𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 | Wednesday x Male Reader

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗

Tyler: You first.

He said as he stepped aside to let me climb up to the hatch.

Y/N: Thanks.

I thanked him before climbing up the ladder and jumping to the attic through the hatch.

Y/N: Alright, now let's see who's making all that noise.

I whispered as I stepped forward.

To my surprise, the hatch fell shut behind me, making the Cello playing come to an abrupt end.

Y/N: Shit...thanks Tyler.

I mumbled.

The silence made all this even creepier, so I kept moving further until I saw a Cello on the ground, with nothing around it.

Y/N: What...

"Who are you?"

A female voice calmly asked me from behind, making me turn around and be met with a sword being pointed to my throat by a black haired, stern but beautiful looking girl.

Y/N: Where did you get that from?

"That does not concern you. Now, answer."

Y/N: I'm Y/N, who are you?

"So you're the new guy. I expected nothing and I'm still disappointed."

She claimed coldly.

Y/N: Well, I climbed all the way up here to find something threatening and haunting. Instead I found a gothic dwarf girl, so I guess you're not the only one disappointed here.

"You're about to get your throat slit by this gothic dwarf girl."

Y/N: No.

I put my hands up and released smoke, but it wasn't a blast as usual, it was just...smoke, non lethal, normal smoke.

Y/N: The hell?

"Are you trying to perform a magic trick of some sort?"

Y/N: No...quite the opposite.

"I do admit that releasing smoke out of your fingertips is impressive...but useless."

Y/N: It's not supposed to be just smoke.

"Is it supposed to be fire?"

Y/N: No, it's supposed to be a damn blast, not just some steam.

"Well, you failed, what are you going to do now?"

Y/N: Ask for your name a second time.

"Wednesday, now what?"

Y/N: Oh, so you're the girl Enid told me about.

Wednesday: Enid told you about me already? That's so typical of her.

Y/N: You don't like being the subject of a conversation?

Wednesday: Not if it's a conversation with Enid. She probably told you that we'll understand each other pretty well, didn't she?

Y/N: Yep, she did.

Wednesday: Foolish of her to think that.

Y/N: Maybe you should open up a little more and stop threatening people with swords. If you could cut that out, I'm sure we'd understand each other just fine.

Wednesday: Listen, there is something very wrong with this school and I seem to be the only one that notices this. I'm onto it and I don't need anyone to get in my way.

Y/N: Playing cello in the attic isn't gonna bring you closer to finding out what's wrong with this place, just saying.

Wednesday: So you agree that there's something wrong here?

She asked, ignoring my comment about her cello.

Y/N: That's what I was told, yes.

Wednesday: Who told you that?

She asked, finally bringing her sword down, burying the tip in the wooden floor.

Y/N: Some weirdo at the entry gates.

Wednesday: Hm, never really talked to him but that would be the first person to notice and address that something's wrong here.

Y/N: I mean it's a school for freaks, so...there's obviously something wrong here.

Wednesday: That's not it, haven't you noticed anything out of the ordinary?

Y/N: I just arrived like an hour ago, so not really. I just find it weird that we're not allowed to go down to the lower floors.

Wednesday: Exactly, and that's just one of many things. They're hiding something down there.

Y/N: What would they hide there?

Wednesday: That's what we'll have to find out.

Y/N: We? Aren't you a loner?

Wednesday: I was, yes. But since you agree with me, we might team up and find out what's haunting this place.

Y/N: So, where and how do we start?

Wednesday: Do you know where the Weathervane Coffee Shop is?

Y/N: Pretty sure I passed it on the way to the school, so yes.

Wednesday: Meet me there in two hours.

Y/N: Why not discuss everything here and now?

Wednesday: Because I have a therapy appointment now.

Y/N: Are you alright? Mentally I mean.

Wednesday: Yes, but others think that I'm not, that's why I'm stuck with this useless therapist.

Y/N: Just call it off. Say you got sick or something.

Wednesday: I can't, Weems is going to check on me if I do that, she'll figure out pretty soon that I lied and send me over there anyways.

Y/N: Weems is a pain in the ass, huh?

Wednesday: Everyone and everything in this school is pain, it's slowly getting on my nerves, and I'm saying this as someone that enjoys pain very much.

Y/N: That's what all people that have never felt real pain say.

Wednesday: How kind of you to judge a person you've just met. You must be a very open-minded guy.

She coldy responded, crossing her arms.

Y/N: Okay, I do admit that it wasn't very nice of me, sorry.

Wednesday: Don't apologize, it makes you look weak. You don't look like a weak guy, so stop trying to be one.

Y/N: I...was just being nice?

Wednesday: Being nice equals being weak nowadays.

Y/N: Kindness shouldn't be mistaken for weakness.

Wednesday: In today's world it often is, so watch your kindness and always be calculating and rational.

Y/N: Should I also be as monotone and cold as you?

She looked me in the eyes and nodded.

Wednesday: Yes, you're slowly beginning to get it, good.

Y/N: Get what?

Wednesday: Nevermind.

Y/N: Nevermind what?

Wednesday: Nothing. Just don't say anything, you'll ruin everything.

Y/N: Got it. So, we'll meet at the Weathervane Coffee Shop in two hours then?

Wednesday: Yes, see you soon.

She said as she walked over to the window and opened it.

Y/N: Uh, wait a second are you just gonna-

A noise behind me made me look over to see absolutely nothing, when I looked back to the window, Wednesday was already gone.

Y/N: Okay...do your Batman exit I guess.