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Breaking Down Walls

Summary:
It wasn't that Wednesday hated cats. In fact, she even respected them. Just not this one.

When Enid first barged into their room, stray in tow, begging to keep the furry creature, Wednesday's knee-jerk reaction was to say no. She already struggled with one roommate, and saw no need for a second.

"Pleaseeeee can we keep keep him? I'll feed him, brush him, and clean up any mess he makes, I promise!"

"No."

"But whyyy? I'll be doing all the work! You can just pretend he's not there! I could even train him not to go on your side of the room!" Wednesday scowled at the notion that a cat could be trained to do anything, let alone by Enid.

"Nevermore doesn't allow pets."

"And since when has that ever stopped you? Besides! He's even your favorite color!" Enid grinned, holding up the poor creature in front of her.

That was when Wednesday saw its eyes - the icy blue of a winter lake, just waiting to crack and swallow anyone careless enough to walk across. The same color as Enid's eyes.

Then Wednesday did something stupid, a rare occurrence she generally tried to avoid.

"Fine. You will take full responsibility for it, including the inevitable day you're caught harboring your feline friend in our room. Is that understood?"

"YES! Yes, yes a thousand times yes!" She dropped the cat unceremoniously on the floor and started jumping up and down, grinning ear to ear. Wednesday felt something warm and fuzzy and absolutely dreadful well up inside her at the sight. She squashed it immediately.

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Enid, (likely in an attempt to manipulate wednesday into caring for the creature) gave her the choice of picking a name. Lucifer, she had decided on something simple and basic that she wouldn't grow attached to. Almost every uninspired or unwilling addams to get a black cat named it Lucifer, a tradition she decided to uphold.

Soon after, Wednesday realized her mistake. She had misjudged the feline, expecting it to be cold, uncaring, and distant. Instead, it held up to Enid's wants and expectations perfectly. It cuddled and played, purred and licked. How disgusting.

What was even worse was how Enid had reacted to their new roommate.

Prior to this, she and Wednesday had been getting along a bit better. Enid was participating in their morbid banter more often, and Wednesday had even gotten comfortable enough around Enid to share the story of Nero, her first scorpion's tragic death.

That was until Lucifer came along, and ruined that for them.

Now Enid hardly ever spoke to Wednesday about all the trivial little things in her life. Why would she? She had Lucifer for that. Now, Enid did ask to cuddle or hug, she had Lucifer for that! She even spoke to the damn thing more than Wednesday!

She didn't even know why she cared about these things, it wasn't like she enjoyed them in the first place. She was probably just upset to see Enid happy. Yeah, that was it.

And so, that was it. Wednesday didn't like the cat because she didn't like seeing Enid happy, nevermind any contradictions already forming in her head.

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Fortunately, Wednesday had a little companion of her own. Not a pet, per se, but a Thing.

Apparently even cat's were bothered by sentient severed appendages.

Thing and Lucifer had their own territorial feud, keeping Lucifer to Enid's side of the room. This was convenient for all parties involved. Enid didn't have to try and train a cat, Lucifer didn't get knocked down a life, and neither Wednesday nor Thing had to deal with an angry, grieving Enid.