Wednesday's POV:
"Welcome to Pilgrim World! Witch trials every day! Two o'clock, four o'clock!" A worker says.
"Wednesday, want to grab a Hummers group photo?" Eugene says, "Guess not." He says defeatedly when I just stare at him.
"Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin." A woman with red hair dressed as a pilgrim says, "I am Mistress Arlene. A real OC. Original colonist. Now prithee, put your cell phones on vibrate and make haste, for you are about to travel back in time to the year of our Lord 1625, to Jericho's first pilgrim settlement." She says smiling at us.
"Yonder. Behold, the meeting house. Inside is a collection of artifacts related to Jericho's most beloved and pious founder, Joseph Crackstone. And beyond is our privy, America's first gender-neutral restroom." She says giving us a quick look around.
"I haveth a query." I tell he urgently.
"Pray, be quick, child." She says demandingly.
"In the meeting house, which of Joseph Crackstone's artifacts are on display?"
"It is truly a treasure trove, including original farm tools, tableware, even the Crackstone family chamber pot."
"Sounds fascinating. I volunteer to work in there."
I say already walking off towards it.
"Pray, no. That exhibit is being renovated. Today, thou will all be working at the beating heart of Pilgrim World." She says putting a hand to her chest dramatically.
"'Ye Olde Fudgery?'" Eugene asks.
"More like ye olde diabetes in a box." I tell him sarcastically.
"Volunteers, prick up thine ears. Fudge is the lifeblood of our humble community. And samples equal sales, so grab a uniform and a box and make our forefathers proud." Mistress Arlene says excitedly.
"Are these for muzzling tourists?" I say glaring at her as I hold up the hate I'm supposed to wear.
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Edward's POV:
"I'm pretty sure it's dead. See the tire treads across its tail?"
I tell Alder trying to calm her nerves.
"Local artist scooped that fella up right here on Route 22." The lady we are volunteering for says.
"You're telling me someone actually goes out and collects roadkill and turns them into that?" Alder asks.
"Can't keep them on the shelves. Got a whole section dedicated to these beauties. Squirrels, skunks, snakes, and my personal fave... family of ferrets at a clambake. Too cute." She says smiling to herself. "You two want to make yourself useful? I reckon they could use a good brush with a Tangle Teezer. It freshens up the fur."
"Maybe we can do that after, like, a... An extended coffee break." I day wrapping my arm around Alders waist and looking down into her honey brown eyes. "Right, Alder?"
"Uh, yeah." She says smiling in relief, "We'll hit the Weathervane. Want us to pick you up something?"
"No need to pay for that overpriced hipster swill." The lady says determinedly. "I'm brewing chaga. It's my own blend. Mushroom tea. I foraged the little buggers myself. Better get teasing. You're in for a treat." She says while smiling and walking away.
"Okay." We both say defeatedly.
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Wednesday's POV:
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Wednesday (Male Wednesday x female reader)
FanfictionWhen a deliciously wicked prank gets Wednesday expelled, his parents ship him off to Nevermore Academy, the boarding school where they fell in love... will he follow in their footsteps or will he make his own path? As the title says it is a Male Wed...
