Monstrous Feelings (Weyler one-shots)

Passionate Monsters

In the enigmatic and shadowy forests of the Addams Mansion, a scorching summer afternoon unfolded with relentless intensity. The town of Westfield was engulfed in the suffocating grip of a heatwave, with defiant thermometers marking a hellish hundred degrees Fahrenheit. Under this merciless sun, Wednesday emerged, unyielding in her essence, clad in a diminutive summer outfit and wearing lightweight lace-up shoes, all naturally shaded in her characteristic palette of darkness.

A dress so light, short, and revealing was not usually part of her repertoire, at least not without the protection of additional layers like dark stockings or a mysterious sweater. However, that day, the temperature had soared to unimaginable heights, pushing her endurance to the limit, even beyond what the skimpy dress would allow.

As she wandered through the dense forest, a relative calm embraced her. She had been dealing with internal tensions, a whirlwind of emotions clouding her mind. In a corner of her being, Wednesday struggled to fit into a new dynamic of friendship with Enid, an active part of the relationship who, while trying to adapt in her own peculiar way, posed challenges.

Meanwhile, Xavier's persistent harassment haunted her. Insistent messages about how he could bring happiness to her life, how together they could achieve a unique perfection, eroded her thoughts. Despite Enid's advice, Wednesday sensed that Xavier would require a much sharper edge to understand that he was not welcome in her world.

But what truly kept her on edge, suffocating in the silence of the night, were the memories of Tyler. The eyes of that boy, deep and enigmatic, his hair seeming to wave in the wind like an echo of mystery, his smile, a blend of charm and defiance, and those lips that ensnared her in a vortex of intense emotions. The betrayal, like a cold knife thrust into her heart, reminded her of the words that still echoed in her mind, a constant echo whispering in the dimness of her darkest thoughts.

Immersed in the depths of her mind, Wednesday found herself trapped in a tangle of somber thoughts, where bitterness and disillusionment wove an unbreakable knot. The mere act of considering the possibility that he had used her as a puppet in his twisted game of deceit inflicted a sharp pain deep within her. The caresses of her memory, the sweet words that once flowed from his lips to hers, had transformed into a cruel pantomime that pierced her dark heart like a blade of obsidian.

The painful realization that her feelings had been undermined by an illusion wove a web of invisible wounds into her soul. The smiles he used to offer her, the promises of sweetness whispered to the wind, had all become a meticulously executed choreography of lies, a torment that plunged her dark heart into crimson shadows.

However, in the depths of her reason, she admitted that she shouldn't bear the full weight of guilt. She wasn't naive, she wasn't swept away by the river of self-deception. Tyler, barely a sixteen-year-old when this agony began, stood as another victim in this dark plot. The shards of his youth had been distorted and twisted under the poisonous influence of an adult woman. Laurel, a sinister puppeteer manipulating tormented souls, emerged as the true antagonist in this tragedy.

The puzzle of her understanding began to fit together more clearly. Tyler, a vulnerable sixteen-year-old, had been shaped and tormented by the corrupted hands of the religious fanatic. Under Laurel's toxic tutelage, Tyler's inner monster had been awakened, transforming him into a grotesque version of himself, a slave to the dark desires of that woman.

This was the wound that resonated deep within her, the certainty that everything they had shared had been a cruel simulation, a performance that was never meant to be genuine. Tyler had never belonged to her, his emotions and loyalty had always been Laurel's property, destined to feed the insatiable darkness within her. It was the Frump curse that dictated a woman Frump's first love would become an eternal bond, an indelible mark on her fate.