The sound of mild hissing could be heard inside the infirmary. Inside, Y/n is seen with a cotton ball and isopropyl alcohol as he daps the cotton ball on Wednesday's cut which caused the female in question to hiss at Y/n.

"Try your best to endure it, it'll be over quickly" Y/n states as he cleans the remaining parts of Wednesday's wound "I don't need your help" Wednesday spat as she slightly looked away from Y/n.

"Your form has gotten a bit sloppy" Y/n points out as he took a bottle of iodine and coats another cotton ball "It's you who's at fault. Your blade seemed to have been misaligned" Wednesday deflects.

Wednesday then felt a hand on her chin as her head was moved to look back at Y/n who was mere inches from her.

"A master who blames his instruments for their failures is no master at all" Y/n spoke as he applies the iodine to Wednesday's wound "That's not where I wanted my attack to land, and you know it" Wednesday accused "I know. I wouldn't want to add another victim to your imperfect record"

"Your patronizing attitude is unwanted" Wednesday responds "You never change, do you? Does asking for assistance beneath you?" Y/n questions "I'd die before asking for your help"

"And with the way you're acting, I have no doubt about it" Y/n rebuts before gathering the supplies used and handing them back over to the nurses.

"You're Wednesday right?" Wednesday turns around to see Rowan sitting on a stool as a nurse takes his blood pressure. "Rowan" he introduced "I know how you feel"

"I guarantee you don't" Wednesday assured "My mother promised me I'd finally fit in somewhere" Rowan sighed "I never thought it was possible to be an outcast in a school full of outcasts. Looks like you're gonna give me a run for my money"

"Uhh...sorry about the knick" Rowan points to Wednesday's wound "No good deed goes unpunished" Wednesday says before grabbing her coat.

On her way out the door, Y/n met up with her, stopping her from exiting.

"You sure you don't need me to come with you?" Y/n confirms "I've done well on my own" Wednesday replies before walking past Y/n and out of the infirmary.

Y/n exits the infirmary a few seconds after Wednesday, walking past a water dispenser where a certain hand crept around to the side as he watched Wednesday and Y/n walk their separate path.

Entering the male comfort room, Y/n leans over a sink and watched his reflection in the mirror. Looking deeply into his eyes, Y/n let out a feint blue glint from his irises before flickering yellow. Y/n then recoils violently and gasps.

Y/n's eyes began to flicker rapidly, flashing blue and yellow multiple times before dropping to his knees and hunching over the sink once more.

As Y/n gasps and groans, Y/n's appearance slowly morphs. His long hair shrank back to his short disheveled hair, and his cyan highlights fades back to his blonde highlights.

"Never getting used to that" Y/n pants. Suddenly Y/n's eyes flashes purple as his voice took a higher pitch "Oh, come on. When can I get a turn?" Y/n? Mopped before shaking his head and leaning further into the sink. "Not now..."

Turning the faucet, Y/n splashes his face with water, calming his nerves as he looks at himself in the mirror, noticing the scars around the symbol on his chest as it peeked through his unbuttoned shirt. Y/n fixes up his shirt, making himself more presentable before exiting.

Upon reaching the rainy outdoors, Y/n spots Rowan hiding in the corner, seemingly deep in concentration. Upon further observation, Y/n hears a feint sound of stone scraping against each other.

Looking to the source of the sound, Y/n spots a gargoyle inching closely to the edge and about to fall onto an unsuspecting Wednesday. Putting two-and-two together, Y/n decides to act and intercept Rowan.

"Bakufu!"

With his index and middle finger outstretched, Y/n points to Rowan and cast a spell. Rowan was then trapped by an invisible force, restricting his movements and breaking his concentration as the gargoyle neared the edge.

"Gr...What do you think you're doing?" Rowan groans as he struggles against the invisible force "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm stopping you from hurting Wednesday" Y/n answered, his eyes glowing a faint red and with coldness in his tone.

"You don't understand, I'm trying to save Nevermore" Rowan defended "Taking one life to save others? How original of you Rowan" Y/n rebuts.

Rowan struggles against the invisible force once more, pushing to turn his head to the side to face Y/n.

"You! Yo-You're the..." Rowan exclaimed, "Now you listen and you listen well. That girl just so happens to be someone I need to reconcile with. And I cannot do that with her 6 feet beneath the ground!" Rowan's restraints were then tightened, restricting his breathing even further.

"Okay okay! I promise I'll stop, just let me go!" Rowan pleads. Y/n heeds Rowan's plea and uncast his spell, sending Rowan panting to the ground to regain his breath. As he gravels on the floor, Y/n walks over and stands over Rowan before leaning down close to him.

"Breathe a word about what transpired here today, and you're gonna wish being an outcast among outcasts was the least of your worries" Y/n threatened "I won't...I promise" Rowan panted, "Maybe...If you could conjure THAT form, then maybe there's a chance that we'll-"

Y/n's anger suddenly reached a boiling point, as his eyes glowed a deep red. He then cuts Rowan off by grabbing his collar and bringing him up close to eye level.

"I WILL NOT BE A PART OF YOUR RIDICULOUS GAME!!!" Y/n bellows "You will not drag me into whatever scheme you've concocted in your head like a silly pawn, because I am THREW being used!"

The harsh red glow then dissipates from Y/n's eyes as he pushes Rowan to the floor once again.

"Get out of my sight" Y/n demands "I-" "Now! Before I change my mind!"

Frightened, Rowan scurries to his feet before running away from Y/n. Turning back to the courtyard, Y/n caught Wednesday putting away her umbrella before entering her dormitory.

"The things I go through because of you" Y/n sighs.

Now inside her dorm, Wednesday sat back at her desk, working on her novel once again. The sound of the typewriter clicking away with Wednesday's careful button press.

"You do know I can feel you here" Wednesday calls out "We are soul bound, remember?"

"What? I save you from nearly getting crushed by a gargoyle and I don't even get a thank you?" Y/n appears beside Wednesday, leaning against her desk "Talk about being grateful"

"I'm not obligated to thank you, because I didn't ask for your help" Wednesday stated, the typewriter then lets out a click, prompting Wednesday to push the slider back to the left "Plus, I knew you would step in eventually"

"How so?" Y/n inquires "Because...you never disappoint me" Y/n suddenly dug his fingers deep into Wednesday's desk, causing her to look to the corner of her eye to stare at the male whos eyes flashed a red tint yet again. "We've not talked for years. Don't you have anything to say?"

Plenty. Wednesday could write a novel on the amount of things she wishes to say to Y/n, but even then it wouldn't be long enough.

As she stares into Y/n's eyes, she begins to reminisce on how the two end up they way they did.

Flashback

A young Y/n was running through the dense forest, half naked as shackles wrapped around his ankles and wrist, the chains shattered indicating his escape from his captors.

Miles upon Miles, Y/n ran, not looking back, trying to get out of the dense forest and into civilization. Every gasp was seemingly a desperate and exasperated cry as his legs and lungs started to give out.

It was when Y/n spots a clearing in the distance, invigorated with new energy pushing him to sprint to the end.

But when he makes it out of the forest, he was shocked, as the infrastructure stood before Y/n was the last thing he had hoped to expect.

The Addams Family Manor

"I-wh-wha-How did-!?" Y/n stuttered, confused and shocked.

Were my kidnappers hiding in their backyard?

How am I here already?

Am I hallucinating all of this!?

What the hell is going on!!?

The snap from a small branch pulls Y/n out of his thoughts. Turning to the sound, he spots Wednesday standing in front of Y/n, showing as much concern as she can physically could through her eyes.

"Y/n...you look like you're under a lot of stress" Wednesday pointed out "You have no idea..." Y/n replied "Let's just, get you home"

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The moment Wednesday placed her hand on Y/n's shoulder he felt a surge of electricity though his body, one he felt very familiar. Too familiar.

"No..." Y/n grimaced "Y/n. Don't make this difficult" Wednesday reasoned "Let's just-"

"No!" It was this moment that Y/n's eyes switched color, swapping his normal black iris for firey red.

"It's YOU! You did this to me!" Y/n exclaimed "What are you-" Wednesday questioned, which only fueled Y/n's anger even further "Don't you dare come any closer!" Y/n screeched as his eyes shone a deeper red "I trust you with my life, and THIS is how you treat me? Experimented like some morbid guinea pig"

"Y/n, that's not what I was doing" Wednesday defended "Is it!? So all your weasely attempts of torture is your way of showing affection?" Y/n asked rhetorically.

In an instant, Y/n closed the distance between him and Wednesday before grabbing her by the collar and pulling her close.

"Don't even think about trying to redeem me. Because there is no REDEEMING me" Y/n scowls before dropping Wednesday to the cold soil. Y/n's eyes slowly reverts back to his normal iris color as he looks down solemnly at Wednesday before setting the course of their relationship.

"I think it's best if we meet new people"

Those mere words casted a shadow onto Wednesday's heart, devastating her in way she thought were possible.

"Yo-You mean-" Wednesday starts to choke on her words, her seemingly iron will breaking apart "Goodbye...Wednesday Addams" Y/n bids farewell before turning away, back into the woods.

Before he could venture deeper, he looks back at Wednesday, seeing her starry eyes begging Y/n to come back, only for Y/n to press on. This led to him looking own to his exposed chest, seeing the name that minds him and Wednesday together.

In a feeble attempt, Y/n dug his fingers around the symbol engraved on his chest, trying desperately to claw it out. However, it only left him bleeding. Defeated, Y/n wipped his bloddy fingers on a nearby tree trunk before walking further into the woods.

Flashback end

But her heart seems to be against the idea, deciding to cast aside her emotions and put up her snarky cold persona

"I thought you've made yourself clear, you said it yourself 'There is no redeeming me'" Wednesday stated "And here I thought we can finally move past that" Y/n sighed "What made you think that? Has your insatiable lust become uncontrollable that it had distorted your basic cognitive functions?" Wednesday questioned, leaving Y/n dumbfounded. "I...What? No. Was that even English?"

"Even in English you fail to comprehend the reality of the situation" Wednesday said, switching her language from English to Spanish "Now that's just showing off" Y/n replied, also in Spanish

"Nice to see your Bilingualism is still well polished" Wednesday noted before putting her attention back on her novel "In any case, even if it weren't true. It'll only be a matter of time before it does" she stated "Alright, wanna bet on it?"

With a final click, Wednesday removed her fingers from the typewriter and focused her attention back to Y/n.

"Whoever falls in love again first loses. Loser gets to do what the winner orders them to" Y/n proposes "So, think you're up for it?"

"What a stupid and childish proposal. I refuse" Wednesday dissed before resuming her novel. Y/n's iris flashed once again, this time in a luscious purple tint. "Meh. I guess you're right" Y/n shrugs.

Thinking that they had reached a conclusion to their conversation, Wednesday starts to slowly concentrate into her novel, letting her mind freely write to her heart's content.

"I mean, no one has ever resisted my masculine wiles" Y/n boasted, this catches Wednesday off guard, causing her to accidentally press a letter on her typewriter, misspelling a word in her otherwise perfect novel. Which irked her to her very core.

"The only wiles that you have is that of a belligerent preschooler" Wednesday dissed as she shoots up from her seat "Well what's it gonna be then?" With a wide grin, Y/n stared down at Wednesday.

Seeing the situation, Wednesday sucked up all her disdain and stared back up at Y/n coldly.

"It'll be a cold day in hell when I admit defeat to you of all people" Wednesday declared "Try not to fall for me while doing so, yeah?"

Scutter scutter scutter scutter scutter scutter

The sound of shuffling quickly caught the two's attention, causing the two to whip their heads to the source of the noise. Around Wednesday's bed.

"Bakufu!" after casting his chant towards Wednesday's blanket, a finger poke out of the blanket.

Pulling the blanket off her bed, Wednesday unveiled a stiffened Thing, who's seemingly frozen in place in a scurrying position.

"I knew it. Hello Thing" As Wednesday leans over to pick up the dismembered appendage, Thing looked to be struggling against an invisible force, hoping to avoid Wednesday's grasp.

Inevitably, Thing is taken into Wednesday's hands, prompting Y/n to dispel his cast. This causes Thing to resume struggling, aiming to break free from her grip.

"Did you think my highly trained olfactory sense wouldn't pick up on the faint whiff of neroli and bergamot in your favorite hand lotion? I could do this all day" Wednesday then walks over to her desk before pinning the hand down onto the wooden table. "Surrender?"

Thing taps on the desk rapidly, signalling his surrender to Wednesday's will. Satisfied, Wednesday lets go of Thing before stepping back, aiming to sit on the chair which Y/n swiftly pushes towards Wednesday before adjusting the spotlight to shine on Thing.

"Mother and Father sent you to spy on me, didn't they?" Wednesday pressed, Thing begins to sign as a response, denying the claim "I'm not above breaking a few fingers" she threatened coldly, causing Thing to shutter.

"The fact that they thought I wouldn't find out proves how much they underestimate me" Thing then lays flat on the desk before signing once again, aiming to defend Gomez and Morticia. "Oh, Thing, you poor, naive appendage. My parents aren't worried about me" Wednesday stated "They're evil puppeteers who want to pull my strings even from afar"

"The way I see it, you have two options. Option 1" Wednesday grabbed Thing by the wrist once again as Y/n prompted to open her drawer "I lock you in here for the rest of the semester, and you go slowly insane trying to claw your way out, ruining your nails and your smooth, supple skin" Thing begins to struggle against Wednesday's grip, trying desperately to avoid being locked in the drawer as evident by the scratchings Thing leaves while trying to break free.

"And we both know how vain you are. Option 2" Wednesday places Thing back on her desk as Y/n shuts the drawer back in before resuming his position next to Wednesday. "You pledge your undying loyalty to me" With the choices laid out, Thing chose the latter. Curtsieing before Wednesday and Y/n.

"Our first order of business is to escape this teenage purgatory" Thing begins to tapo on Wednesday's desk again, singing if Wednesday has a plan in mind. "Of course I have a plan. And it begins now"

"Leaving already? Might as well forfeit while you're at it" Y/n taunted "You hold your tongue, unless you want to see me rip it out" Wednesday threatened "Oohhh, Kinky~" Thing begins to tap yet again, gaining the two's attention, signing how happy it made Thing feel to 'see' the two back together.

"Hate to avert your expectations, but we're NOT back together in a romantic sense" Wednesday corrected "At least not yet" Y/n chimed "Falling for me already?" she questioned "You wished it were that easy" Y/n scoffed.

Pulling up to Jericho in a black minivan, Wednesday is seen in the passenger seat with Weems sitting in the driver seat in a disguise. Weems then carefully pulls over to the sidewalk, parking infront of a white building.

"Dr. Kinbott's office is on the second floor. Other Nevermore students swear by her" Weems stated "You'll be here until I'm done?" Wednesday queried "Perhaps afterwards we can visit the Weathervane for hot chocolate" Weems suggested "Principal Weems, this feeble attempt at bonding is beneath you" Wednesday stated before stepping out of the vehicle "And chauffeuring your students around is below your pay grade"

"Given your history, I'm sure you're intent on running away" Weems theorised "I'm here to prevent that from happening"

"I wish you luck" Wednesday then shuts the door behind her before entering the building, unknowing of Y/n's presence who had appeared out of thin air just a few blocks away.

"I read the notes from your school counselor" Dr. Kinbott stated "Mrs. Bronstein. She had a nervous breakdown after our last session and had to take a six-month sabbatical" Wednesday replied. The two then made their way to the couch.

"Go ahead and take a seat" Dr. Kinbott encouraged to which Wednesday complied "How did you feel about that?" Kinbott questions "Vindicated" Wednesday stated. "But someone who crochets for a hobby isn't a worthy adversary"

"Adversary? I hope we can forge a relationship based on trust and mutual respect." Kinbott insisted to which Wednesday scoffs at the idea "This is a safe space, Wednesday.

A sanctuary where we can discuss anything" Dr. Kinbott assures "What you're thinking, feeling,

your views on the world, personal philosophy"

"That's easy I think that this is a waste of time" Wednesday answers "I see the world as a place that must be endured, and my personal philosophy is kill or be killed"

"So, for instance, when someone bullies your brother, your response is to dump piranha in the pool" Kinbott brings up "You know the old saying, never bring a knife to a sword fight" Wednesday recites "Unless it's concealed"

"Point is, you assaulted a boy, and showed no remorse for your actions. That's why you're here" Kinbott stated "He lost a testicle. I did the world a favor. People like Dalton shouldn't procreate" Wednesday defended "I've answered all your questions" Wednesday stood up from the couch and went to leave

"We're not done yet" Kinbott objected, prompting Wednesday to sit back down and stomach the session "Therapy is a valuable tool to help you understand yourself" Kinbott began "Therapy is a valuable tool to help you understand yourself"

"I know the life that I want" Wednesday rebuts "Tell me about it. Everything said in these sessions is strictly confidential." Kinbott encouraged once again, "Do your plans involve becoming an author? I understand you've written three novels about a teen girl detective, Viper De La Muerte" Wednesday seemed to be uninterested by the current topic, as evident by her eyes constantly jittering to the side "Can you tell me about her?"

"Viper is smart, perceptive, chronically misunderstood" Wednesday listed "Any luck getting your work published?" Kinbott asked "Editors are short-sighted, fear-based life forms" Wednesday stated "One once described my writing as gratuitously morbid, and suggested I seek psychiatric help. Ironic Isn't it?" she said "How did you take that?"

"...I sent her a thank you"

Wednesday then recalls to her first critique, remembering the set of moustraps she had planted in her "gift" in secret, causing a horrific scream to come out from the reviewer the moment she receives it.

"I've always been open to constructive criticism" Wednesday boasted "I'm glad to hear that" Kinbott commends "Because I was sent the manuscripts as part of your psych evaluation. The relationship I found most intriguing was that of Viper and her mother, Dominica" Fearing the topic of the next combination, Wednesday starts to become weary, flicking her eyes around the room, letting out a few blinks as she does so "Why don't we dig into that?" Kinbott then sees how unsettled Wednesday "Part of this journey requires us going to uncomfortable places emotionally"

"I don't travel well" Wednesday responds "Would you mind if I use the powder room first?" Dr. Kinbott then gestures for Wednesday to proceed, giving her the opportunity to slip out of the room.

Locking the door behind her, Wednesday took a step back to recollect herself before becoming eager to make her escape. However her hastefulness causes her to knock over a candle by the sink, causing a loud crash to ring out the room.

"Wednesday, is everything okay?" Dr. Kinbott checked up on Wednesday from her seat "You can't hide for the rest of the session"

"I'm all right. Just preparing myself for our uncomfortable journey" Wednesday responds before directing her attention to her backpack. "Nail file" on que, thing pops out of her backpack and hands her the requested item before ducking back inside her backpack.

With her desired tool at hand, Wednesday began picking the lock on the bathroom window. Once a click was heard, wednesday opens the window before crawling out, reaching the rooftop of the building.

Wednesday walks over to the edge of the building, looking over to survey the area and spotting Weem's van still parked outside Dr. Kinbott's building. Enacting her plan, Wednesday began climbing up the ledge to slide down the pipe that ran on the side of the building.

But right as Wednesday was about to walk on the edge, she felt a violent tug on her backpack, causing her to fall backwards and slamming into the culprit of her near demise.

"Shouldn't you be in therapy?" Wednesday looks up to the person she had bumped into and saw Y/n, wearing a jacket and blazer along with a pair of sneakers and jeans, with a skeptical look on his face "I was about to execute my plan, thank you very much" Wednesday said, she then shrugs Y/n off her backpack before stepping away and glaring at him. "Or perhaps I should execute you instead for attempting to ruin it"

"Oh? If you do that you won't find out how I got up here" Y/n pointed out, perplexing Wednesday. Seeing her puzzled look, Y/n gestures behind him to reveal a fire escape ladder "All buildings should have a fire escape. Or were you not aware of that?" he asked "Of course I knew that" Wednesday rebuts "Then why does it look like you're about to slide down a pipeline?"

"...Let's just go" Y/n steps to the side as Wednesday storms off to climb down the fire escape. Reaching ground level, Wednesday began brisk walking, staying light on her feet while remaining inconspicuous.

However, as Wednesday's eyes remained on Weem's vehicle, she accidentally bumps into an elderly man, knocking over his crate of apples. Upon contact, Wednesday's head shot upwards, living through a vision of an accident that took the elderly man's life.

Once Wednesday was back in control of her body, she found herself in Y/n's arms as the elderly man looked frightened by their presence as evident by the scattered apples and the man running to the driver seat of his truck and driving away.

"Keep your eyes on the road now!" Y/n bids as the truck drove off in the distance "What was that about?" Wednesday ponders, causing Y/n's attention to turn back to Wednesday "Oh, that uhm..."

As Wednesday was amidst her vision, the elderly farmer hisses at the envisioning teenager after noticing the Nevermore uniform "Who let you out?"

This caused Y/n's eyes to shine bright red, catching Wednesday with one arm before grabbing the farmer by the throat with the other. "I'd watch what I'd say if I were you, 'less you want your soul to be the next thing to harvest" Y/n threatened, causing all the color on the farmer's face to fade to white.

"We just had a quick chat, that's all" Y/n deflected "Hmm...Whatever you say" Wednesday shrugs. She then removes herself from Y/n's arms before continuing her escape. As hewatches Wednesday walk away, Y/n turns to the side, catching his reflection in a store window.

"What was that all about?" Y/n spoke to his reflection. The reflection in question begins to change as we pan across Y/n's back. Now, his usual attire differed in the reflection. Swapping it out for a 2 piece suit with the collar unbuttoned and shirt untucked.

"I don't like it when other people touch my stuff" The reflection spoke "Territorial, noted" Y/n chimes "Look I don't know how to get this point across. But we're trying to win the bet here" he reminds...Himself.

"I fail to recognize my position in all of this, seeing as I've not accepted this petty feud you and Wednesday have" the reflection said "'Fail to recognise'? Dude you're me. I find that very hard to believe" Y/n deadpanned

"In any case. I refuse to be a part of your childish bickering" his reflection stated "Whatever, still doesn't explain the fact that you're all of a sudden over protective of her" Y/n points out "I just don't like it when others feel they can be better than me. A replaceable asset." The reflection replied "Speaking of Replaceable..."

Y/n's reflection then dissipates as everything shifted back to normal, this gave him the chance to spot Wednesday entering the Weathervane cafe.

Inside, as the customers enjoy their coffe in peace, a machine hisses violently, startling the barista. The barista, male and wore the cafe's brown uniform to go along with his shaggy brown hair, begins to tinker with the machine, with the instruction in hand, to try and fix the machine's issue.

Which only proved to make the matter worse as a violent gust of steam clouds the barista's sight to which Wednesday instantly appears before him.

"Holy Crap!" the barista exclaimed, startled by Wednesday's immediate presence "Do you make it a habit of scaring the hell out of people?"

"It's more of a hobby" Wednesday corrected "You go to Nevermore. Didn't realise they changed the uniform" The barista points out "I need a quad over ice. It's an emergency" Wednesday ordered, to which the barista looked on in confusion. "It's 4 shots of expresso"

"Yeah, I... I know what a quad is, but, spoiler alert, the espresso machine's having a seizure, so all we have is drip" The barista said "But drip is for people who hate themselves and know their lives have no real purpose or meaning" Wednesday stated.

Right as Wednesday spoke, a man with a mug in hand had just poured himself a cup of his coffe. The man then puts down his mug and the thermos down onto the counter before leaving, the sound of the door chimes followed soon after.

"What's wrong with your machine?" Wednesday asked "It's a temperamental beast with a mind of its own, and it doesn't help that the instructions are in Italian" The barista said. Wednesday then walks over, around the counter and took the instruction manual from him.

"I need a tri-wing screwdriver and a four-millimeter Allen wrench" Wednesday assessed "Wait, you read Italian?" The barista questioned

"Keen observation" Wednesday and the barista turns to the new voice in their conversation and spots Y/n who is seen tinkering with the expresso machine "But I believe a baboon can deduce the same, Tyler"

"Just the man I was looking for" Wednesday uttered. As Y/n's attention was on the machine before him, Wednesday observed the blue pigment in Y/n's eyes along with the blue highlights on his hair along with his signature glasses. A few minutes go by and the violent fizzing of the machine fades. "There. All fixed"

"Didn't know you were good at fixing these kinds of things" Tyler wondered "It helps when you know someone who owns a steam-powered guillotine" Y/n replied "Are...are you joking?" Y/n shoots Wednesday a look before looking back to Tyler "...Yes, yes I was"

Y/n then tosses the tools back to Tyler before slamming a bundle of cash down on the counter.

"I'll have a triple to go with her quad" he ordered "We'll just sit by the window" without another word Y/n left the counter with Wednesday close behind. Once they arrived at their booth, the two sat across one another.

"I require a favor" Wednesday stated, not a second after sitting down "And you came to me? I'm flattered" Y/n kidded. The two then sat in silence, with Wednesday subtly glaring at Y/n as he kept his collected persona.

"Here're you guy's orders" Tyler chimed as he walks to their table and placing their respective drinks in front of them "Can I get you guys anything else?" Tyler inquires "A nice round of silence would be appreciated" Y/n spat out of knowhere, this caused Wednesday's cheek to slightly twitch, fighting the urge to smirk at the male before her.

"I need the quickest mode of transportation out of this town" Wednesday spoke, breaking the prolonged silence "We-"

"Taxis are a no show at Jericho, it's by choice" Y/n interrupts "What about trains?" she inquires "Closest statio is Burlington, just a few hours away" Y/n answers "Do you have any associates that own a vehicle?" she pressed "The closest I can think of is Principal Weem's van. But good luck hotwiring the van without getting caught"

"You're about as useful as a book to a blind person" Wednesday sighed "I gave you all the information you've asked for. It's not up to me whether you find it satisfactory or not" Y/n rebuts "Great. Now how am I suppose to get out of Jericho?"

"Uhm...I have a car" Tyler spoke, causing Wednesday and Y/n to turn and face him "You're still here?"

"Uhh, I never left" Tyler stated "Hey, uh...If it isn't much trouble for you I can drive you to Burlington" he suggested, before Y/n could voice out his complaints the door to the cafe open once more as 3 men dressed as Pilgrims walked up to Y/n and Wednesday's booth.

"What's 2 Nevermore freaks doing out in the wild?" The first pilgrim, who looked to be their leader, dissed "This is out booth" the second pilgrim added

"Why are you dressed like religious fanatics?" Wednesday asked blatantly "We're Pilgrims" the third pilgrim answered, confused by Wednesday's question "Potato, Po-tah-to"

Y/n decides to observe the three pilgrim wearing humans carefully, getting ready to strike if the situation calls for it whilst taking a sip of his drink.

"We work at Pilgrim World" the first pilgrim stated as he slid a flyer towards Wednesday, who merely looked down at said flyer before looking back to the pilgrims surrounding them "It takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide" Wednesday spat.

"My dad owns Pilgrim world, You calling him stupid?" The pilgrim accuses "If the buckled shoe fits" Wednesday responds.

"Guys, back off" Tyler intervenes, only to be pushed back by the pilgrims "Stay out of this, Galpin" The pilgrim exclaimed "Yes, stay out of this" Wednesday then stood up from the booth and stood face-to-face with the first pilgrim.

"So tell me, freak... you ever been with a normie?" the pilgrim threatened "I've never found one that could handle me" The two stared at one another, Wednesday quickly noticing the pilgrim's twitching face out of nervousness, to which Wednesday exploited to tremendous effect.

"Boo!" The pilgrim was immediately startled, shuffling back, which caused the second pilgrim to react, reaching over to grab Wednesday by the shoulder.

This prompted Y/n to shoot up from his seat and tossed his expresso directly to the pilgrim's face. "Now that's no way to treat a lady"

Looking past Wednesday, Y/n spots the first pilgrim about to lunge at Wednesday whilst another pilgrim goes to ambush Y/n while his back was turned.

In sync, Y/n and Wednesday side steps and before delivering a swift kick to the pilgrims's abdomen, knocking the wind out of them as they lay on the ground, the second pilgrim still squirming from the spilled expresso.

"Where'd you two learn those kung fu moves?" Tyler asked "My uncle taught me. He spent five years in a Tibetan Monastery" Wednesday said "Was he a monk?" Tyler guessed

"Prisoner" she corrects. The door to the cafe swings open as a pair of heavy boots walk up to the scene.

"Dad!" Tyler turns to acknowledge the new customer, only for him to see his father, who happens to be Jericho's sheriff.

"Tyler, the hell's going on in here?" The sheriff questioned "They were harassing a customer, and she put them in their place" Tyler defended "These..dynamic duo looking couple took down three boys?" The sherif queried, a groan then caused the sheriff to turn from Tyler and saw that Y/n nursing his head, his highlights turned blonde in an instant. "We're not a couple, just wanna make that clear" Y/n corrects.

"Did you help them?" The sheriff pressed, turning his attention back to Tyler "Dad, I swear I wasn't involved" Tyler proclaimed.

After the commotion, Principal Weems ran into the cafe, distressed. She begins to scan around the cafe until she laid eyes on Y/n and Wednesday.

"Apologies, Sheriff" Weems announced "These...two? slipped away from me. Come on, Miss Addams, Mr. L/n, time to go" deducing that it's better to get caught by their principal instead of the authorities, Wednesday and Y/n went ahead and followed Weems out the cafe.

"Wait a minute, hang on" The Sheriff halts "You're an Addams? Don't tell me Gomez Addams is your father?" Wednesday and Y/n turned to the sheriff, intrigued as to how he had came about of Wednesday's father.

"That man belongs behind bars for murder" he states "Guessin' the apple doesn't fall far from the tree"

In that moment Y/n's eyes flashes red, the next thing Wednesday saw was Y/n's hand violently shooting outwardsm towards the sheriff, only to be held back by Y/n's arm.

"Argh...sorry 'bout that. My arm's just feeling bit numb. You know...for being jumped" Y/n excused as he wrestled his arm back "Can we go now?" Y/n turned to Principal Weems, to which she nods before leading the two out of the cafe.

Before Y/n could round the corner, his hand grabbed onto the door frame violently, causing Y/n to be violently pulled back.

"hehe...Thanks for the coffee" Y/n plays off as his hand reach out to the Sheriff once more "you guys take care!" he then pulls his arm back before following after his principal.

When they finally hit the road back to Nevermore, Weems can be seen in the driver seat with Wednesday and Y/n sitting in the back seat.

"Okay, you need to stop" Y/n began with his head hanged, prompting Wednesday to look over to Y/n "You taking control over and over again is starting to piss me off"

"If it weren't for me we would've been laughing stock by those pilgrims" Wednesday defended "And I refuse to become a run-off-the-mill joke by some normies"

"Oh, don't get me started with you!" Y/n exclaimes as he raises his eyes from the ground, Wednesday then prepares to argue you Y/n, only to be surprised to see him turning to the window on his side of the car. "Don't even think for a second that with your bougie ass dress up makes you better than both of them, you-"

Weems looked to his rear view mirror and sees Wednesday stumped expression.

"Mr. L/n was diagnosed with Multiple personality disorder by Dr. Kinbott" Weems brought up, causing Wednesday to turn from Y/n and towards Weems "Something about childhood trauma. That's all Dr. Kinbott could disclose"

Inside Y/n's mind, he could be seen facing his two other personalities. His rapier form looked to be wearing a formal suit and blue feather ornament, and his other form, who wore a fur coat, jeans and boots, opting to be shirtless underneath the coat.

"Alright, from now on, no more suddenly switching bodies" Y/n proposed to his personas "And that includes you too!" he calls out, not to 2 of his personas, but to someone else. "Aww....but I haven't even got to have a turn" a disembodied voice whines.

"We all know it's only a matter of time before you do" Y/n reasoned "And why should we listen to you?" Y/n turns to his more boastful persona, who crosses his arm "Because it's MY body" Y/n argued "Following that logic, it's also MY body, as well as HIS" Y/n's more refined personality chimed in "After all, WE are YOU after all"

"Yeah, but if it weren't for Wednesday's torture you all wouldn't even exist" Y/n rebuts "Speaking off, ever since she came back, all of you seemed pretty active. I mean, I understand if it's him" Y/n gestures to his boastful persona "But you guys? No offense Cocky me" his boastful persona scoffs.

"Are we done? I have other things to do" Y/n's boastful persona stated "I too, have other matters to attend to" Y/n's refined persona doubles "Attend to what!? We are literally sitting inside a car driving past an accident"

"He's got a point" The disembodied voice chimes in "I still think that little bet you made with Wednesday is a bit foolish. Childish, even" Y/n's refined persona points out "Second it" said his boastful self.

"What? You guys think I'll lose or something?" Y/n queried "Yes!" Y/n's personas respond with extreme eagerness. "Screw you guys"

"Do we still have our electric guitar that we stole from that homeless guy?" The disembodied voice asked "Still can't believe that guy had an electric guitar" Y/n muttered "Or the fact that he took over just to snatch it from him" the refined persona added "OOHH! Maybe it was Jesse Kramer!" the voice said, rather excitedly. "It could be..."

Y/n then felt a tap on his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts to turn to the side, to see Wednesday, who had moved closer towards him.

"I need you to sneak out after we arrive to Nevermore " Wednesday whispered, surprising Y/n. He then looked towards Weems, who remained focused on the road "You have got to be kidding me?" Y/n whispered back "I need to get a hold of Tyler to finish my plan" Wednesday stated.

"And why am I the one doing your dirty work? Why can't it be Thing?" Y/n deflects "Thing is gonna be a bit preoccupied with my Cello. Which leaves me with you" Wednesday responds. "Why you- Fine..." Y/n sighed.

Taking out a piece of folded paper from his pocket, Y/n hands it over to Wednesday. Intrigued, Wednesday opened it and it was revealed to be a phone number, causing her to be intrigued.

"Call that number when I tell you to" Y/n orders "Is this the faint sting of jealousy I'm feeling from you?" Wednesday queries "Don't get the wrong idea, that ain't Tyler's number, it's mine. And I'll need it to travel back to Nevermore" Y/n corrects "And how does a phone number help you with transportation?" Wednesday follows up "Just trust me"

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