Wednesday woke him up by smothering him with a pillow.

"Get up, I went to the morgue last night," Wednesday told him. "I want to show you what I found."

So, October got dressed while Wednesday lurked by Natasha the black widow and he ate some breath mints because the bathroom door was still locked, which wouldn't stop October since he can pick locks, but he didn't feel like getting stoned either.

So, he went to Wednesday's and Enid's dorm room.

He wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting, but seeing a board covered in pictures and some documents, was a little surprising.

"This." October said, motioning at the board, "This is why you don't have any friends."

Wednesday glared at him, "I don't need or want friends."

Thing waved at October.

"Hi, Thing," October greeted the hand.

"When I suggested giving your side of the room a makeover, I did not have Ted Bundy's Pinterest in mind," End said with a grimace.

Wednesday turned to look at the blonde, "Still not as creepy as your stuffed unicorn collection."

October glanced at the collection. Yeah, it was kind of creepy.

Enid asked, "Is this why you snuck out last night?"

"Thing and I have made an unsanctioned trip to the county morgue to copy the files of the monster's victims," Wednesday explained.

"Okay, there are so many levels of ew in that statement, I don't even know where to begin," Enid responded, sounding grossed out.

"I need to get inside its head," Wednesday stated. "Discover any patterns or anomalies. I've already made a big discovery."

Wednesday took some pictures, "Turns out all of the monster's victims have had body parts surgically removed." She handed one picture to October and went to show Enid. "The first one a kidney, the second a finger—"

Enid started, "Wednesday, I don't really feel—"

"Third a gall bladder," Wednesday said. She went to get another picture, "And the bearded man from the meeting house, two toes. Do you understand what this means?"

"That a surgeon is moonlighting as a monster?" October asked, "Or that the monster is moonlighting as a surgeon?"

"These murders aren't mindless," Wednesday corrected him. "He's collecting trophies like a seasoned serial killer. It's impressive, actually."

October looked to see what Enid thought of that, but the blonde was on the ground, apparently having fainted.

October looked at Wednesday and they looked at Thing, who shrugged at them.

"Fetch the smelling salts," Wednesday told Thing. She added, "Again."

October decided that he was better off not knowing why the 'again' was added.

He considered ditching the plant class, since he eventually decided on forensics, maybe a forensic pathologist; he wouldn't mind analyzing DNA and evidence like that, but he decided not risking it. Wednesday elbowed him into taking the seat next to Xavier, who once again, looked a little disappointed that October wasn't Wednesday. That was getting old.

So, he sat at his desk, watching Miss Thornhill explain a plant, "While most plants reward their pollinators with sweet nectar, many carnivorous varieties turn to sexual trickery or deception."

He tried to ignore Xavier's hiss of pain as he got a notebook out.

Miss Thornhill continued, "The orchid produces a pheromone that mimics a female insect, luring the males in. Now, once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in exchange?"

"Nada," Bianca answered. "Just like all the guys at the Rave'N."

The class laughed and October rolled his eyes at the mention of the dance. He didn't like dancing because he'd rather not get humiliated. And the fact that no one asked him.

"Okay, okay. I know you're all excited about Saturday, which is why I haven't assigned any homework. But I do still need volunteers for the decorating committee," Miss Thornhill said.

October would've been more excited for homework and considered asking Thornhill if he could have extra credit assignments.

Xavier asked, "You and Wednesday aren't gonna volunteer? Aren't you pumped about disco balls and spiked punch?"

"The only thing that'll get me pumped is good food and music, which I doubt," October replied. He didn't see how the Rave'N will be a milestone in his life.

"There's even a DJ," Xavier told him, "MC Blood Suckaz."

October grimaced, "Chewing my own arm off sounds more enticing."

"Or you could invite someone and have a little fun," Xavier told him.

"Getting a migraine again from going four hundred years back in memories sounds more like fun," October told him. "I think I might even do that."

Who the hell would want to go some dance with one of the two biggest freaks in school anyway?

He looked at the three long scratches on Xavier's neck, "How did you get those scratches again?"

"I got them from fencing," Xavier told him.

October didn't buy that at all as he grabbed his backpack. "Hey, whatever freaky things you get up to in your spare is your business." He took off and tried to think of what to do. Maybe he could draw on his backpack some more or maybe write song lyrics on it or both. Maybe even take a nap, he was getting tired.

Someone grabbed his backpack.

October snapped, "Hey, what the hell?"

It was Xavier.

"Follow me," Xavier told him.

October followed after him.

Xavier led him to some kind of shed.

"It's kind of my private art studio," Xavier explained. "I cleared it out, fixed it up, so Weems let me use it."

"That's nice of her," October replied confused because Xavier wanted him to see a shed?

Xavier motioned to the shed, "Its inside."

It was beginning to be uncomfortably ominous.

"It's a total mess, though," Xavier told him.

"You should see my bedroom back home," October replied. He realized how that sounded and cringed, "Never mind, I don't want you to see that."

Xavier asked, "Why?"

"Wednesday lost her shoe when she came into my room. A few days later I found it in my closet," October told him. "I forgot what the carpet looked like. I cleaned it and it turned out my floor wasn't even carpeted."

Xavier seemed amused and opened the door to let him in.

It was a mess inside, but it wasn't that bad. Xavier turned an overhead light on.

It felt like October stepped into a murder shed, complete with disturbing pictures.

There even was a picture of Wednesday playing her cello, because of course the murder shed wasn't complete without some stalker paintings. The only thing that threw October off was a picture of him at the Weathervane on that Outreach Day. In the drawing, October was leaning against the counter, chin on hand, arm bandaged.

October looked at Xavier, confused.

"You looked really good that day," Xavier told him sheepishly, before turning around to look at something.

October looked at some sketchbook papers that had been ripped out. He stopped on a picture of the monster that he and Wednesday were looking for. He glanced at Xavier and folded the drawing, before sticking it in his pocket to show Wednesday later.

October asked, "What's with the paintings on the monster?"

"I don't know," Xavier told him, turning to look at him. "It's been haunting my dreams for weeks. I try to block it out, but I can't. So I just come in here and paint it." He gestured to a canvas. "When I was painting this one, claws reached out and took a swipe at me. That's how I got these." He motioned to his neck.

October asked, "Why would you be having dreams about the monster?"

"I don't know," Xavier replied.

October looked at the pictures, something about seeing the monster made his skin crawl. It was also frustrating, knowing the Xavier had been having dreams about the monster and pretty much mocking him and Wednesday over being crazy.

"I should go," October replied. He had to tell Wednesday about this. "I want food."

"Oh, yeah, sure," Xavier replied.

October left the shed and found Wednesday. He showed he the drawing he took, "I took this from Xavier's art studio."

Wednesday looked at the drawing and then at October, "Show me. I want to see this for myself."

October led her to the shed before leaving to get food.

Wednesday dragged October down to see the sheriff, although Enid made a stop in front of a store called Hawte Kewture.

Wednesday asked, "What kind of dystopian hellscape is this?"

Enid said, "Our first roomie shopping spree! The dance committee's suggesting all white to match the theme, but that's not gonna fly with us."

"My brother and I have more pressing business than to worry about a stupid dress for a dance I don't even want to attend," Wednesday stated.

Enid seemed confused, "But I thought we were bonding."

"I feel I'll only slow you down," Wednesday stated. "You're a gazelle. I'm a wounded fawn. Cut me loose and go run with the pack."

Enid looked at some of her friends going in the store. "Are you sure?" She waited for a few seconds, before going inside.

Wednesday and October took off down the sidewalk.

"I'm going to see Galpin," Wednesday told Thing. "I'm not stop—" She stopped and looked at Uriah's Heap.

There was a dress on a mannequin in the window.

Kinbott was coming out of the store, "Hi, you two." The therapist went over to them and looked at the dress. "That dress will certainly turn some heads."

Wednesday stared at the therapist for a few seconds before asking, "Are you collecting more exotic trinkets for your office?"

"Those are souvenirs from my travels," Dr. Kinbott replied. "That's how I step outside of my comfort zone. Speaking of which, are you both going to the Rave'N this weekend?"

"No," replied October.

Wednesday stated, "I'm not required to answer your questions out in the wild, am I?"

"I look forward to talk all about it at our next session," Dr. Kinbott told her.

Wednesday took off and October followed after her.

Wednesday slapped down the drawing of the monster on the sheriff's desk.

The sheriff picked it up and looked at it.

"We both know that there's a monster out there," Wednesday stated. "If we're going to stop it, I think it's time we put our differences aside and work together."

"And this is your stake for me to deal you and your brother in?" the sheriff asked. The sheriff picked up the picture and looked at it for a few moments. "I'm sorry; you gotta do better than that. You got some nice detail though."

"I didn't draw it," Wednesday said, taking the hand-drawn picture back.

The sheriff glanced at October, who responded, "I didn't draw it either."

"I need to know who did," the sheriff replied.

"Unless we're exchanging intel, my brother and I are not at liberty to say," Wednesday stated.

The sheriff looked like he rolled his eyes, "Why would I share information about an ongoing murder investigation with two high school kids?"

That was a good point.

"Because we go to Nevermore and you don't," Wednesday responded. "Don't you want some eyes and ears behind those ivy-colored walls?"

The sheriff said, "Listen Velma and Fred, why don't you and the Scooby Gang stick to your homework and leave the investigating to the professionals?"

"Oh, I'm not Fred," October replied. "She's the leader not me. I think I'm more like Scooby or something."

The phone rang and the sheriff went over to press a button, "What?"

"Mayor Walker's on line two," a secretary said. "He's looking for an update."

Wednesday rolled her eyes and they made to leave.

"Hey, Addams," Sheriff Galpin called after them.

They stopped in their tracks and looked at the sheriff.

"Let me see that sketch again," the sheriff told them.

They went back in the office and Wednesday handed the drawing over.

The sheriff snatched it from Wednesday and looked at the drawing again. He asked, "The person who drew this, that your suspect?"

October wasn't sure about that.

Wednesday gave a slight nod.

"When you bring me some concrete evidence, maybe we'll talk," Sheriff Galpin told them.

At least they were finally getting somewhere.

Wednesday got the drawing back and they were leaving the office.

"Yeah, Mayor," Sheriff said on the phone. "Everything's going splendidly." He spoke as if he didn't basically hire two high school students to help him on a murder case.

As they were crossing the street away from the police station, they ran into Tyler, who joked, "Don't want to ask what trouble you're both in now."

"Nothing we can't handle," Wednesday replied. "Your father's in particularly frustrating form today. Avoid."

"Yeah, welcome to my world," Tyler responded.

 October walked away from them. He didn't want to deal with that.

Ajax seemed to be pacing when October got back to the dorm. He asked, "Do you have any idea how hard you are to find?"

"That's the idea," October replied.

Ajax came over to him and slapped a phone in October's chest, "This is one of my old phones. Please use it."

"Okay, thanks," October replied confused. Why did Ajax give him a phone?

"So, I don't have to run around the school trying to find you," Ajax explained. "Enid's, Xavier's, Bianca's, and my phone numbers are in there. They already know your phone number. Also, your séance club friends also have your phone number too."

October looked at phone and then at Ajax, "Thanks."

Wednesday came in the dorm, "Enid won't let me keep our investigation board in our dorm. Can I put it here?"

Ajax looked confused and looked at the pictures that Wednesday had. "I don't want any creepy things in here. Bad enough Natasha is in here."

Wednesday seemed to think about it, "Okay. I need you to help me move this."

They moved the board to Eugene's beekeeping ground.

Eugene seemed happy to help, "Why do you want it here, anyway?"

"Enid wouldn't let me keep this in our dorm. Ajax didn't want it in his dorm either," Wednesday said, crossing her arms.

"No worries," Eugene said, "Mi colmena es su colmena."

Good to know.

"I assume this is the creature that's been rampaging in the woods," Eugene continued, pointing at a picture.

Wednesday looked at Eugene, "You've heard about it before?"

"Rumors," Eugene said. "Mr. Fitts banned me from bug-hunting until further notice. Claimed a bear was on the loose, which I knew was a lie. Didn't match their hibernation schedules."

"Finally, someone with common sense," October muttered.

Eugene said, "Speaking of common sense, you're friends with Casper, right?"

"I suppose," October replied, confused.

Eugene took a jar of honey and handed it to October, "Could you give this to her? Put in a good word for me? I hear she's still sans date for the Rave'N."

"Eugene," Wednesday started.

"I know the chances of her asking me are next to zero, but I don't care," Eugene told October.

"Sure," October said, taking the jar of honey from him.

If Enid was right, Casper would ask him.

"I'll just keep putting myself out there until Casper finally...sees me," Eugene said.

Wednesday asked, "And if she never does?"

"She will," Eugene said. "I'm playing the long game. My moms say people will appreciate when I'm older. I know they're probably just trying to make me feel better, but—"

"Listen, people like me, you, and my brother, we're different," Wednesday replied. "We're original thinkers, intrepid outliers in this vast cesspool of adolescence. We don't need this inane rites of passage to validate who we are."

Eugene asked, "So, you both aren't going to the Rave'N either?"

"No," October replied.

Wednesday seemed to think it over, "Actually, I am." She added, "With Xavier."

October looked at the ground, awkwardly. Now that explained why Xavier seemed cheerful at the moment.

"I see," Eugene said.

"It's not like I like Xavier," Wednesday said. "I just have ulterior motives. Sketches are the closest thing I have to a lead to try and stop this thing."

"Don't worry, Eugene," October told him. "I'm not going to the dance."

Eugene looked at the drawing of the monster in a circle, "That circle...I think I know where that is."

"Why are we still standing in here then? Show us," October said, glad to move onto something other than the dance.

Eugene took them to a cave.

Wednesday held up the drawing in the entrance of the cave and lowered it, "It's definitely a match. What were you doing out here?"

"Collecting specimens," Eugene replied. "This place is ground zero for horny gypsy moths. You think it's in there?"

"Only one way to find out," Wednesday replied. She started heading towards the cave and the two boys followed her to stand right outside the cave.

"I'm not a huge fan of enclose spaces," Eugene said. "I'm claustrophobic."

Wednesday said, "If you hear me screaming bloody murder, there's a good chance I'm enjoying myself."

October turned the flashlight on, on his phone because Eugene and Wednesday had normal flashlights. Eugene and October stood there, before Eugene sighed and followed after Wednesday.

"This is definitely its lair," Wednesday said, looking at some bones.

Eugene asked, "Are those...human?"

October picked up a bone, "I don't think so."

Eugene went on.

"No, I think it has a taste for venison," Wednesday told them.

"Check this out," Eugene said, looking at some shackles on the cave wall.

"Not only is the monster moonlighting as a venison eating surgeon, we're dealing with a kinky moonlighting venison eating surgeon," October said.

He went to the shackles, grimacing and touched them.

It felt like he got hit over the head with a hammer and the pangs of a migraine. Again.

Eugene asked, "You okay?"

"Can't pull up memories," October said. "I think going four hundred years in the past scrambled my psychometry."

"Yahtzee," Wednesday stated.

October went to see what Wednesday was looking at it. It looked like a claw imbedded on the floor of the cave.

Eugene asked, "What is that?"

"Looks like a claw," October said.

"Its concrete proof," Wednesday said, pulling the claw out. "Now I just have to find something to match the claw's DNA.

Wednesday went to go find something to match the DNA with, while October went to see the nurse to get something for a migraine and nausea. The nurse had him sit on a chair, and placed a trashcan near him, just in case.

He got a weird text from Xavier asking if Wednesday seriously doesn't care about anything or anyone but herself.

He wasn't sure how to respond to that.

While the nurse went away, October noticed Casper in a bed. "What happened to you?"

"Bladder infection," Casper replied. "I wanted to go to the Rave'N with Eugene, but I can't. How about you?"

"Migraine, nausea," October replied. He ended up puking in the trashcan, as if to prove his point.

Casper looked disgusted.

The nurse returned with some medication, and after a while of sitting around, waiting for the pills to kick in, he was finally allowed to leave.

He found Eugene sitting at a fountain.

October asked, "What's wrong?"

"Casper," Eugene said.

"She has a bladder infection," October said. "She said she would've gone with you."

"I know," Eugene said.

October sat next to him.

Wednesday finally came up to them, "Why so glum?"

"Casper has a bladder infection so she can't go to the Rave'N with me," Eugene said.

It was silent for a few seconds, before Wednesday said, "You know, I figured, since you two and I don't have a date to the dance—"

"We should go together," Eugene said, standing up quickly.

"What? No," Wednesday replied, looking a little disgusted. "I was going to suggest we stake out the cave and identify the monster."

"Sounds fun," October said.

"Whoever it may be," Wednesday said, looking off to the side.

October risked a glance, seeing Xavier standing on a ladder, looking over at them.

Wednesday walked off and Eugene followed after her. October followed after them.