Wenclair One-Shots

Christmas is Hell (Without You There)

Summary:

Wednesday has been cursed by Christmas Cheer. The only way to break the spell is to kiss under the mistletoe. But where will Wednesday find someone she can tolerate enough to kiss...

Or, Enid comes to the rescue.

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This, was a nightmare.

Normally, Wednesday greatly enjoyed nightmares. Nothing beat starting your day after waking up from one- heart racing, palms sweating and out of breath. Nightmares gave her an extra pep to her step, an almost smile on her face, and inspiration for new torture methods.

But this....this was awful.

Skin crawling, stomach roiling, cold sweat drenching, awful.

And worst of all, she kept breaking out in rashes.

There was just so much color.

Wednesday was so absorbed in her misery, she failed to notice the door to her room opening and closing until Enid let out a low whistle. "I did not take you to be so into Christmas."

"I'm not," Wednesday snapped back. She glared at her roommate from under the black blanket she was wrapped up in.

Enid looked in confusion between Wednesday and all the décor in the room. From the 12 foot tall Christmas tree in gold and red that scrapped the ceiling, to the garlands up and down the columns, to the Christmas music softly playing in the background, to the wreaths and miniature reindeer figurines on any available surface, to the Frosty the Snowman look alike on their balcony, and to the fake snow drifting from nothing on the ceiling.

"Enid, your lack of faith in my hatred of all things holiday is truly disconcerting," Wednesday said.

A loud belly laugh resounded from the bathroom. "Ho, ho ho!"

Enid's eyes bulged out from her skull. "Is that- is that Santa Claus?" She whisper screeched.

"Wednesday," he called out in a jolly tone. "If you don't let me out, I can't give you your presents." The doorknob rattled and that was when Enid noticed the bathroom door was barricaded.

Wednesday hissed at the door. "I deserve coal, not presents."

"You saved the academy this year. That puts you right on my nice list."

Wednesday shuddered and Enid shook her head, trying to ground herself. It wasn't unlike Wednesday to do something out of the ordinary. That usually meant the macabre, not....whatever this was.

"Wednesday, what did you do? Not that I hate the décor, as I really love Christmas, but you have freaking Santa Claus locked up in the bathroom. I don't want to be on his naughty list!"

"Enid, don't worry," he called out from the bathroom. "You're on my nice list. Your mother, however, is on the naughty list this year."

That made Enid feel a bit better.

"I seem to have been cursed," Wednesday stated gravelly.

"Cursed?" Enid echoed.

"Yes."

"By Christmas?"

"Yes," Wednesday answered dryly.

"That doesn't seem so bad."

Wednesday death glared her. "It is proving to be quite an inconvenience for me."

"Well then can't you undo the curse?"

"There seems to be a way to undo it, and it involves..." at this Wednesday swallowed heavily and with some dread announced, "a kiss."

"I see..." Enid trailed off.