Dreams and Nightmares: Son of Morpheus Reader

Y/n of the Endless

Quite some time has passed since Crackstone and Nevermore had recovered, at least that was what everyone thought. As did Wednesday, she expected the school to become a boring hell hole but yet it didn't. It wasn't long after the previous event that everyone started complaining about nightmares, every student having similar nightmares and yet every councilor would claim it as a side effect of Crackstone but then not long after that, people wouldn't wake up. Students and teachers alike would fall asleep and not wake up the next morning, they would all enter a coma-like state which soon spread across the city of Jericho.

And then it started, Wednesday's visions came back with a vengeful spirit. She kept having visions of a dark room, void of all contents except one, a figure laying on the ground shivering. She would hear his whispers, she would hear his deep raspy voice clearly as if he was whispering in her ear and calling to her. And as if fate wanted to test the young Addams, this 'Sleep Sickness' hit someone close to her.

She awoke from her slumber to find her room oddly cold and quiet, sitting up she saw Enid still wrapped in her blanket, and fear shocked Wednesday to the core as she ran over to her friend's bed. As she feared, Enid had entered this comatose state, and like with every other victim, there was nothing anyone could do, or at least there wasn't anything these people could do but Wednesday felt whoever this boy was, that he might actually be able to fix this and she just needed to find him.

And that was why it was around midnight as Wednesday was walking through the halls of Nevermore while she ran her hand across the walls with Thing gripping onto her shoulder. "Whoever he is, he has to be somewhere near, I..." She was cut off as she felt a chill run down her spine as she stared at the statue of Richard Allan Poe. "Maybe." She whispered as she snapped her fingers twice before the statue moved, revealing the entrance to the Nightshades hideout.

Wednesday slowly descended into the dark room as her eyes scanned the area. "I've been here so many times, I couldn't have missed anything." She spoke to Thing however, it seemed like she was trying to convince herself actually. Just then a Raven flew out from behind some bookshelves and flew around the room a few times before landing on the same shelf. "This bloody bird." Wednesday hissed as Thing loosened his grip on her shoulder as he calmed down. "Like I said, nothing." She spoke as she turned around to leave, only for the Raven to let out a loud croak before flying in circles again when Wednesday turned to the feathered creature, it calmed down and landed on the same shelf again. "Strange." She commented as she walked over to the books, never once taking her eyes off the Raven until she reached the shelf.

She began running her hand along the books while studying each one, looking for any anomalies but instead of finding a secret switch or anything she felt electricity flow through her body as her muscle tensed up with the all-to-familiar feeling of having a vision.

She found herself standing in the darkroom once again, but this time she stood inside of yellow and red markings that formed a circle around her, her eyes quickly scanning the area around her as she tried to figure out what was going on.

"A Psychic?" A deep raspy voice spoke out in the darkness. Turning around Wednesday looked right into a large wall of muscle, her eyes followed the muscles upwards until her dark emotionless eyes landed on a pair that were glowing a bright green. "I must thank you for helping me escape." The raspy tone slipped out from between his lips.

"Who are you?"

"I'll answer all your questions, but first..." He spoke as he stared into her eyes as the room around them began to shift, everything changed until they were standing in a graveyard at night as the rain poured down on them. "Strange, normally people want to be at the beach or somewhere nice." He questioned as he looked down at the girl dressed in black, "You really are a weird one." He bent down until he could grab a handful of the dirt before standing up and squeezing his fist tight. Just as Wednesday was about to speak he opened his palm and blew the sand-like substance that seemed to multiply until it surrounded the two of them.