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～ The fraternal twin sisters' footsteps echoed loudly as the normies moved out of the way, allowing passage for them. The two pairs walked in sync, heads held high. Some were mesmerized by their looks; others thought they were so weird. Laughter surrounded them as they pushed through the crowd. The girls look nothing alike. While Y/N had H/C that reached H/L, it was held in a ponytail with her curtain bangs. Her skin was more "alive," with rosy pink cheeks that showed blood circulation. Her E/C had a small shade of violet if you looked closely. Wednesday, on the other hand, had pale skin, purple-blue lips, and eyes filled with no remorse. She was the cold one, while her sister was more "nice."
Y/N Addams avoids physical touch like it's a deadly disease. She hates being touched, especially after being able to see people's futures and how they die. It makes her stomach turn every time. Y/N was more like a prophet, but it didn't end there. She adjusted her noise-canceling headphones since she could sense everyone's true feelings. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, feeling everyone's hatred and disgust every time they were seen.
The school bell rings as the hallway starts to empty. The girls walked to their brother's locker. Graffiti was painted with black ink on the red metal locker, and Y/N audibly sighed. Wednesday opens the locker of their brother, Pugsley Addams. He was smuggled into the locker. His eyes widened in fear at the sight of his sister; red ropes were wrapped around his body while a fresh red apple was placed in his mouth. You know those old films where they place a dead pig on the dining table with a vegetable or fruit in its mouth? Well, that's what it looked like.
Y/N moves to the side. Pugsley gags on the apple with a soft cry of relief and embarrassment. The boy whimpers as he falls to the floor with a soft thud. Wednesday kneels on the ground, placing a hand on the floor, and takes the fruit out of his mouth. "I want names," she demands, leaving no room for discussion. "I don't know who they were, honest. It happened so fast," he pleads, slightly scared.
Y/N slides her headphones off, letting them sit on her neck. Closing her eyes and only focusing on him, a rush of his feelings consumed her senses. "You're lying," Y/N said in a quiet voice, opening her eyes, which were glowing violet. Pugsley squirmed on the floor, looking at his other sister on the side with pleading eyes. "Pugsley, emotions equal weakness. Pull yourself together, now," Wednesday said tonelessly, untying the rope around his wrist while a few whimpers left his mouth.
The black raven girl grabbed his wrist, and as she did, her head shot up with her eyes wide open as plagues of a vision played in her mind. Wednesday looked at them like nothing had happened. "Are you okay?" Y/N asked, concerned by her new behavior. The feeling wavering off her feels like electroshock therapy, but without the satisfying afterburn.
"Leave this to us," Wednesday got back to her feet as she motioned for Y/N to follow. She knew exactly where this was going, and it was going to be worth watching. "Wednesday? Y/N? What are you going to do?" he asked, curious.
"What we do best." They said in union as their footsteps echoed heading the opposite direction.
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Water splashing in the distance filled their ears as their footsteps walked towards it. Groups of boys were swimming in the pool as their shattered voices and their laughter boomed through the room. Climbing the stairs, the twins held on to a bag filled with piranha, or more commonly known as Dracula fish, that have razor-sharp teeth.
"Yo, Dalton, look It's Pugsley sisters." A boy pointed towards them. The boy turned around with a white and blue cap on his head as his light blue eyes stared back at them. "Hey, freaks, this is a closed practice!" Dalton yelled out as he chuckled. The jocks started to laugh, while a smirk was imprinted on his face.
"The only person who gets to torture my brother is me." Wednesday held the bag of fish, as did Y/N, with a small smile on her face as their faces turned into horror. The whole team scattered, trying to swim away as both of the girls dropped the bag into the pool. The whistle blew frantically as the fish swam towards the boys. A smile that was rare to see showed on Wednesday's face. The sharp teeth sank into his flesh, ripping his calves. Dalton's face twisted into a grimace as he yelled in agony. Slowly, the water turned the brightest red.
A/N: Sorry for this boring chapter :)
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