ᴍᴏᴄʜᴀ | ᴛʏʟᴇʀ ɢᴀʟᴘɪɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ✔︎ [ON HOLD]

Prologue

You had been invited to a funeral. It was something that your Mother said was "a delightful occasion, to celebrate the achievements in the persons' life".

It was really morbid, but it was the way you were groomed to be the independent, strongest daughter to make your mother proud.

Your Mum had dressed you in a pretty black butterfly-patterned dress, carefully tying your hair back and gelling the strands that fell out. "There's never a reason to not dress properly", she claimed.

"Ow," You winced. The ponytail felt like it was tugging on your scalp, tight and uncomfortable. She ignored your groans.

As she finished my ponytail, your Mother leaned downwards and rested her head over your shoulder, looking into the dresser mirror. "Remember, darling, always look your best. No matter the circumstance. First impressions go a long way."

You nodded solemnly, sliding off the stool and taking my coat off the hanger in the corner. Mum smiled at me, taking my hand in hers as we prepared to go for the wake.

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Throughout the entire reception, you had been told off twice for fidgeting, and once for looking at the other guests instead of the person speaking. But the looking around had been worth the scolding: besides your friend Xavier, there was another girl in the crowd.

As soon as the wake ended, you asked Mother in your best polite voice if you could go over and find Xavier. Once she agreed, you made a beeline for the boy. 

"Xavier," you greeted. "Do you know who that is?"

You pointed at the girl, who's face was ridiculously stony. Xavier shook his head. "Never seen her before... should we invite her to play hide and seek?"

Without waiting for an answer, Xavier walked over to the girl.

"Hi- Hello," you corrected, remembering Mother's lessons on introductions. You extended your hand to the pigtail girl. "I'm Y/n, Yn Weems."

The girl stared at your hand. "Wednesday Addams."

You coughed and dropped it.

"I'm Xavier. Wanna play hide and seek?"

Wednesday tilted her head questioningly, considering it. You felt uncomfortable under her blank gaze, but kept your head high. Never let your first impression be bad. Stay confident as long as you can. Another of Mother's lessons.

Finally, she spoke. "First found gets into the casket."

Xavier stared as she walked away, turning back to you and raising an eyebrow. "Thirty..." you started. There was no way you would risk climbing into it; you'd already had to watch as they lowered the body into the casket, and it wasn't worth getting up close and personal.

It was a very inspired hiding place.