ʚ Long time no see ɞ - Wyler fic

Woe is me.

Freedom. Freedom is defined as "the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint" in the Oxford Languages dictionary. Tyler felt none of these. He feared making a wrong move, speaking the wrong words, and existing without restraint. In his hand, he held the address of an old friend; Wednesday Addams.

Coping with bipolar disorder, and his existence as a hyde, he had received therapy in confinement. Being diagnosed with a mental illness, and proving that he was at the mercy of Laurel Gates' hands had granted him legal freedom. He hoped that with this knowledge, he could be forgiven. He sighed, his peripheral vision showing many glares and menacing looks. He soon reached the address. Clearing his throat, he knocked on the door.
There was scurrying in the background, the sound of a show pausing as well as an object being put down before the door answered. Instead of black, Tyler was met with pink and blue. Enid.
"How can I help-" She stopped, cheery tone fading as she stared up at Tyler. "Oh. Hell no." She said, shutting the door.

Enid leaned her back against the door with wide eyes. "Wednesday!" She squealed, hurrying to her friend's room. Wednesday had been using her writing hour, several pages in the trash can. She looked at Enid.
"What is so important that you've interrupted my writing hour?" She asked as she stood.
"Tyler's here. At the door." Enid responded. Wednesday's eyes widened slightly as she quickly left the room, opening the front door. "What are you doing here?" She asked with a glare.
"I came to uhm, apologize." He said nervously.
He looked at her, noticing the changes between her being 16 versus now 20. She'd grown her hair some more, and it was currently in one long fishtail braid instead of the two regular braids he'd always known. Her bangs remained the same, and her face still looked half-dead. She hadn't grown much, just a bit of height added to her stature. He noticed the difference in her outfits, and while she was at home she'd usually wear a casual shirt and comfortable pants. Now, she dressed more professionally. An obsidian necklace around her neck matched her black and white dress.
She stared up at him in annoyance. "Well, if you plan to apologize, do so. I am still a very busy woman." She said.
"Right, um...Wednesday, what I did to you was wrong. I understand that I hurt your friends and you, and I'm sorry I didn't tell anyone about what Laurel had done to me. I was...afraid. and I didn't know how to save myself without killing those people." Tyler said with a sigh, looking down at her. Wednesday stared at him. 

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Good." She said, sighing quietly. "I have been attempting to understand why 'normal' people do things that seem odd to me... However, I cannot begin to understand you. Why would you, knowing you had several trusted people to go to, choose to lead me on and attempt to murder my peers and friends?" She said, stepping closer. "I'd like to understand your thought process. Come to the Weathervane tomorrow at three." She said before shutting the door. 

Tyler stared silently at the wooden door for about a minute. Then, he turned around and walked back to his car. "This might be easier than I thought." He said to himself with a small smirk.