Wenclair Oneshots

Bullet

(Ignore ayano)

sad 'n short chapter. say bye bye to Wednesday 👋 🔫

    Enid cheerfully giggled amongst the small group, looking at Yoko while her phone lit up over and over again, but to Enid's notice, she didn't realize.

    Yoko smiled, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw the flashing lights on Enid's phone.

    "Enid, your phone is gonna blow up," Yoko spoke, tapping on Enid's shoulder.

    Enid turned around, picking up her phone, and on the fresh screen, hundreds of messages and calls spewed out from Wednesday.

    Enid's eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes filled with sorrow.

    "Y-yoko, Ajax, i-i have to go, now."

    Enid got up hastily, tears sprang up in her eyes as she ran off into the building, fumbling and crashing against almost everything and everyone she ran past.

    On the other hand, Wednesday.

    Wednesday stood staring at the tinted morrow that divided their room in halves. A cold, steel gun was held in her palm.

    Life is such a fragile, endless, painful journey.

    Enid ran in frantically, her body freezing as her eyes darted around Wednesday. The gun. Why? Why? Why was there a gun?

    "Enid Sinclair."

    "Wednesday, what, - why??" Enid interrupted Wednesday, her voice shattering.

    "Life is sad. Love makes us helpless. I no longer desire to feel needed by you, or anyone, matter as fact, I don't want to feel needed by the world," Wednesday smiled, gripping onto the gun in her cold palm, fondling it around.

    "Wednesday, what the fuck? Why?? Stop fucking it around! Put it down!" Enid cried out, the clear, hot tears streaming down her saddened face.

    Wednesday turned around, raising the gun up to herself.

     "WEDNESDAY FUCKING STOP, THIS ISN'T SOME-SOMR, FUNNY JOKE."

    "Cross my heart, hope to die. I swore on my own life, I'd never lie. I love you, Enid Sinclair."

    Wednesday's words were ended with a loud sharp sound. Followed by the sound of something hitting the floor.

    Enid became paralyzed, her eyes flooding even more, and she dropped to her knees.

    In front of Enid lay a dead Addams. A girl driven off the edge so far she ended it herself.

    Enid reached out her hand, grazing over the gun.

    Another Bullet.

    "You go out. I go out," Enid shattered, gulping down a lodge in her throat as she looked up at the roof, aiming the gun to her head as Wednesday did.

    "I love you too, Wednesday Addams."

     Bang.