This time, it's Tyler asking Wednesday to a Nevermore dance.
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Even monsters and murder weren't good enough excuses for Wednesday to avoid her therapy sessions in Jericho. After weeks of no news, the girl was finally informed that a new therapist from Burlington had been sent to temporarily take over Dr. Kinbott's patients while the smaller town searched for someone more permanent. Nevermore's acting principal expressed his thoughts that continued therapy would be good for Wednesday following the traumatic events of her first semester at the school for outcasts. Wednesday disagreed on the grounds that she had seen more traumatic things in the past and therapy hadn't made a difference yet, but her opinion was clearly not taken into consideration.
And so, she found herself back in Dr. Kinbott's office, sitting across from a woman who was currently flipping through the deceased therapist's notes about the gothic girl.
"It really seems like you've been through a lot recently, Wednesday. How are you feeling about all of the sudden changes?" Wednesday almost rolled her eyes. Dr. Kinbott wasn't able to make her crack, and she certainly wasn't about to openly share anything with this newcomer.
"It's the perfect inspiration for my new novel. I think it's time that I dive into more grotesque themes." Wednesday's speech was as deadpan and monotonous as ever, her face revealing absolutely nothing.
The therapist sighed and placed Wednesday's file on a small table next to her. "Wednesday, you've seen things and experienced things that no 16-year-old should ever have to go through. It's okay to feel unsettled and unsure."
"Those feelings are for people that are weak and can't manage their emotions. Nothing in this miserable experience called life has ever left me feeling unsettled or unsure." In the back of her mind, Wednesday knew was lying, but she would rather die a slow, painful death than reveal those thoughts to a stranger. She would rather die a slow, painful death anyways. More dramatic for when someone inevitable writes her biography.
The woman gently smiled at Wednesday. "You're not going to scare me away, Wednesday. I'm in it with you for the long haul."
A long haul indeed, Wednesday almost scoffed. She needed to get out of this warm, stuffy office before her brain exploded. "May I use the restroom?"
"Nice try, but I have records of your previous escapes," the therapist said with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. "I'm sure it can wait until after our session."
Wednesday sighed through her nose, but stayed put. She would endure the remainder of this session, but she was under no obligation to answer any more ridiculous questions. If the therapist wanted answers so badly, she could torture them out of the teen. At that thought, Wednesday did let her lips quirk up the tiniest bit. She would like to see the soft woman try.
___________________________________________________________The remainder of the session passed mostly in silence with the therapist attempting to connect with Wednesday and the dark-haired girl giving her nothing. Wednesday had to give her credit for trying, and she almost felt sorry, but Wednesday prided herself on being as difficult as possible.
The teen found herself walking to the Weathervane after leaving the therapist's office; she needed caffeine after all the questioning. The door jingled as she stepped in, and her eyes immediately zeroed in on the boy behind the counter. Tyler had been back in town for a few weeks now, and he and Wednesday had come to something of an understanding.
While Wednesday and the other Nevermore students had been on break after Laurel Gates had been apprehended and taken into custody, Tyler had been in some secret facility undergoing intense therapy and monitoring. With the limited information she had been given, Wednesday understood that Tyler's Hyde had been locked as he no longer had a master. While the girl still had some feelings about the boy that she didn't quite understand, she was not one to hold a grudge for something that one had no real control over. Lord knows that Wednesday had participated in more than her fair share of twisted games and violent schemes; she didn't hold it against the boy.
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Wednesday x Tyler (Wedler) Oneshots
FanfikceI don't care what anybody says, these two are my everything. I have a story in my head that I want to write for them, but until I can plan it out, I wanted to make a collection of scenes that I can't stop thinking about. As of now, the plan is for a...