Wenclair One-Shots

Vexing Cyphers

Summary:

Wednesday Addams has only ever written letters if she wanted to communicate with someone. Now, she has a smartphone, and someone to regularly communicate with. Her lack of experience however leads to confusion as she receives a cypher she can't solve.

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Wednesday's first semester at Nevermore academy had been an eye opening one. Among the normie students at regular Normie high school, she could rationalise that her unfamiliarity with modernity was simply a difference between her family and Normie's. Nevermore had shown her this was not the case, and that her lack of modernity was actually just her.

She wasn't 'hip with the kids' as Enid had texted her.

That brought her to the thing in her hand.

Wednesday had to give credit to whoever invented the smartphone. It was a wonderful torture device, something so devious and subtle that she had heard many a student at Nevermore claim that their very life would end were they to break theirs. However, she found it's torture too subtle, where was the pleasure in the torture if the participant did not know they were being tortured, played with and destroyed bit by bit? She would also have to call the designers bluff on the 'smart' naming, because Thing had more intelligence than the plastic and circuitry in her hand.

She narrowed her eyes, looking over the latest text from Enid. She hated how much Enid knew her, because every text from the girl was a vexing mystery, almost as fun to try and solve as a cold case from the 1800's. You see, Enid used a cypher when texting her, not subtly, but openly, seemingly enjoying lording over her the fact that Enid now knew something she herself did not. This was of course, unacceptable.

She looked toward the page she had written with her typewriter. The cypher Enid used was both impossible to solve and sometimes too easy, that had to be on purpose.

She had been staring between the phone with its latest and most vexing cypher and her list she had written, trying and failing to figure it out. She thumbed clumsily back up, looking at the context of the cyphers usually lead to solving them, but this was truly the first time she was at a loss.

Wednesday: Dear Enid,

After hearing of your predicament with your mother and suitors, I delved into the family library. With the help of my mother, I found a selection of potions that can be used as boy repellents and some werewolf repellents (though I suspect that you will have a similar reaction as any other of your kin to these).

Some of these are highly effective, I remember using the Artemis Gaze potion to great affect when I was eleven and my brother annoyed me. One drop and he was forced to sleep out in the graveyard for a week for fear of losing his mind. T'was a most relaxing week.

I have copied them down and sent them via post to your address. I hope they arrive swiftly, for your sanity but mainly mine.

Sincerely, Wednesday.

It had taken a few minutes to get a response, but when it did happen it occurred in the usual barrage of Enid motor mouthing that Wednesday had come to... tolerate.

Enid: U dnt ned 2 sign ur name on texts lol I no who u r

Enid: But rlly u did that 4 me?? JRSWRFREWBUV

Enid: That's vry kind ty ty Probs won't b using wolf repellent tho lmao but could b good prank on brthrs!!!!!!!