Something Venomous Comes This Way

Rewritten Chapter 2

It ached, it burned, their body shook, twitching, unrecognizable among the thick, vibrating, black flesh coating them, overtaking their form.

Their jaw hung open, a large maw of tall, sharp teeth, they snapped at air, unable to stop the disgusting drool falling onto the floor beneath them. Their form was unusually big, feeling somewhat clostrophobic inside their quite small room. They opened their mouth, trying to call out to Eugene, but an uncomfortable growl only rose from within. They stopped, staring at the door in contemplation, internally cheering as it opened and they saw Eugene in front of them. Then, he screamed.

In an instant, Wednesday flinched away from the loud sound, the black mass coating them bubbling up, coming to life once again and being absorbed unnaturally into their skin, leaving them on the floor, their skin burning, their muscles aching, shaking slightly from the exertion.

"W- Wendsday?" He sounded small, fearful, hesitant as he stepped over to his roommate and gently grabbed their arm, pulling them up.

"Not now Eugene, please." Wednesday couldn't open their mouth, so they resorted to sign language, following Eugene and allowing him to pull them from the bedroom to get breakfast

"No problem Wends, take your time, just eat something first. Yeah? porridge and Arsenic, like usual?" Wednesday sat down in the wooden chair, nearly falling off if it wasn't for Eugene keeping them steady. They nodded, barely able to keep their eyes open due to the sudden exhaustion of that uncomfortable transformation.

Eugene turned, making Wednesday's usual breakfast after making sure they were ok, leaving the young Addams to watch in silence, Thing sitting on the table with them. But then, they released that Eugene had to look up to speak with them.

Wednesday tapped silently on the table, looking down at Thing, who tapped along with them in return.

"You look different, Master. What happened?"

Wednesday tilted their head, squinting at the disembodied, stitched together hand.</p><p>"I do not know, but I feel different. After sustainance, I shall begin running experiments. Assist me in the bedroom today, understood?"

Thing tapped an affirmative, hopping from the table to go set up Wednesday's desk for the day.

Eugene set down a bowl of porridge in front of them, the familiar sight of chili flakes and honey adding just the little bit of flavor necessary. Considering they had to abide by the law in this rented apartment, it was better to remain inconspicuous in their eating habits.

"Thank you Eugene." Fingers tapped against the table in Morse code, and Eugene grinned at the polite thanks of his roommate, he was happy to help his best friend.

"No worries, just eat up and take it easy today, please?" Wednesday nodded in agreement, feeling a faint warmth in their chest at the discomforting emotions of their roommate. Eugene was an odd cousin, a symbolic black sheep of the family, much like Uncle Fester, but he reminded them of their younger brother Pugsley, so they were welcoming of the emotional fondness worming it's way into their heart.</p><p>Eugene left Wednesday alone, going to help Thing in the bedroom, to prepare for the well-known search for knowledge that the Addams heir was prone to. The young beekeeper didn't seem to mind it, he was just as curious as they were, especially now with the odd beginning to their morning.

Wednesday picked up their spoon, moving mechanically as they followed familiar actions of eating. Then, they dropped the spoon, gagging on the bland porridge they so often ate. The texture was wrong, too subdued, uncomfortably thick and tasteless. It was no longer safe and they immediately removed themselves from the seat, accidentally knocking the chair backwards. A tingle ran up their spine, their neck twitched to the side, hands scrambling to catch purchase of the table before they accidentally fell along with the chair. They froze, paused and dangling in the air, the black substance was all over their body once again, formed to encase them in an armor which acted upon its own volition, thick, white webs of silk formed from somewhere, their hands gripping and keeping themselves still, balancing precariously on the balls of their feet.

A growl rose in their chest, a call tearing from them despite the discomforting sound of a voice coming from them, but deep enough to not be their own, even with their usual shots of testosterone taken monthly.

"Eugene!"