Mistakes were made.

Meet up.

Wednesday yawned, listening to the teacher talk on about some kind of history, probably a war, something that would have interested her if she wasn't fighting off a little headspace with her life. 

She took her pen from beside her paper, doodling a little bat in the corner, followed by another and another. Soon enough the entire paper was covered in little bats, more commonly known as cercles with wings.

"Do you want some of my gel pens to colour them?" Enid asked. A stupid question, bats were black, though their eyes tended to be yellow...

She took the gold gel pen, starting to add little cercles inside the original ones. "Gonna give them toenails!" She giggled, starting to add more yellow lines on the little feet she had drawn.

"Shhh, you need to be more quite, baby." Well where was the fun in that. She huffed, having finished all her drawings now, leaving her with nothing to do.

"I colour in you paper?" She asked quietly, reaching for a purple pen. Purple was bearable.

"No, Mama needs this paper to do her work. Do you want one of my extras from my binder?"

Wednesday was about to respond when a hand slammed down on her paper. "Do you think this is funny, miss Addams?" He hissed, his hand crumpling her art. "I expect you to pay attention in my class, wether you are a freaking baby, or a cat."

The mans aggressiveness made her shy away, her heart pounding. She hated this, she hated it so much. Tears pricked her eyes as she watched her art get crumpled into a ball and tossed to the trash.

"If you are going to be like this, you can leave."

Gladly. Wednesday grabbed Enid's hand, trying to pull her away from the table. "Alone!"

"She can't go alone! She's two!" Enid stood up with her, shooting a stink eye at the teacher.

"I don't believe in this regression shit! Sit back down and let her go alone, Sinclair!"

Wednesday rushed out of the class, running as fast as she could until she reached their dorm again. She threw herself into Enid's bed, letting big crocodile tears rush down her face. That was her drawing, and he had ruined it. All those poor bats were dead now.

She took a deep breath, kicking her Marry Jane covered feet back and fourth. Enid had placed her in a lovely outfit today if you asked her. White tights, little black dress and space buns, something she had worn when she was actually a child.

Reaching over, she picked up one of the stuffed animals that always lay on Enid's bed, pulling it close to her chest. Where were her parents? They had said they would come today. They should be here while Enid wasn't.

She didn't know how much longer she lay there sobbing, but her throat fell raw, her entire face swollen. She couldn't remember the last time she had cried this hard, even her torso was sore.

"Wednesday," she felt warm arms pull her to their chest. Enid's familiar vanilla smell washed over her.

"He killed m-my bats!" She managed through sobs, her little fists gripping onto the purple uniform.

"I know he did, that was mean."

Just as Wednesday was about to add to her ongoing line of things he had done ever so rudely, the door creaked and a group of people let themselves in.

"Why it looks quite lovely in here," Morticia hummed, running her finger along one of the pillars.

Seeing her parents, Wednesday quickly tried to clear herself of tears, though she knew it did no good, as they didn't stop falling. Instead, she just burrowed her face where the back of her head had been seconds prior.

"Ah our Little Scorpion!" Gomez's voice filled the room effortlessly. "Where is she?"

How had they not yet noticed her? She stayed silent, wishing for her tear-covered face to stay hidden as long as possible.

"Right here, we are having a bit of a rough day." Damn you Enid.

"Oh how unfortunate," Morticia hesitated before sitting on the bright bed, placing her hand on her daughter's back. "Would you like to go grave digging, that's a lovely pastime to get yourself feeling better."

Did she not see that she was snuggling with Enid right now? She let out a small huff, yawning into her chest. 

"I think she's a bit tired.." Enid slid her hand under Morticia's, pushing her away just light enough that it wouldn't be rude. 

"Ah..."

She was not an actual child, she didn't need a nap! Wednesday arched away from her captor, turning towards her Mum. Honestly, she felt stupid with her continued sniffling. 

"Oh you look just as you did when you were younger, the memories...ah when you chased your father around with that mace that you could hardly carry..."

Wednesday was about to shoot Enid a 'told you so, give me back my knifes' look before Morticia added a note about the amount of injuries that came with those extravagant chasing. 

"So why are we here again?" Pugsly asked, seeming bored. "You guys seem to be doing fine."

"Becuz I still looks like dis!" Wednesday gestured to her miniature body, then where she was sitting. 

"And it's funny as fu-"

"As she was saying, she can't stay like this forever, besides, we have been seeing some...changes."

"What sort of changes?" Morticia asked, looking slightly worried.

"Rather regressive behaviours, and they're getting more frequent."

This time it was Gomez who frowned, tapping his chin lightly. "Has she been referring to anyone as a parental figure?" 

Well crap, she wasn't answering that stupid question, she wouldn't let herself be so stupid, she was a teenager, not some stupid freaking- "Mama," she leaned back, gripping Enid again. 

Gomez nodded. "I understand, mi amor, I believe we may have to call...your Mother."

"My Mother? She's your Mother!"

"No, I think she's yours, last time we checked-"

"Just call the woman so we can head home!" Pugsly whined, an odd way to address his grandmother. 

"Well she will need to come over here then, this is a rather... face-to-face matter."

"So now we wait againnnn." Why couldn't she just get out of this damn body.

"Yes, yes we do."