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3rd PERSON POV...
Wednesday is currently chained with her arms above her head in Crackstones crypt as she watches Thornhill add the finishing touches to whatever it was she was doing.
"I have to admit, that shape shifting stunt with Weems almost worked, and Athena was far too clever for her own good" Thornhill says as Wednesday glares at her
"But as my father always said, 'if you want to outsmart an outcast you got to out-think them'" You know we have roots that go all the way back to Joseph Crackstone" Thornhill explains
"So you come from a line of psychotic killers too" Wednesday retorts back
"Joseph Crackstone was a visionary, dedicated to protecting normies from outcasts until his life was cut short by your ancestor, Goody Addams. And then to add insult to injury, they stole his land to built that abomination of a school" Thornhill monologues dramatically
"But, throughout the centuries, my family has remained committed to Crackstone's mission. My brother died serving that cause. I decided to take a different approach, the supernatural" Thornhill adds
"Tyler's been collecting these body parts to resurrect Crackstone" Wednesday says in realisation
"The one man who nearly succeeded in eradicating the outcasts" Thornhill replies
"You can't wake the dead" Wednesday states "Believe me, I've tried"
"I believe your ancestor Goody Addams would disagree" Thornhill says holding up a book
"Goody's book of shadows, you're the one who stole it from Pilgrim World" Wednesday says
"It wasn't enough for Goody to kill Crackstone, she had to curse his soul too" Thornhill says
"What does this have to do with me?" Wednesday asks
"My dear Wednesday, you are the key. Your arrival at Nevermore set the wheels of my plan in motion. Goody sealed Crackstone in his sarcophagus with a blood lock, only one of her direct descendants can open it. A living descendant on the night of a blood moon. So, I bided my time and made you feel special until you were ready to be sacrificed" Thornhill explains as she releases Wednesday from the ceiling and drags her up the stairs towards the sarcophagus.
Grabbing a knife, Thornhill slits Wednesdays palm before pressing it against the blood lock as Wednesday groans in pain as her hand sizzles.
