My Finest Creation (Male! Wednesday Addams x Mad Scientist Reader)

Chapter 6: Ciao Ciao~

Hello my lovely flowers & welcome to chapter 6.   
Thank you, guys, for being so patient! 
Hope you enjoy ^^
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Third Person's P.O.V

"Who's to say there is?" A voice rang, pausing Wednesday's execution on Pugsley. The brothers looked to see y/n, changed back into her original clothes, sitting in one of the attic's old chairs while skillfully twirling a scalpel between her fingers. Her legs draped over one of the chair's arms, and Wednesday couldn't resist scanning over them, seeing how her skirt did little to cover them.

"Of course, it's all a matter of opinion and belief, but the Father of Lies definitely does exist. I should know I have younger siblings that I can't kill, nor do they feel pain." Y/n said, shoving the scalpel into her boot before unhooking her legs from the chair's arm and sitting upright.

"So, you degenerates think that's your real uncle?" She asked.

"Our father says so, but I think our mother isn't sure," Wednesday replied with a hint of bite, glaring at y/n from over his shoulder. He refused to be waltzed into another stupor by her coquette ways again.

'Hm. So, I'm not the only one who smells a rat.' Y/n thought to herself.

"But if he's not Uncle Fester, who is he?" Pugsley asked as Wednesday lowered the electric chair's helmet onto his head.

"Someone else." The raven-ette gave his simple reply as he went for the chair's contactor.

"No shit, Sherlock," Y/n muttered under her breath but seeing how Wednesday stopped midway to give her an especially unamused glare, he heard her. She was so lucky that the knife he once had got embedded in the floorboards. Otherwise, he would have used it to carve that shit-eating, Cheshire grin right off her resplendent- REPUGNANT face.

Wednesday finally made it to the contactor, where he pulled down one of four of its levers. Sparks flew as it revved to life.

"It has to warm up." He spoke.

"Why?" Pugsley asked cluelessly, earning a look of slight disbelief and mild amusement from y/n.

'Not the sharpest scalpel in the drawer, are you, Puggles?' She smirked to herself.

"So, it can kill you," Wednesday replied to his younger brother, pulling down two more levers.

"I knew that," Pugsley said, making y/n snort and silently wish him happy trails while hiding her laughter behind her hand.

Wednesday was about to pull the last lever when his mother came up the stairs.

"Children, what are you doing?" Morticia folded her arms over her chest.

"Well, I was going to electrocute him, but it seems Pugsley's extinction is... inevitable," Wednesday said, making jabs at the continuous distractions from offing his brother. Morticia gave a disapproving shake of the head from her eldest's antics.

"But the two of you will be late for school."

"But, Mother..."

"I said no."

Wednesday shut his mouth and let out an exasperated breath through his nose. Amazing how he's a grown-ass man who tortures, torments, and kills for a living, but he still can't go against Mommy-dearest. And to make matters worse, the loathly fluttering in his chest happened again, along with the dreadfully acquainted burning of his cheeks from hearing y/n giggle at him.

"Please?" Pugsley pleaded, genuinely catching the dual-haired female by surprise, which seldom happens.

Never in her life has y/n encountered prey that willingly excepted their gruesome demise, let alone craves it. The faces of absolute terror as she conducted her experiments. The worthless pleading and begging. The agony-filled screams. It was all y/n lived for, so this reaction was new-- And it would most likely piss her off.