𝕎𝕖𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪'𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝔽𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕠𝕖

Come little children

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𝔸𝕊 the sun shone brightly in the clear sky, its rays illuminated the grand facade of Nany Reagan High School. The building stood proud and welcoming, its brick walls warmed by the morning light. Students streamed through the front doors, their chatter filling the air with the promise of a new school day.

Among the crowd, a boy dressed entirely in black made his way through the bustling hallways. His heavy boots struck the tiled floor with a steady rhythm, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the corridor. His presence caused a ripple in the flow of students, who subtly parted to give him space, casting curious or wary glances his way.

His tired eyes, shadowed by a sleepless night, scanned the sea of faces. He noticed the looks of intrigue and disdain directed at him, whispers following in his wake. Yet, he paid them no mind. To him, the judgment and curiosity of his peers were mere background noise, much like the hum of fluorescent lights above. This nonchalance mirrored the demeanour of Wednesday Addams, who famously disregarded the opinions of those around her. With his head held high and an air of detached indifference, he continued down the hall, focused solely on reaching his destination.

"I'm not sure whose twisted idea it was to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago..."

The teachers looked at Wednesday, their expressions unamused, as he carried on walking through the hallway. Many of the students cast judgmental glances his way, quickly stepping aside to let him pass. Their eyes followed him with a mix of curiosity and wariness, yet Wednesday remained indifferent, undeterred by their silent scrutiny.

"But I admire the sadism."

As the school bell rang, signaling the start of class, Wednesday made his way to a locker. A group of jocks stood nearby, laughing before they walked away, oblivious to his presence. Wednesday approached the locker, which belonged to his younger brother, Pugsley Addams. The locker door was defaced with crude drawings of a pig and cruel words like "FREAK," "YOU STINK," and "PIGSLEY WIGSLEY."

Wednesday opened the locker to find his little brother tied up and gagged with an apple shoved in his mouth. As Pugsley began to fall, Wednesday calmly stepped aside, allowing him to hit the ground with a thud. He looked down at Pugsley, unimpressed, and removed the apple from his mouth, demanding, "I want names."

Pugsley, his voice trembling with fear, replied, "I don't know who they were, honest. It happened so fast."

Annoyed, Wednesday sighed before kneeling to untie his brother. "Pugsley, emotion equals weakness. Pull yourself together." He glared at his brother, who whimpered in response. Wednesday's tone hardened, "Now."

Pugsley stopped whimpering as Wednesday finished untying him. Just as Wednesday grabbed his brother's wrists, his head flew back as a vision engulfed his mind. In the vision, he saw the jocks laughing while tying Pugsley with the rope, their faces clear and mocking.

"You scared, kid? Scared?"

In the vision, Wednesday saw the jocks laughing as they roughly shoved Pugsley into the locker, gagging him with an apple before slamming the locker shut with a resounding clang. The mocking laughter echoed in Wednesday's mind as the vision came to an abrupt end. Wednesday's head dropped down, and he breathed heavily, disoriented by the intense experience. Just then, the bell rang again, signaling the end of the passing period.

"You okay?" Pugsley asked, his voice filled with concern and confusion. Wednesday straightened up, his expression regaining its usual composure.

"I'm not about to confess to my brother that I've recently been plagued by visions. They come on without warning, and feel like electroshock therapy, but without the satisfying afterburn."

"Leave this to me," Wednesday spoke with determination and coldness in his eyes. He got up and was about to leave when Pugsley called out, "Wednesday? What are you gonna do?" Curiosity laced his tone, making Wednesday pause and turn to look at him. "What I do best," he replied, a small sinister smirk curling on his lips.

With that, Wednesday walked off, his mind already plotting his next move.

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Wednesday climbed the stairs leading to the pool area where the jocks were practicing. The sharp sound of a whistle pierced the air as Wednesday arrived. One of the jocks noticed the Addams boy and nudged his friend. "Yo, Dalton, look. 'Pigsley's brother,'" he pointed out, making Dalton turn around. Dalton spotted Wednesday standing at the edge of the pool, staring at them with an icy coldness. "Hey, freak! This is a closed practice," Dalton called out, prompting laughter from his friends.

Wednesday remained unfazed, his blank expression contrasting with the intensity in his eyes. He spoke with a calm yet menacing tone, "The only person who gets to torture my brother is me."

With that, Wednesday lifted his arms, revealing two bags filled with hungry piranhas. The jocks' smiles dropped instantly as they scrambled to get out of the pool. In one swift motion, Wednesday dropped the bags into the water, releasing the piranhas. The fish swam rapidly towards the jocks, causing chaos.

As Dalton struggled to climb out on the ladder, a piranha latched onto him, eliciting a painful scream as the clear blue water turned red. Wednesday stood there, watching the scene unfold, his lips curling into a wicked smirk.

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A black hearse drove along a winding road, flanked by tall, dense forests. The radio played "In Dreams" by Roy Orbison, adding an eerie yet nostalgic atmosphere to the journey. Luggage was strapped to the top of the car, and the license plate read 'ADD4M5.' Inside the car, Wednesday sat with a look of disgust on his face, opposite his parents, who were lovingly singing along to the song, their eyes filled with adoration for each other.

"Into the magic night, I softly say a silent prayer, like dreamers do," Morticia and Gomez sang to each other. Morticia, a tall, thin woman with straight ink-black hair, wore a skin-tight black dress that framed her form. Gomez, a shorter man with the same ink-black hair and a mustache, was dressed in a black pinstripe suit. They gazed into each other's eyes, lost in their own world.

Wednesday looked out at the passing trees, closing his eyes and rubbing his temple in exasperation as his parents continued their duet. "Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you," they sang, undeterred even as the car ran into a flock of birds.

The collision with the birds didn't faze the family. "I remember that you said goodbye," Morticia and Gomez leaned in and shared a passionate kiss. Wednesday rolled his eyes and sighed loudly.

His parents, noticing his reaction, pulled away and turned their attention to him. "Darling, how long do you intend on giving us the cold shoulder?" Morticia asked, her tone gentle yet firm.

Wednesday ignored her, turning instead to Lurch, who was driving, and Pugsley, who sat in the passenger seat. "Lurch, please remind my parents that I'm no longer speaking to them," he commanded. Lurch grunted in acknowledgment before Gomez addressed Wednesday. "I promise you, my little viper, you will love Nevermore. Won't he, Tish?" He glanced at his wife for support.

"Of course, he will. It's the perfect school for him," Morticia replied confidently.

Wednesday looked at his mother with a mixture of defiance and irritation. "Why? Because it was the perfect school for you? I have no interest in following in either of your footsteps. Becoming captain of the fencing team, King of the Dark Prom, President of the Séance Society."

Morticia smiled, a hint of pride in her eyes as she remembered her own school days. "I merely meant that finally, you will be among peers who understand you. Maybe you'll even make some friends." Morticia smiled warmly and said, "And maybe you'll meet a certain someone you can call yours? Maybe you'll fall in love?" Wednesday responded with his usual stoicism, "I don't tend to fall in love. Even if I did, I'm sure that someone wouldn't be at this place."

"Nevermore is like no other boarding school. It's a magical place," Gomez said, his eyes filled with warmth as he looked at Morticia. "It's where I met your mother," he continued, his tone softening to a whisper as he and Morticia leaned in closer to each other. "And we fell in love." Just as their lips were about to meet, Wednesday interrupted, "You guys are making me nauseous. Not in a good way." He crossed his arms and glared at them.

Morticia turned to Wednesday, her expression gentle but firm. "Darling, we aren't the ones who got you expelled. That boy's family was going to file attempted murder charges. How would that have looked on your record?"

Wednesday looked down, a hint of disappointment in his voice as he replied, "Terrible. Everyone would know I failed to get the job done."

As they drove, they came to a sign that read, "NEVERMORE ACADEMY. NEXT LEFT."

Wednesday gazed out the window, watching the trees blur by. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a cloaked figure walking through the forest, crows swirling around them. The figure removed their hood, revealing long midnight hair flowing in the wind. Wednesday felt a moment of enchantment, his eyes locked onto the figure. But as they continued to drive, the figure vanished into the shadows of the trees, leaving Wednesday wondering about the mysterious person he had just seen.

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By: SilverMist707

I hope you have enjoyed it <3