𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 // 𝐱𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐞

𝐬𝐢𝐱 // 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐞

after getting outside, the afraid twins check to ensure the coast is clear, sliding down a pole on the side of the building before running behind the nevermore van. wednesday knocks into a farmer, whipping her head up. goosebumps cover midnights arms as she goes to grab her sister, faint thoughts of a car crash and a man with a broken neck filling her mind.

wednesday whips her head down quickly, midnight looking at the girl as if she had seen a ghost as her head spins. "who let you out? you goddamn weirdo's" the man snaps, the twins walking away in a mix of awe and distaste.

"what was that about?" midnight questions, still somewhat shaken up at the thought. "i don't have time for such foolish conversations sister. we need to figure out our escape" wednesday states, leading the girls into the local cafe, the weathervane.

the twins walk up to the coffee machine, steam continuing to spurt out. as a stream finishes, the girls are met with a frazzled teen with blonde hair. "holy crap! do you make a habit out of scaring the hell out of people?" he questions.

"it's more of a hobby" wednesday declares, midnight nodding in agreement. "you go to nevermore. didn't realize they changed the uniform" the boy observed. "i need a quad over ice. and an earl grey for this one. it's an emergency" wednesday states, motioning to her sister at the end.

the boy gives her a somewhat perplexed look, wednesday growing fed up. "it's four shots of espresso" the girl spits. "yeah, i-i know what a quad is but, i mean spoiler alert, the espresso machine is having a seizure, so all we have is drip. i'll start that tea though" he states.

"but drip is for people who hate themselves and know their lives have no real purpose or meaning" wednesday sighs, a man giving the girl a dejected look as he pours his drip coffee. "what's wrong with your machine?" midnight questions, suddenly curious of the issue.

"it's a temperamental beast with a mind of its own, and it doesn't help that the instructions are in italian" he sighs. "luckily enough, we specialize in both practices" midnight smirks, wednesday grabbing the guide with a curious gaze.

"i need a tri-wing screwdriver and a four-millimeter allen wrench" wednesday states. "wait, you read italian?" "of course, it's the native tongue of machiavelli. here's the deal. i'm going to fix your coffee machine, then you're going to make our drinks and call us a taxi" the black-haired girl declares.

"uh, no taxis in jericho. try uber?" he suggests. "we don't have phones. kind of refuse the whole slave to technology thing" midnight chimes in, watching as her sister tinkers with the machine. "then you're out of luck. where are you two going anyway?" the boy questions, offering a curious gaze.

"that's on a need-to-know basis. what about trains?" wednesday deflects, returning to the original task at hand. "nearest station is burlington. it's half an hour away" he states. "you have a valve issue. i've seen it before."

"where? you have one of these monsters at home?" the boy asks with a soft chuckle. "steam-powered guillotine. i built it when we were ten. we wanted to decapitate our dolls more efficiently" wednesday explains, offering him a momentary deadpan.

"sure. grim reaper barbie, makes perfect sense" he states with somewhat wide eyes. moments later the steam stops as wednesday finishes tightening up some part within the machine, the girls both staring at the barista. "wow. thanks. i've never met a nevermore kid who got their hand dirty. i'm tyler, by the way" he adds, looking in awe at the girls, wednesday in particular.