Soft Touch

A Job Well Done

Surprisingly enough, Enid had lasted long enough to finish helping Wednesday with her knife collection without fail (meaning she hadn't passed out before her job was done).

Wednesday had only really "asked" Enid to help her to she could show off her sharpest and longest knives, which Enid didn't seem to enjoy at all, since it included Wednesday swinging them in front of her own face.

Enid had told her to stop, and she (begrudgingly) obeyed, slowly, hesitantly, setting her knives back in their respective places.

Enid had survived Wednesday's awful attempt at showing off what she enjoyed most.

.. For now.

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It was still dark outside when Wednesday woke up the next day.

She had been restless all night, anyhow (and she just didn't sleep much on most nights), so it didn't surprise her in the slightest that she had.

Wednesday had gotten ready as silently as possible, with little help from Thing, as to not wake Enid. She easily succeeded, but now, her next enemy was the creaky dorm door.

Technically, she could just open the window and scale down the building, but she knew Enid would scold her for it, and she may get in trouble if caught. It looked like the best looking option was the old, annoying door.

Wednesday glances at the werewolf behind her to make sure she was still asleep, and opens the door as quickly as possible and walking through it.

She closes it so fast she almost slams it shut, but (somehow) manages to slow it down before the latch clicks, and it is quiet once again.

The halls are completely silent (save for whatever sounds Wednesday was making, which, even still, wasn't much), as not many students (except for the vampires, of course) chose to wake up and walk around the school at four A.M., not when they could be sleeping.

Breakfast was served at seven, so no one would be waking up for some time. Wednesday had almost the whole school to herself for the time being.

She could set up traps as a surprise for all the students. She was sure they would all be happy to receive a gift from Wednesday Addams, so did it really mattered what they got?

Wednesday smirks, glancing around her at all the possible opportunities.

She could put a bucket of nails atop a cracked door, some kind of trip wire, or maybe even a few bear traps outside dorms. So many devices and components, so many opportunities for harm.

"Thing-" Wednesday starts, but the appendage cuts her off, scrambling up her neck and onto her head and balling himself into a fist.

Wednesday quickly assumed he was trying to hit her, which he most certainly was. Of course, it doesn't work very well, and she shows no signs of even being hurt.

"That was pointless," Wednesday says, glaring at Thing through her bangs.

Thing practically deflates against Wednesday's head, splaying all his fingers out as a silent way of saying he gives up.

"Fine," Wednesday begrudgingly says, rolling her eyes ever so slightly. "Let's go."

Neither know how long they're walking for, but by the time they stop, they know just about every crack and crevice of the school like the back of their hands. Well, hand, for Thing.

Wednesday sighs and takes a seat, Thing crawling down her arm and onto her knee as she brings her legs up to her chest.

He begins signing.