What I've been created to do." Chax answers with a dark expression, someone that isn't going to change their mind, but also like someone who doesn't want to. "You and your friends have put on a fair chase, love, sad that I don't get to do it myself." He remarks sadistically before grabbing and forcing her in front of Joseph, easily able to keep her together in spite of her struggling against him.

"The Devil may send such a demon...." Joseph growls menacingly as he leans down to glare daggers into her eye sockets. "And I will send you back!" He declares, slamming his staff down like it is a gavel in a courtroom. The crowd cheers and roars as Chax effortlessly drags her towards the old meeting house, where everyone clears a path for the two to open the doors.

"No! No!" Goody cries as she desperately tries to break free to no avail. Once the doors are open, she gets to see all of her fellow Outcasts that have been thrown into the building with her. Wednesday blends into the crowd before sneaking behind a massive stack of hay, watching as Goody is the last to join the group, landing on the ground with a harsh thud.

 "YOU ARE ABOMONATIONS IN THE DEVIL'S GRIP!" Joseph accuses with toxic rage in his voice as he stands before all of the 'guilty' ones, glaring down at them all like pests that need to be checked out. "I will not stop until I've expunged this new world of every Outcast! Godless creatures!" He promises, before glancing over at his servant. "Chax..."

"Yes master?" Chax replies calmly, staring at everyone with black and voidless eyes.

"Do what I have created you to do!" Joseph orders, prompting the boy to nod before robotically stepping like a puppet who has his strings pulled.  The pilgrims then close the doors behind them, and a loud clank signals the doors to be bolted shut. Wednesday is somewhat confused, by judging by the shaking and silent whimpering from the Outcasts, they are aware of what's going to happen, as Chax slowly takes off his attire all the way down to his underwear so it doesn't get ruined. Then, he groans as bones begin to snap, and his eyes grow in size. Now Wednesday understands.

The Monster.

"Goody!" Wednesday and her doppelganger hears their name being called, and she watches as Goody frantically looks around and sees an older woman that slightly resembles her.

"Mother!" Goody exclaims as she tries over to her, trying her best to get rid of her chains that all of the other Outcasts carry. However, her efforts prove to be useless with her bare hands alone. 

"There is no time, child." Goody's mother tells her, knowing the dark certainty of her situation. "Leave me, save yourself. He's chained us all to the floor." She tells her, and although Goody looks down to see the tightly connected restraints, she still pleadingly shakes her head, not wanting her parental figure to give up. Wednesday glances between them and the transforming monster, wondering if she's accidentally risked the same fate.

"I shan't leave without you!"

"Please! My sweet lamb!" Her mother grabs onto her shoulders, not wanting her to throw her life away when she has the means to escape. She points to safe place that only they can get to, the basement door. "Run! Run as fast as you can. You are our only hope!"

Wednesday watches as Goody runs past the entire crowd, pushing past them until she gets to a basement door where she swiftly crawls down and locks herself inside. She plans to follow her, but is then deafened by the recognizable roar of the monster that killed Rowan. She snaps her head around and goes wide-eyed at the sight of the same form, the only difference being the hair and the shape of the head. 

He roars at everyone, and everyone screams before he descends upon all of them.

It grabs Wednesday and slams her against the ground.......

When she looks back up however, feeling no more heavy weight on her, she doesn't see herself in the massive barn anymore. Instead, she's in some kind of open field, unable to see more than two feet ahead of her due to all of the fog that surrounds her. Suddenly, the figure of Goody Addams runs out of the fog and straight towards her, now suddenly able to see her.

"He won't stop until he's killed us all!" Goody tells Wednesday frantically, looking like she's seen a ghost. But then, she glances behind her and now looks like she's become haunted. "He's here...." She shudders in terror, prompting Wednesday to turn around....

And see Joseph Crackstone marching towards her. Also seeing Wednesday, he steps in front of her with a bloodlust distain. "There shall be no escape for you!" He declares as he brandishes his staff. 

Wednesday steps back until she trips and falls to the ground.....

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Y/N runs through the forest as he can hear the monster chasing him. His grunts, his footsteps, his claws scratching against the trees, they are nothing new for his ears yet they feel deafeaning everyone time he hears those damn sounds. He keeps sprinting for dear life until he trips on a branch and falls onto the grass and mud below, temporarily getting him stuck.

As he forces himself back up on his feet though, he turns around and finds that the creature that was chasing him is gone. He knows that was also a Hyde, the way it moved around, the way it postured itself, it felt so familiar, something that he would do when he would..... lose control. But now, it's gone, yet he still hears things, but they feel like they are coming from different directions at once. Is he being circled like a shark's prey?

Use your fear...... call to me....

Y/N breaths heavily as he frantically jerks his head around, trying to get even a glimpse of it and failing to do so.

You need me! Give in!

"No...." Y/N defiantly shakes his head, telling himself that he doesn't need, that he'll survive this as a normal human, that if the monster really wanted him dead, maybe it would've killed him already. But, thay maybe doesn't really help his case.

Stop being a coward! You need power to survive! You need Hyde!

"No, I don't!"

Then your friends will die! And it will be your fault!

"NO!" Y/N yells before suddenly hearing something coming up from behind him and throwing a punch....

Almost socking Wednesday in the face if she doesn't grab it in mid-air. She squeezes and twists it, causing Y/N to groan in pain before she sends him back, causing him to fall on his ass again. "Glad to know I'm not the only who screams at my imaginary friends rather than simply talking to them." She remarks while the boy calms himself down and gets his breathing pace back to normal. "Who is yours?"

"Where did you come from?" Y/N interrogates as he glances up at her curiously, glad she's here, but also still remembering watching her pass out in a way that literally embarrassed herself in front of him. "H-How are you still alive?" 

"Why? Were you trying to kill me?" Wednesday queries with a raised brow, to which Y/N rolls his eyes, that obviously not being what he meant. "If so, join the line, but be advised, it is starting to grow exponentially lately."

"Forget I asked." Y/N says with a dismissive wave. Wednesday then stares at him with a pointed look.

"You avoided my question."

"Because I don't wanna do questions right now." Y/N states to Wednesday with a look that pleads for her to not instigate another debate between them right now. All he wants at the moment is to go back to Jericho and face whatever punishment awaits him, assuming that he's that late. "We gotta get out of here before that monster shows up."

"Why the rush? I think the monster is fairly calm by now." Wednesday suggests in a very oddly-calm tone, even for her, causing Y/N to turn back around and stare at her with a raised brow. Is she being serious right now? "I doubt we will be hurt."

"What are you talking about?" Y/N questions her like she's crazy, glancing around and all of the places it could be right now as heavy rain starts falling down around them.  "Did you not see the big creature you've been talking about sprinting around?"

"I saw it, and I avoided it. But I've also now learned that the monster is human, a pair of muddy footprints when from animalistic to human in a manner of seconds." Wednesday shares with Y/N, showing that she's slowly growing more knowledge about the species, and that she might be getting closer to his secret. There's also, of course, the transformation itself she saw in her new type of vision. "I also think that it's currently human as we speak."

Y/N blinks, taking a moment before realizing what she's trying to fail at being subtle at. "You think it's me."

"You casually believed my story when others did not, and as much as I appreciate that, the fact that you've constantly showed up everywhere the monster has tried to attack me but disappear when he shows up is.... questionable at best." Wednesday brings up to defend her suspicious, but Y/N sighs as he feels like it's about something else. "Also, you have a history of violence."

"Oh, for the love of...." Y/N mutters, cutting himself off as he takes a really deep breath so he doesn't lash out at her. "All of what Nevermore, Jericho, and the rest of this planet is saying is bull, all right?" He insists for what feels like the millionth time. "I didn't grab anyone, I didn't force myself on anyone, and the only physical assault I did was to defend a girl from being hurt herself."

"So you say." Wednesday remarks in response to all of that, despite how serious Y/N was about it. He drops his shoulders, mentally defeated as he wonders why he's trying to even get through to her, why he keeps assuming that she'll listen to some kind of reason.

"You know, girls like you always seem to think that you're different from all the other ones, but truth is you're all the same." Y/N criticizes her in front of her face, no longer caring about how she feels after hearing it. Wednesday blinks in response, squinting at him as if asking what he means by that. "You act like the whole world's against you when in reality, you have more power than you really deserve. One word from your lips and..." He snaps his fingers. "A life could be ruined, a man lose his job, a man can lose his friends, his respect, his dignity. But that doesn't matter to you, does it?"

"I don't think I'm different from anybody else." Wednesday retorts, causing Y/N to cross his arms, waiting for what line she's going to come up with. "I know I am, everyone reminds me about it everyday."

"And so says all the rest before you!" Y/N shoots her down, knowing she was going to say something like that. "Well, newsflash, you still have a family that loves you. There's a rare few who want to be your friend despite you creeping everyone out, heck, you probably have a best friend who treats you like a sibling." He calls her out. Wednesday glances down as if dismissive, but he knows that she can't deny it. "You didn't lose all that much, Wednesday. You have everything." He reminds her, stepping closer so that she's looking him in the eyes. "I don't."

With that, he then turns his boots and walks away, not caring about how harsh the rain is as he makes his way back, he's used to the pouring waters. 

Wednesday meanwhile, clenches a fist. 

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(A/N) New chapter!

I know it took long once again. I usually have to work out after school every other day, so writing happens late, on the weekends, or not at all. So, we'll probably have more waiting time in-between chapters, at least until the final week of December is upon us.

We've also got to see Y/N's ancestor (and maybe doppelganger?  I don't know, I've been watching Vampire Diaries lately) Will he play a part in the history as much as Goody does? That's the plan, but things get changed as the ride goes along. Speaking of which, I hope you enjoyed this one.

Plz vote and comment, any kind counts as feedback, and I'll see you in the next one!