The Addams Family Mansion was full of eerie sounds---there were the creaks from the old furniture, the rustling of leaves from the wind outside, and the occasional rumble from Fester's underground lab. But even with all that, nothing could compete with the sound of Wednesday's heavy bootsteps as she made her way down the corridor. She was on a mission---to find Enid.
As Wednesday opened the kitchen door, she saw Enid sitting in front of the fireplace, her knee wrapped in a bandage. Her face was pale, and her dark hair hung limply off her shoulders.
Wednesday didn't have to be told twice. She knelt in front of Enid, carefully rolling up the bandage on her knee and inspecting the wound. "I need a clean cloth, Enid," she said, "and some alcohol to clean the wound."
Enid nodded silently, her hands shaking as she rummaged through the drawers in search of the necessary supplies. When she returned, Wednesday had set a small table and was preparing to conduct her treatment.
As she cleaned the wound, she couldn't help but notice the way Enid winced with every touch. She'd seen Enid in pain before, but this was different---there was a softness in her eyes that made Wednesday want to be extra gentle.
As she wrapped the clean cloth around the wound, Enid spoke for the first time. "Thank you, Wednesday," she said quietly.
Wednesday shrugged, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. "Don't mention it. You should know I've treated worse."
Enid let out a small laugh. "Oh, I'm sure you have," she said, but Wednesday could hear the relief in her voice---Enid was grateful for the treatment, even if she didn't want to show it.
As Wednesday cleaned up her supplies, she noticed something on the table. It was a small wooden doll, with dark hair and dark eyes, just like Wednesday.
"Did you make this, Enid?" she asked innocently.
Enid smiled weakly. "Yeah," she said, picking it up and holding it to her chest. "I guess I was missing the Addams family more than I thought."
As Wednesday watched, she noticed Enid's fingers tracing over the lines of the doll's features. There was something sad in her eyes, as if she was missing something she couldn't quite place.
"What's wrong, Enid?" Wednesday asked quietly.
Enid looked at her with a start, as if she'd forgotten she was there. "Nothing," she said quickly.
Wednesday's eyes narrowed. "That's not true," she said, her voice low. "You're upset about something, and I want to help."
Enid sighed, letting her head fall back against the chair. "I don't know... I guess I've just been feeling kind of lonely lately. It's hard to explain."
Wednesday nodded, understanding more than she let on. She'd often felt the same way, despite the fact that she was surrounded by her own family. It was a strange, alienating feeling, and she knew exactly how Enid must be feeling.
"Well, you can always talk to me, you know," Wednesday said softly. "I may not always be great at talking feelings, but I'm a good listener."
Enid smiled weakly. "Thank you, Wednesday. Just talking to someone who cares helps a lot."
Wednesday nodded, glad that she'd been able to help. As she left the kitchen, she couldn't help but feel a sense of connection to Enid, as if they were two halves of the same whole. She knew that she had a friend in Enid, and that was something that she valued more than anything.
As Wednesday slipped back into the corridors of the Addams family mansion, her mind was racing with thoughts about Enid and the connection they seemed to share. It was a strange feeling, being so drawn to someone who was so different from her, and yet she couldn't deny that there was something about Enid that she found incredibly intriguing.
She made her way back to her bedroom, where Pugsley was waiting for her. As soon as he saw Wednesday, he brightened up. "Hey, Wednesday," he grinned. "I was just about to make some lunch. Want to join me?"
Wednesday smiled. Pugsley was always there for her, even if he was a bit of an oddballs. She let him lead her back to the kitchen, where he was already preparing a sandwich. "So, what were you doing down in the kitchen earlier?" he asked curiously.
Wednesday hesitated for a moment before deciding to tell him about her encounter with Enid. As she spoke, she watched Pugsley's face light up with understanding. "You like her, don't you?" he said excitedly.
Wednesday blushed. "I don't know," she said. "I don't think I've ever liked someone like this before."
Pugsley grinned. "Well, from the way you were talking about her, it sounds like you definitely have feelings for her."
Wednesday rolled her eyes. "You make it sound like such a simple thing," she said. "But it's so complicated. She's so different from me, and yet there's something about her that I can't resist."
Pugsley nodded. "I get it," he said. "Enid is definitely not like anyone else we know. But maybe that's what makes her so special. She's not perfect, but she's real. And sometimes, that's exactly what we need."
As Wednesday left the kitchen and headed upstairs to her bedroom, she couldn't help but wonder why she felt so drawn to Enid. Was it her intelligence? Her kindness? Her strength? Or was it something else entirely, something that she couldn't quite put her finger on?
She lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought, when she heard a soft knock at her door. Enid was standing in the hallway, looking as though she was about to burst with excitement.
"What is it, Enid?" Wednesday asked, sitting up.
"I finished that art project we were working on," Enid said, holding up the sketchbook she was carrying. "I'd love for you to take a look, if you have the time, of course."
Wednesday's own excitement flared as she took the sketchbook from Enid's hands. The pages were filled with beautiful illustrations of various members of the Addams family in different scenes and settings. There was Pugsley playing with his puppets in the attic; Fester conducting an experiment in his underground lab; Morticia and Gomez sitting in their parlor, surrounded by their collection of dark and moody artwork. It was all so accurate and well-done, it was as though the characters had come to life right there on the pages.
"This is incredible, Enid," Wednesday said, her voice filled with awe. "You captured everyone so perfectly."
Enid blushed, but not in embarrassment—it was a blush of pride. "Thank you, Wednesday," she said. "I'm so glad you like it."
Wednesday leaned forward, eager to see what else Enid had drawn. As she turned the pages, she saw sketches of Wednesday herself—alone in her bedroom, working in the garden, with Pugsley in the kitchen, making a meal. Each one was rendered with such care and attention to detail, it was as though Enid had captured Wednesday's very essence on the page.
"This is just amazing, Enid," Wednesday said, almost in a whisper. "You've captured things about us that not even we know ourselves."
Enid's eyes shone with a gentle light. "I'm just happy to be able to capture the world around me, you know? The Addams family, with all its weirdness and darkness, is so fascinating to me."
And as Wednesday and Enid sat in the Addams family mansion, surrounded by sketches and illustrations, they shared moments of laughter, moments of quiet reflection, moments of companionship.
For Wednesday, this was something new—someone who not only understood her, but who was interested in her. Enid was a constant presence in her life, whether it was going for walks in the garden, exploring the various rooms of the mansion, or simply spending time together, doing nothing at all.
And for Enid, this was likewise something new—someone who not only accepted her, but who sought her out. Wednesday was different from anyone else Enid had ever met, and yet there was something about her that made Enid feel at ease.
In the end, the two of them settled into a comfortable routine, one that consisted of spending time together, talking, laughing, and simply being themselves. For Wednesday, it was something she had never expected—for the first time in her life, she felt like she had someone who really understood her.
And for Enid, it was something she had never thought possible—for the first time in her life, she felt like she had a true friend.
