Stalker? || Wednesday || Wenclair ||

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Wednesday Addams had just found out about her new stalker. Instead of being scared or worried like any other human being, she saw this as a new adventure. For Wednesday wasn't any other human being. She was an Addams.

Wednesdays mother Morticia Addams, was helping Wednesdays luggage off the car. It had been only been a few months since Wednesday was at home, but it felt like a decade.

"We missed you so much my little deathtrap!" Wednesdays father, Gomez Addams, exclaimed as he patted her shoulder.

"We can't wait to hear about all the horrible things you did at Nevermore!" Morticia added. So they don't know about the incident. Wednesday would have thought that Nevermore informed all the parents why they sent their kids on a sudden vacation, but she was glad that they didn't tell her parents. It would be easier to hide the fact that she has a new phone and a new stalker.

"I do not have time to discuss anything with you." Wednesday said blankly. She held her purse in her hands Where Thing was hiding. "Where is Pugsely? I have a new weapon that I would like to try on him." Just like that, Pugsely Addams, Wednesdays brother, came climbing down the stairs that led to their house. He was eating potpourri from a small black bowl. Ever since the family therapy meeting, Gomez has been buying potpourri for him and Pugsely to share.

"Hey Wednesday." Pugsely muffled, mouth full with potpourri.

"I was just talking about you." Wednesday turned to her brother, her expression not changing. "Mother, father, I am going to play with Pugsely for a little while. I want to use that new weapon i was talking about."

"But what about unpacking?" Mortictia asked. But Wednesday was already dragging Pugsely back into the house. Morticia sighed. "Atleast make sure your knives are sharpened dear!" Morticia called after them.

"What was that about?" Pugsely asked when they entered their home, grabbing for more potpourri. He knew that Wednesday didn't really want to play torture right now. That was only for at night when it was dark and spooky. He could sense that Wednesday had something else on her mind.

"Nothing, I just needed an excuse to get out of their presence." Wednesday replied. She walked up the stairs as Pugsely shrugged and went back to eating his potpourri.

When Wednesday was in her room, she heard another muffled ding from her purse. She opened her leather purse and took out her phone, to see Xavier had texted her. Thing crawled out of her purse as she read it.

Xavier:) : hey wednesday just checking up on ya to see if you respond

Wednesday typed back rather slowly, this was very different than using a typewriter.

Wednesday : Hello.

Xavier began typing again, but Wednesday was starting to get annoyed. She didn't want to talk to Xavier, she wanted to find out who her stalker was.

Xavier:) : oh btw i gave enid ur number she was practically begging for it lol

Oh great, a new distraction. Wednesday knew Enid would be spamming her any second now, making it hard for Wednesday to concentrate. So she turned off notifications. Wednesday went back to the texts that the stalker sent and examined the pictures carefully. The first one was a picture of Wednesday sitting down at the cafe reading a book and Tyler (who she now knows is the hyde) talking to her.

Wednesday noticed in the corner of the picture there was a open soda can that seemed like it was sitting on the table where the stalker was sitting. Wednesday wondered how the stalker was so close without her noticing them. She saw the gift that Enid gave to her on her birthday next to her on the table. What did she call it again? A snood? Wednesday remembers leaving it at the cafe and Bianca returning it.

For some reason, Wednesday felt guilty for leaving the snood there. She didn't know why, she hated that damn thing. But Enid gave it to her and even had her own so they could match. But why should Wednesday care? It was only a piece of fabric.

Wednesday shoved the thought out of her mind as she started thinking about who the stalker may be. Maybe Bianca might know something. She is the one who returned the snood after all.

Wednesday closed out of the stalkers number to see that Enid had sent her a bunch of texts. Wednesday groaned as she opened them, most of it was just Enid spamming random letters. Wednesday didn't understand why she would beg for her number just to spam random letters. It's like she wants her to be distracted.

Enid: HEY ROOMIE!! :D well i guess we arent rlly roomie anymore for now lol but aHi dksnsdmsowjs Xavier gave me ur number!! i can't believe you didnt tell me you got a phone!

Enid: Heyyyy nswer meeee

Enid: Osmwlskqlsmwk

Enid: KSMWLSKWLSK

Enid: WEDNESDAYYYYYY

Wednesday: What.

Enid: OMG

Enid: OMG

Enid:OMH HI

Wednesday: Hello.

Enid sent a photo

Wednesday: Why did you send me a picture of a cat.

Enid: BC IT LOOKS LIKE U!!

Wednesday: How does that feline look like me.

Enid: BC ITS ALL GRUMPY AND ITS A BLACK CAT!!

Wednesday sighed. Why was she friends with this girl. Enid was the exact opposite of her. She was colorful and happy and loved physical touch. Wednesday was dark and blunt and hated physical touch, but for some reason that last part didn't seem to bother her when it was Enid. She didn't mind if Enid was touching her, but if anyone else did she would scrape out their eyeballs.

Enid confused Wednesday too much. So she decided to turn off her phone for the day.

When Wednesday turned around, she saw that Thing had been watching her the whole time. He started tapping and gesturing with his fingers on the bed.

"No I am not 'soft' for her. I think she is just using some kind of werewolf power to put a spell on me." Wednesday said. Her face was unreadable, but their was a ever so slight dust of pink on her cheeks that you could only notice if you were really paying attention.

Thing wasn't buying it, but he decided to leave Wednesday alone to deal with her problems herself. Wednesday decided in the morning she would ask Xavier for Biancas number to see if she knew anything about the stalker. Wednesday turned over to her window where her black curtains framed the cracked glass.

It was dark outside. Time to go torture Pugesly.

Im sorry if this is out of character or rlly bad. please lmk if theres any spelling errors and im always open to constructive criticism!