Nevermore: Ophelia Hall

It seems that everyone has figured out how to use her own spells against her today. First, Y/N keeping secrets, and now Tyler collecting blood debts from her. It must be her un-lucky day. She steps down the dorm's hallways to go into her room so she can change into her casual winter attire, knowing that she isn't going to need to be putting on much for this 'date' since Tyler certainly won't. This isn't the Rave'N.

However, when she steps inside, she finds yet another stranger in her room, sitting on her desk's chair. "I like this book, the fact you're able to use what's happened, like, ten minutes ago to tell a story is mighty impressive." Y/N comments as he puts the pages back in the drawer before standing up to face her.

Wednesday stares at him for a second before glancing at Thing who sheepishly crawls up onto Enid's old nightstand, signing that he assumed she would be fine with him showing up. "Thanks to you, I will never sit in that chair again." The girl remarks to Y/N, that one having had more value than all of the chairs in the classroom combined until his buttocks were placed on it.

"I heard you were going on a date with Tyler." Y/N brings up, chuckling at her witty line. He ambles around the room, eyeing all of the stuff both girls have added to their respective sides of the room. "Took you long enough to say yes, don't you think?"

"It's not a date. It's a quid pro quo for almost getting him disemboweled." Wednesday retorts rather quickly, making Y/N raise a brow at her. "In case you want to forget about what happened at the Gates mansion, which you haven't explained your side of the story of."

Y/N hums as he puts a hand to his chin. "So..... does that mean, you also owe me and Enid for when that monster showed up and almost killed me too?"  He asks with a seemingly hopeful voice, causing Wednesday to glance down as she realizes she may have backed herself into a corner here.

"I won't lie and say that the thought hasn't crossed my mind."  Wednesday quietly says in a way of admitting she may or may not have suggested that. "Just know that it's only one favor, and my generosity has its limits."

"So...... head pants without getting my hand cut off is out of the question?" Y/N queries curiously, earning himself a dead glare from Wednesday. "Got it." He accepts with a nod, definitely has her limits. He looks over at the empty desk, noticing something off with it. She follows his gaze and thinks she knows what he's thinking about.

"I haven't opened it yet." Wednesday confesses with a slightly ashamed face, but tries not to make it so obvious to Y/N. "Figured you would've wanted my critique insight." She claims, though she's not sure if that's the deeper truth. During that night, she fell asleep on her shoulder, and woke up in her bed. Part of her always felt weird when she touched it, it's way too strange of a mental reaction that even she doesn't want to try investigating it. 

"I can.... take it back, if you-"

"No." Wednesday almost immediately cuts him off, before quickly swallowing upon seeing the Y/N's look he's giving upon how fast she was. She ignores him and walks over to open the drawer she hid the gift in after Ajax saw it and puts it back in its original spot. Then, she unwraps it carefully, her interest peaking with each detail she uncovers.

It's a typewriter. Not just a normal looking one, but that's been given a black paint job as if someone went to a car garage and asked for a change of color to this object rather than a car. It also has 'Wednesday's Property' keyed into a side of it. "I figured you'd want to add or own threat for a subtitle." Y/N comments with a small shrug. 

Somehow, she can feel her heart increasing the pace of its beating as she stares at it. She never recalled telling Y/N about her old one that was having trouble, and yet, he ended up being the one that got it for her. Wednesday slowly turns towards the boy, glancing away for a few seconds when they make eye contact. "Thank you." She simply says like when she received the black dahlia, meaning it. 

"Don't mention it." Y/N humbly responds with a smile. "Make sure you have fun, I'm not an expert, but I bet the first date is like the first impression, it means everything." He drops some advice before heading out the door, wanting to see if there's anything about the case he missed before he hits the sack himself.

Wednesday simply nods before he's gone, the silence giving her a moment to think. It felt like a nice moment, so why is part of her a little disappointed? As she looks back at the typewriter's that's not sitting perfectly on her desk, she hears Thing's tapping and looks over to see him asking if she really likes it. "Of course I do, I don't need to hide my opinions." She states, which only prompts the hand to bring up that moment with the snoods and the fact that she had the same face she had when arguing with Enid earlier today. "I do not miss her. Friends are a liability and can be exploited. That makes them weaknesses."

Things is still suspicious that she's trying to hide her feelings, and signs if about if it's about Tyler and Y/N, and her being caught in the crossfire of their mini-war. "I am not caught in anything. Like I said, it's not a date, just a debt being paid." She retorts before stepping back. "Your job is to guard the diary while I'm gone. I'll be back as soon as I can." 

Thing gives her a thumbs up, allowing Wednesday to exit the dorm and go on her not-date.

Yeah, right.....

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Raven Island: Crackstone's Crypt 

Wednesday walks through the forest effortlessly, one knowing full well that she's not afraid of the dark. She uses the path she took with Enid to make it to the crypt on foot at a much faster pace than last time. For some reason, she feels like the trees are watching her as if they're some kind of teenage group themselves, gossiping about her attempts at trying something for the 'Normies' behind her back.

When she gets there, Tyler is waiting for her at the entrance, holding a lantern in one hand and a nervous smile in his face. "The last time somebody threw a surprise for me here, it did not go as planned." She warns him, in case he tries to do anything stupid.

"I guarantee you this one won't make you pass old cold." Tyler promises with a small chuckle, before pulling out a black rose out of seemingly thin hair and offering it to her. "But you do have to close your eyes."

"Are you serious?" Wednesday questions, wondering if the guy heard what she told him. Tyler shrugs with a cheeky smirk.

"Unfortunately." 

Wednesday looks down at the rose, conflicted about the idea of this surprise, but takes the flower anyway for the idea of its gesture. "I'm only doing this because I owe you." She claims with a hesitant face, causing Tyler to chuckle a bit as he then guides her to the doors.

"Okay, close your eyes." Tyler instructs, making sure she does first. Wednesday mentally rolls her eyes before complying, allowing him to then open the doors and guide her into the crypt. During which, she almost trips, though he manages to catch her wobbly step. "Easy." He chuckles before bringing her to the exact spots he wants her to be on. "Okay, right here. One second..." He says before walking away, the girl hears the doors' loud creak before they close and his footsteps going to multiple places as if makign sure everything's ready. "Okay, you can open your eyes now.

Upon his word, she opens her eyes and finds herself standing in front of a bunch of Christmas lights hanging across the walls. A blanket laying on the stairs, using them as comfy chairs, with filled popcorn bags sitting on them. Candles lay in front of the edges, adding some extra light and atmosphere. Tyler smiles until Wednesday turns towards him with a seemingly bewildered glint in her eyes. "What? No one's ever taken you on a picnic inside a crypt before?" He asks, having expected her to be a little bit more.... excited. He then walks over and pulls down some curtains, revealing the template for a movie, thus the projector sitting on the blanket. "How do you feel about scary movies?" He queries, causing the faintest hint of a smirk to appear on the girl's face until he straightens the device up and gets the wheels rolling. "Prepared to be horrified."

Thus, Legally Blonde starts playing on the projector screen, causing Wednesday's expression to change into one of horror. She stares at Tyler who simply gestures for her to sit with an expecting smile. Once their butts are on the stairs, she takes the popcorn basket while glancing at the guy who kickstarted this little operation, looking like she's asking what kind of PTSD is he trying to give her.

Tyler smiles brightly at her with a small chuckle, taking that as him succeeding in his mission, subverting her expectations in the best way possible. She eventually takes her face back to the screen, and he tilts his head as he watches her faces of disgust while they're still at the opening sequence. When she gives him a small glare, still only two minutes in, he just shrugs in a cheeky manner, awfully proud of himself. Wednesday mentally rolls her eyes as she somehow finds herself unable to stand up in spite of her reactions.

When she eventually starts getting closer, possibly using him as a shield to block out the horrifying 'blonde-ness' of this movie, Tyler's smile grows even bigger.

In his humble opinion, he thinks he's absolutely killing it so far.

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Nevermore: Old Art Studio

Y/N sits in front of the empty table that isn't covered with Xavier's art. He has the journals of the oldest Craven family member in front of him, going through each to see if there's any connection to them and the more-common books. But like that last entry said, the man took the secret of that special variant of Nightshade to his grave.

He knows he's just burning himself out at this point, and just pushes the books away, burring his face in his hands with a loud sigh. Why is he going on this long goose-chase? What can he do that can prove what happened in connection to the victims and their killers? What would be concrete enough for the cops to believe?

"What are you doing?" A voice chimes in, causing Y/N tense up a bit since he didn't hear the door open. He turns his head around and sees Xavier Thorpe staring at him with his arms crossed, wearing his Nevermore Uniform. "You look like you lost an argument with an orange cat." 

Y/N cracks out the most earnest laugh he's had in a long time. "I thought I could easily figure out why all of these people are dying, so people don't call me a clout-chaser and throw me out of Jericho." He explains with a shake of his head as he closes all the books, knowing it's hopeless. "Apparently, I should leave that business to the professional." 

"Looks more like you're just trying too hard." Xavier comments as he grabs a stool and sits down next to him, eyeing all of the old evidence he already checked a week ago. "If you already know that the trail has ended on his journals, you gotta somewhere else. Obviously, someone kidnapped and beat them into spilling the Nightshade?"

"And where exactly am I supposed to look?" Y/N asks him with his hands raised in a confused motion. "I'm trying to learn things about myself and an evil I can't exactly see with my own two eyes." He remarks bitterly, before noticing the weird smirk Xavier's giving him. "What?"

"Well.... You're becoming a lot like me." Xavier points out with a knowing look, causing Y/N to raise his brow, hoping he can elaborate on that. "A bitter prick."

Y/N blinks at him as if offended. "I am not a bitter prick."

"Oh, so then what was I? You thought I was avoiding Bianca because I thought she smelled bad?" Xavier sarcastically remarks as he points to himself. "Or what about Rowan?"

"So, that's what makes me a bitter prick?"

"Well, you're kind of doing the same thing I am, except you keep smiling like Patrick Bateman all the damn time." Xavier points out with a criticizing brow. "And just like his, it's obviously fake." 

"The point?" Y/N asks, to which Xavier shrugs.

"That you're a bitter prick."

"Okay, okay, listen, you had a much better reason for not liking me or Bianca at first." Y/N points out with a raised hand, even though he remembers being a little pissy as he was back then. "I'm dealing with a couple things that are out my control, this is completely different." He states. However, Xavier snorts at him in response.

"Right, because fate has to be blamed for you being way too scared to talk to Wednesday." Xavier sarcastically remarks, to which Y/N drops his head with a sigh, a little bit in shame. "Come on, the two of you have been taking each other for a ride since day one, the least you can do is tell her how you feel before you write this grand will and testament of yours."

"Relax, I'm not killing myself." Y/N reminds him, to which Xavier blows out some air.

"Could've fooled me..." He remarks, as if asking if what he's doing really is all that different. Does Y/N really think that the aftermath isn't going to be the same? The damage it will do? Even if it supposedly justifies what he's done?

"It's not that easy..."

"No, of course it isn't, but you were the one that got my head out of my ass, and encouraged me to actually go after what I wanted, not what I was afraid of." Xavier reminds him of the Rave'N, the most important yet tragic moment of their lives, along with the Gates mansion of course. "Don't you think you deserve to do this one good thing for yourself?"

Y/N rubs his forehead, slowly coming to the fact that Xavier's right, and he's just been walking around like he's doing something, when really, he's only ambling around like a headless chicken. He reaches into his page and pulls out his diary, ripping out one of the pages since this one isn't going to be some simple entry. No, this is a separate matter.

But heck, he's better at expressing himself in this thing, right?

He takes out a pen and opens it with his mouth before writing.

Wednesday, if you're reading this, then I guess I was just as much of a pansy as you probably pegged me for during that first encounter at the Weathervane.

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Raven Island: Crackstone's Crypt 

A running time of ninety-six minutes felt like 72 hours by the time the girl exposes the true culprit in court, and the final scenes then play. Once the credits roll, Tyler decides to finally grant her some mercy by turning off the projector before that genocide-inducing song plays a second time. In all honesty, though, that would've never been her on the witness stand, she would've easily made sure she shot the right person for her expert crime.

Isn't that ironic? I can go into a dozen suspected crime scenes, argue with you for hours, push your buttons the same way you push mine, but when I'm the one who needs to tell you something? I have to resort to a letter.

"That was torture." Wednesday comments, admitting that Tyler's tactic worked expertly. He turns to her with a proud smile, having had a feeling that he was going to nail this first date. "Thank you."

No, it's not because I'm afraid of rejection, we both know what the answer is going to be. I think, as cheesy as this sounds, it's because it's Wednesday Addams. Aka, you.

Tyler chuckles in response, before walking up to her, where Wednesday herself is able to hear the knot in his stomach. "Okay, don't hate me, but I'm just gonna come out and say it." He playfully warns her before taking a step closer, swallowing heavily. "I want us to be more than friends."

I mean, why wouldn't you say no, right? I'm basically disrespecting who you are. Kissing under the bleachers? Stealing glances in class? Going on cheap dates? That's like asking a porcupine to a massage parlor with its spikes perked up.

Wednesday takes a moment to process what Tyler just said, not as stupid to not see what he's suggesting. But.... her body goes into some kind of shock when she thinks of it, standing right in front of the guy who's put up with her behavior. "You'll get over it." She says, knowing that she doesn't deserve such thoughts about herself from someone else.

In fact, I bet once you read this, you'll scoff and roll your eyes, throwing it in the trash or handing it back to me and thanking me for giving you the best laugh you've ever had in such a long time. Love? That's your main enemy. And, honestly, I think it's mine too, that's why I'm writing this.

"Don't do that, discount my feelings." Tyler begs with that dork-y smile still on his face, making Wednesday immediately regret saying it. He knows that she knows that the reason he's helped her and still helping her after the Gates Mansion incident stems from more than just a mutual respect for each other.

But, you're right, I owe you the truth. So, if I can't say it you out loud, I'll do it the way I've always done it, writing. Here, is where I explain that the real reason I never backstabbed you, or kept helping you despite the signs that you were using me wasn't just because of my past mirroring your present. It was because that, every time you were around, my.... my darkest thoughts go quiet, and the only times I did lash out was when other people were hurting you. I felt.... protective.

"I'm not friend material, let alone more-than-friend material." Wednesday insists, knowing that she'll just be leading Tyler down a dark path if she makes the mistake of getting closer. She pulled Xavier and Y/N down it as well, and look what's happening to them. "I will ignore you, stomp on your heart, and always put my needs and interests first."

You were the one thing that made me realize that I didn't have to always be this Outcasts of Outcasts that was cool and edgy for the sake of feeling good about myself. When we shared that rainy night together, sleeping against your window, it was the best moment of my life ever since I was accused of something I didn't do. You're the only person that me forget I was miserable, that's probably when I realized what I was feeling.

"Hey, you can keep trying to push me away, it's not gonna work." Tyler tells her with a playfully defiant smirk as he takes another step closer, not going anywhere in spite of whatever walls she's trying to put up. 

But, come on, this isn't Twilight. The story doesn't end with the more-intimidating version of Bella Swan falling for the obvious monster Edward Cullen just because he said he likes her blood and wants to eat her alive. Or Elena immediately falling for Stefan and then Damon right after. This is right life, where things don't always go together, as much as I selfishly want it to.

"I almost killed you." Wednesday brings up something that Enid's mad at her for, only for Tyler to shrug.

"I survived."

"Beginner's luck."

"I'm tougher than you think." Tyler claims, being earnest about it too. Even he's got some cards up his sleeve that she hasn't seen yet.

You're not just independent, you're the strongest, reliable, most amazing woman I've ever met. And that means you've also got choices, and I'm tried of dragging this battle on for longer than it should be. Tyler's the better man, he helped you on day one, he was always there, I was always complaining. 

After a few seconds of silence, Tyler then finally decides to make his move, he leans forward, his breath breezing down Wednesday's cheeks until his face is inches away from hers. "You're making a mistake." She warns him a second time, to which the boy softly chuckles.

"Probably."

"Definitely."

And if you don't want to see me again after this? I won't be mad, sad? Maybe a little bit, but I'll get over it in the long run. Because the worst outcome I can think of isn't accidentally walking in on you with Tyler in your dorm room.

He leans even closer anyway, fully committing to what he's about to do. Wednesday tries to take a step back, but her body feels frozen while near the taller boy's scent. She doesn't know what she should do, so she lets it happen, Tyler's lips whispering against her own. 

It's the idea that you never knew the true me.

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"Wait." She abruptly says, causing him to freeze right before he presses on the glass window. She doesn't really say anthing after that, though, having a very, very hard time with her words. "I....." Is all she can really say before she looks back down at her knees in shame.

However, Y/N is able to read and get a clue as to what she's trying to say. He turns back and sits down next to her, his face as blank as his, but having the same kind of crack in his eyeballs. After a few minutes of feeling his presence so close to her, Wednesday slowly and somewhat awkwardly leans her head over until she's resting on his shoulder. The two of them don't say anything after that, but the silence is enough.

They leave the noise to the storm outside, the thunder crackling, the lightning zapping, and the rain dropping against the window with peaceful taps. Wednesday feels her eyes close as Y/N eventually realizes that she's using his head as a pillow. Now, he doesn't want to leave, not for anything in the world. He never thought something would actually potentially make him feel better in spite of what's going on in his mind right now.

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As if suddenly feeling her body's programming kick back into motion, Wednesday abruptly takes a step back. Tyler opens his eyes in confusion, eventually seeing that she purposefully backed away from him. He sees her eyes widened farther than anyone's ever seen them, as if she's just arrived to the biggest realization of her life?

"Wednesday?" Tyler utters, scanning the girl who looks like she's close to getting the youngest heart attack added to the world records book. "W-What's wrong?" He asks, a mixture of perplexation and hurt in his tone. "I didn't trigger another vision, did I?"

Wednesday swallows, finally looking him in the eye again. She almost kissed because she was imagining someone else about to take the honor. But this Tyler in front of her.

This isn't Y/N.

Saving her from having to come up with some sort of respond, the doors suddenly slam open, causing both of them to jump in brief shock as a few adult men pop out with guns, shining flashlights in their faces. Once they see that it's only a couple of teenagers, the man in the center squints. "What the hell?" Sheriff Galpin utters as it turns out to only be him and a couple deputies. "Tyler?"

"Dad?" Tyler responds, even more confused, while a disappointed Galpin drops his head with a sigh. "What are you doing here?"

"The school groundskeeper found a motorbike by the lake, it matches the description of the one the bank robber stole." Galpin answers, which probably explains why his radio is still buzzing like a busy bee right now. "There's a canoe missing, figured he might have holed up on Raven Island." He finishes, before glancing at the two obviously-guilty-looking kids. "I am not even gonna ask what this is, but I never saw the two of you here, you got it?"

The two just stand there, not able to move or say anything due to how awkward this is. Galpin just shakes his head and leads his boys out.

"Unbelivable..."

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Nevermore: Ophelia Hall

Y/N sneaks back into Wednesday's dorm room one last time. Thankfully, his experience makes it pretty easy on his shot, as he gets there in almost a minute if that's even possible. He uses the same entry he did earlier, and one he's in front of the hatch, he takes out his page folded into a letter and slides it through the cracks. However, that ends up setting off alarm bells in his head.

He finds the hatch moving with just a feint brush with his finger, causing him to see that it's already been opened. Squinting, Y/N pushes it sideways before stepping inside, finding the room to be completely ransacked. There are pages littered all over the floor, Wednesday's chair has been flipped on its side, Enid's furniture has been given harsh treatment as well, the cello and its case has been forcefully separated, the Addams's mattress is half-way off the bed frame, and the desk has seemingly punctured a hole in the wall.

Y/N recognizes these signs of struggle, having gone through them before but on a much lesser scale. A fight with a pissed-off Thing. That's when he sees blood on the floor, fresh blood, by the looks of it. Looks like he just missed the third party that didn't know of this place's security system. 

The door then opens, and Wednesday freezes when she steps in. "Y/N? What are you doing here.... again?" She asks him, but Y/N doesn't reply right away, his eyes informing her that he just got here too. Someone knew she had the diary and stole it from her.

She eyes the damage as well, plus the blood, and they both follow the trail to find....

Thing, impaled on a pillar by a knife.

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Nevermore: Beehive

Fester, thankfully having not been caught even though the authorities have found his bike he left in the woods from the track and follow mission, is sleeping in the Hummer shed when the door suddenly flies open and two teens rush in. "Fester! Uncle Fester!" Wednesday's frantic voice screams at him, quickly getting him awake. "Help, help, help! Thing's been stabbed, he's not moving!" 

That definitely gets him more wake as Fester shoots up from his position on the mattress and sees Thing bleeding out from the vein of his palm. "Get him on the table!" He quickly orders her, which Wednesday doesn't waste time in doing just that, swooping everything in the way, no matter the size, off of it before laying the wounded hand down with a towel as a blanket.

Watching the scene in horror, Y/N quickly snaps out of his trance, stepping back to drop his backpack he brought with him to the Hall onto the dirt, frantically going through it as something finally comes to mind, something he thankfully prepared for.

During which, Fester quickly starts rubbing his hands together, pretty much using them as deliberators to shock Thing with. The first time expectedly doesn't work, so he works up a second one and gives him another, to which the hand only jerks but doesn't move. "Oh, come on, Thing!" The man stressfully mutters as he works his hands to work up a more powerful voltage. However, the hand still doesn't respond to an inch of it.

"Hey, I got it!" Y/N quickly chimes up, moving right up next to Wednesday. He reveals a small bottle of something red, a dropper for it, and some stiches. "The Cravens taught me this...." He mentions as he collects some of the possibly alcoholic liquid. "You mind?" He requests first, and Fester gives him the table for a second. He dabs a little bit of it on Thing's opened stab wound, before using his stiches to close up the palm side of the two-sided hole. 

"Can you go any slower?!" Wednesday emotionally asks with her sarcasm kicked to the max, seeing how much Y/N takes his time while Thing has been fatally stabbed.

"Hey, fun fact, I'm not a pro Nurse or Doctor Freaking House!" Y/N shoots back, just as stressed as she is. Thankfully, he's able to stitch up the palm side before carefully turning Thing around, risking the move. He does the same thing, applying some droplets from the dropper before carefully stitching up the back-hand side of the stab-through wound. He once again makes sure not to rush himself in case he accidentally punctures something vital, but eventually, he's finished. "Okay, shock him again!"

Fester obviously takes the cue and rubs his hands again, preparing an even stronger voltage. He gives Thing a very strong shock that lasts more than five seconds and is sure to help the poor guy's veins pump in that blood at a faster rate, but even that seemingly isn't enough. After painful silence, the man exhales. "He's gone, kids..." He regretfully informs with a sad shake of his head.

Y/N rubs his face, defeated. He looks over at Wednesday who is shedding actual tears at this very moment, her world collapsing in front of her. "I'm sorry, I thought I could he-"

"No, he's not!" Wednesday quickly shuts him up with a raised finger, her eyes still on her most faithful companion. "Thing, if you can hear me....!" She grabs his towel and pulls his body closer to her face, her breathing unsteady as she tries to talk without fulling breaking down. "If you die, I will kill you." She promises before pushing him back towards her uncle. "Y/N closed it up, now do it again." She orders, though Fester blinks at her. "Now! Again, please!" 

In response to her unusually loud shouting, Fester quickly rubs his hands and gives Thing the same powerful and dragged on shock a couple more times. Y/N paces around, behind the crying Wednesday with his hand rolled into a fist while it's pressed against his lips, clinging to anything he believes in to at least spare one person in this line of constant tragedies. 

And then, after a few agonizing minutes...... Thing's hands begin to twitch, until they're moving again. 

Wednesday lets out a relived gasp while Y/N drops his hands with an incredibly grateful exhale to every religious figure in the world, knowing that whatever one is real granted his dying request. "For a minute, we thought you picked your last lock, buddy." Fester quips with a wide grin, before turning towards the L/N with a nod. "Thanks, kid."

Y/N nods back, it was the least he could do.

"Who did this to you?" Wednesday interrogates, her burning-wet eyes now brewing into a potion of ice-cold-vengeance. "Knifed from behind the back, cowards!" She seethes, should've expected as much. "I promise that whoever did this to you will suffer. And it will be slow...." Her voice cracks a bit from her emotions. "...long, and excruciatingly painful."

Thing shakingly responds by holding up a pinky, expecting her to follow up on that. Wednesday obviously swears to it and laces his finger with hers. "Oh, relax, he was obviously gonna live. Don't be so dramatic." Y/N comments with a scoff, causing Thing to sign a clever comeback. "What?! N-No! You were crying!" 

Wednesday then slowly stands up and turns around, before abruptly ensnaring Y/N into an unpredicted hug, getting Thing's blood all over his coat and uniform. He awkwardly clears his throat before slowly responding in kind. He glances up at Fester who makes certain gestures that earns him a blank stare from the teen.

Once she realizes what she's doing, she swiftly pulls back and goes into her usual standing stance. "That never happened." She swears, her eyes clearly threatening his life if he ever claims that she touched him.

"Hey, you don't need to thank me." Y/N responds before raising up two fingers. "I was merely guided by the latent chivalry, the tool of the patriarchy." He quips as he brings them back down to his hip with a cheeky smirk, no doubt thinking he was clever with that line.

"I hope I still don't owe you anything." Wednesday says while quickly wiping her eyes, causing Y/N to smile in response. "Because I feel like I do."

"Don't worry, I'm not fan of debt or enforcing them." Y/N assures her with a nod, an understanding between the two. Staring into her eyes reminds him of his original plan. "Oh! um..... here." He pulls out the letter from his bag and hands to her, which she takes without much mental hesitation. "I should go hit the sack before Vlad realizes I'm gone. But..... I'll probably be at the shed if you want the actual truth."

He gives them one more smile before walking out the door, leaving them to their own personal matters. Once he's gone, Wednesday takes in a massive inhale to bring back her straight face before turning around to face her Uncle Fester. "They found your motorbike, so.... the Sheriff won't be far. You need to go." She informs him, sadly cutting off their reunion short. "Maybe next time, steal something a little less conspicuous."

"Well, where's the fun in that?" Fester humorously remarks, earning him another look from Wednesday. "All right, I'll lay low here tonight, keep an eye on the patient, and... I'll skedaddle in the morning." He promises her with a sigh.

Wednesday nods, a tiny sniffle escaping from her nostrils. "I guess I'll see you at your arraignment or the next family reunion." She states with her hands crossed together.

"You'll always be my favorite, Wednesday." Fester makes sure to let her know, in case that wasn't clear.

"Make sure to tell Pugsley that, it'll give him a complex." Wednesday advises, prompting the two of them to share a bright smile with each other. 

Needless to say, that could've gone a lot worse.

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(A/N) New chapter already!

Yup, already a new one! This one wasn't as risky since I'm now approaching the weekends tomorrow, which also means I should be able to get part 4 out by tomorrow or the day after that, depending on what happens.

I think it's safe to say that there's now only a couple more scenes left before we get to the one we've all been waiting for. 

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