Some part of October was glad to have a stake out with his sister and Eugene. It was going to be just the three of them. It seemed like it was a better use of his time than going to some stupid dance.

So, he grabbed his throwing knives and throwing stars, some extra batteries, and made sure his phone was charged up before leaving with Eugene to go pick up Wednesday.

It was a surprise to find Tyler and Wednesday, in the dress from Uriah's Heap that he assumed was stolen at the entrance of the dance.

October was confused, "Nice dress." He wanted to add stolen in there, but he was sure that it wouldn't fly well with Tyler, the sherriff's son. Actually, Tyler would probably look the other way since he liked Wednesday, now that October thought about it.

Wednesday looked at them, "Eugene? October?"

Eugene sounded confused, "Wednesday, what's going on?"

Wednesday looked at Tyler with her eyes.

So, the stake-out with Wednesday wasn't going to happen. It looked like she was going to the dance with Tyler in the stolen dress, which was a nice power move.

"You go on," October stated. "Eugene and I—" He put his arm around Eugene's shoulders. He smiled, "We got this thing covered."

"Yeah," Eugene replied, still sounding confused, "Guess we'll check out the woods."

Wednesday gave October a look. You got your throwing knives and throwing stars?

October nodded, because there was a chance it was going to be dangerous.

Wednesday moved towards the dance with Tyler following her.

Tyler asked, "Your brother and his friend are staking out a cave?"

October and Eugene made it to the cave. October went to one tree with Eugene went to the other tree to wait.

Some part of him hoped the monster will show up. There were questions that October wanted to ask it.

Another part of him didn't want it to show up, because he didn't want to die.

"Eugene Ottinger and October Addams," Eugene said in a voice recorder. "2100 hours. No movement at the cave."

"No sign of the target," October added, twirling a throwing knife between his fingers.

A grasshopper started chirping.

"Although, I just heard a rare club-horned grasshopper," Eugene said in the voice recorder.

October was amused by that, "Do you want to see if we can catch the grasshopper?" It seemed a lot better than sitting around waiting for a monster to show up.

Eugene took a bug container out of his backpack, "Let's go."

They took off to go look for a grasshopper.

It took an hour and some minutes to catch the grasshopper before they headed back to the cave.

For some reason Xavier texted October asking where he was, which October found a little weird, because why did Xavier care?

So, he just replied that he was at a cave and went grasshopper hunting with Eugene, because it was the truth.

He ducked down when he saw headlights.

Eugene took out a voice recorder, "Eugene Ottinger and October Addams, 2242 hours. Potential suspect has arrived at location."

October watched as the figure crouched down and lit something up before tossing it in the cave.

"Oh my god," Eugene said and the person shined a flashlight right in their eyes.

October ducked his face away, blinking back spots, and the inside of the cave exploded.

Eugene grabbed October's arm to drag him away from the cave.

They ran through the woods and October hid behind a tree, like Eugene.

It sounded like someone was walking through and he heard a bird fly away.

October asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah," Eugene said.

October hoped Wednesday was having fun.

They stood there, hiding behind the trees and there was a snarling sound.

Oh, shit.

October ordered, "Go, go, go!"

They started running again. The snarling started to sound like it was getting closer, but he couldn't see where it was.

 Then Eugene tripped and fell because of course he did. October stopped.

"Glasses," Eugene said, searching the ground.

October started patting the ground looking for Eugene's glasses.

"Eugene! October!" Wednesday shouted.

Thank god.

Eugene yelled, "Wednesday! We're over here!"

October found Eugene's glasses and handed them to him. October turned around and...

The monster came at them and Eugene's screams echoed in October's ears.

"Eugene! October!"

That was Wednesday.

October lifted his face up from the ground and looked back at Eugene who was lying on the ground.

Wednesday came over to them, "Eugene."

October looked at Wednesday, who was covered in something, "What happened to you?"

"It's paint. They didn't spring for real pigs' blood," Wednesday told them.

Someone ran over to them. It was Miss Thornhill, "Oh, my god! Is he alive?"

October looked at the teacher, confused. She blew up the cave. But why?

"October," Miss Thornhill snapped, causing him to snap out of his thoughts.

October blinked, "Huh?"

"I said go get help," Miss Thornhill said to him.

October nodded and got up from the ground, before running out of the woods to find someone. Anyone that didn't have arsonic tendecies.

He finally found Weems, "Principal Weems!"

Weems turned to him, "What?" She did a shriek of surprise.

October hoped that it was because the principal found him scary. He pointed, "Eugene is in the woods! The monster tried to kill him! Wednesday and Thornhill are with him!"

October sat on some steps, holding a towel to his face and another one to his neck, waiting for proper authorities to show up because of Eugene's body in the woods. 

Enid, covered in red paint, sat next to him, "What happened?"

"The monster attacked me and Eugene," October explained.

Enid took the towel on his neck and pressed it into some scratches. "Does it hurt?"

It did. He gave a pleased smiled, "Yes."

Enid looked a little disturbed at that. She shifted and crossed her arms. She seemed to sigh in exasperation.

October was confused, "Are you okay?"

"I've seen the way you look at Xavier," Enid said.

October wasn't sure what that had to do with anything. So he replied, "And I've seen the way you look at Wednesday."

Enid added, "And I've seen the way she looked at Tyler."

"And I know how Xavier feels about Wednesday," October said. "Screw romance."

Enid nodded, "Screw romance." She looked at October, "Screw romance! Do you want to be bros together?"

October smiled at her, "Yeah. Let's be bros together."

Enid smiled widely, "We're going to be like Steve and Robin from Stranger Things."

October decided that he was going to pretend to know what that meant. He nodded, "Yeah."

The monster scratched the left side of face and all the way down the side of his throat, barely avoiding clawing out his eye. He was sure that the scratches were going to leave scars. The doctors had him bandage up the scratches on his face and neck. He felt like a mummy as he walked around the school and Wednesday glowered at anyone who stared at the bandages to long for her liking, which was one second.

He figured the monster scratched him as it batted him away from Eugene, which would explain why he was on the ground. The scratches were pretty deep that he ended up with a lot of stitches. ("One hundred stitches," Wednesday ranted. "That monster is dead! And I'm going to be the one that kills it!")

October didn't appreciate the pictures that the sheriff had taken of the scratches for evidence.

He couldn't exactly remember what happened in between the explosion and getting up off the ground. It was an annoying gap in his memory.

Principal Weems assigned October to some therapy sessions with Dr. Kinbott.

Dr. Kinbott said something like 'dissociative amnesia' because what happened to him and Eugene in the woods was traumatic enough that October's brain suppressed the memories to help him cope.

October had said, "That sounds like some bullshit because it didn't seem that traumatic."

"Tell that to your lost memories," Dr. Kinbott replied with a rather tight-lipped smile.

October slid into some kind of funk after the whole ordeal. He wasn't even all that excited when Parents' Weekend was approaching. The one upside was that Eugene wasn't dead, just comatose.

After pulling himself out of most of the funk he fell in, he felt angry at himself, for letting Eugene get hurt, for standing around doing nothing, for his crappy memory loss, and just for being all around useless. Then he felt guilty for Eugene getting hurt, when that should've been him in the hospital bed and for not being able to recall any memories to be of any use to Wednesday. Things really should've gone differently.

He just felt angry at himself for what happened. He ended up taking a throwing star to cut lines in his upper arms just for relief from the feeling he had.

Then he told himself that he would never do that again, because he really shouldn't have done that, because it was stupid. He was stupid – useless – he should've died a long time ago by Wednesday.

But there was one thing he could do. He could figure out who the monster is and kill it – not for him – but for Eugene, the homeless man, and anyone else that the damn thing killed, even if he died trying.

After pulling himself out of most of the funk he fell in, he felt angry at himself, for letting Eugene get hurt, for standing around doing nothing, for his crappy memory loss, and just for being all around useless. Then he felt guilty for Eugene getting hurt, when that should've been him in the hospital bed and for not being able to recall any memories to be of any use to Wednesday. Things really should've gone differently.

He just felt angry at himself for what happened.

He was being stupid – useless, by wallowing in self-pity and told himself to pull himself together, ("Emotions equals weakness, pull yourself together.") Beside there was one thing he could do. 

He could figure out who the monster is and kill it. Starting with Miss Thornhill.