Wednesday Addams Oneshots

Stray Pt.2✍️📜

Y/n's first time properly meeting Ghost/Salem-

I'm wrapped in a blanket and sitting on the couch as I flick through the TV lazily, I hear a bang in the hallway, "Salem?" I ask into the silence, the TV plays idly in the background as I throw the blanket off my shoulders, my curiosity peaking as I sluggishly pick myself up from the couch. "Salem?" I call out again, my footsteps light and small as I peer behind the living room door, I see a whip of black hair rush into my bedroom. Except...

That was far too big to be Salem, I grab my umbrella from its stand, holding it with two hands in a defensive stance as I creep to my bedroom, I edge closer to the open door, breathing heavily when I hear light footsteps patter along the floor, 'This son of a bitch wants to break into my house? Not today.' I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before entering the room at rapid speed, my umbrella held high as my eyes trained on the figure.

"Who the fuck!- YOU?!" I say with shock as I look at the girl from the kitchen, it's been two months since I last saw her, when she disappeared after I turned the light on Enid thought I was hallucinating she took me to a doctor, and now I'm seeing her again? My eyes look at her intensely the umbrella still held high in the air, I point it at her shakily, "Ok" I breathe raggedly, "Who. The fuck..." I look around my room for anything of use, when I find nothing I take one careful step towards the girl who has been silent and still the entire time. "Are you..." I say sternly, it doesn't sound like a question, more of a demand.

She looks at me with a shock-stricken face, her demeanour is cold and uncaring, yet I can tell I've caught her off guard with her mouth slightly agape and her irregular slow breathing as she tries to keep quiet, she stands at my wardrobe defensively, glancing around the room every now and then when my prolonged eye contact is too much for her, she is slightly shorter than me, and might I dare say. Attractive.

Her lack of response fuels my fear and anger from the lack of explanation, "I'll ask again." I begin in a low tone, "Who, are you?" I growl, a scowl on my face as I try to control my breathing, and my rapidly beating heart as I feel the anxiety race with tingles all over my entire body down to my fingertips. She opens her mouth to speak but shuts it quickly. I squint my eyes at her, the umbrella pointed at her like a sword, "Well? Can you speak?" I ask her. She nods, I jab her shoulder with the tip of my umbrella, "Then speak, or I'll have to ask you to leave."

"I- um..." She stammers, her voice hoarse, it seems like she hasn't used it in a while. "I...I'm not a bad person..." Her voice is a whisper, just a graze of a sound and I have to focus hard to listen to her, I hum, mostly in confusion as that isn't the answer I'm hoping for, but nonetheless, I lower my umbrella slightly, it still clutched tightly in my hand, just in case.

"What-..." I struggle to find the correct wording as I take a deep breath. "What are you doing...in my house? And who are you?" I ask her more softly, my aggressiveness slowly fading as I just want to know what the hell is going on.

"My name is Wednesday...and uh...I'm not really...sure?" she speaks quietly, her voice a little deep yet mature, it's rather soothing, "I...woke up here? I guess, I'm only able to roam at certain times, so I'm not quite sure how I'm here." She explains carefully, speaking clearly to me.

"Right, right..." I mutter to myself more than 'Wednesday'. I'm still not sure about her, so I keep a close eye on her as I take a step back into the hallway, looking at my phone that rests on the couch, 'I could call the police...but would they even take me seriously?' I shrug off the idea with an inward scoff, 'The police are useless, no bother in wasting my time.'

"Ok..." I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose as I cross my arms, looking at the stranger whom I've recently come to know as Wednesday, "Wednesday? Correct?" I ask, she nods timidly, "Right..." I click my tongue, looking up at the ceiling in thought, "You said that you only appear at a specific time." I recall, "What did you mean by that? Exactly." I question, looking back down at her.