As The Woe Turns: A World Before Woe

Welcome To The Dark Side W.A.

In the beginning there was darkness.

And that's exactly how she liked it.
Darkness is cold, calm, quiet, and peaceful. Unless unsettled. It is unassuming , subtle, nonjudgmental, and untamable. It's the absence of that makes it complete. It is the unknown variable. A place to hide. Most people fear it. It can not be controlled or ever fully eradicated. Shadows always linger near. There are no chains or locks and keys or conventional constraints to contain it. It can only be held at bay. Staved off. Pushed back. Never destroyed. Most cautionary tales begin with '...be home by dark...' '...stay away from the dark..." or "...don't trust the dark...' yes, things can hide in the dark so most people fear it. At least a little bit. It is a perfectly rational fear to have. Isn't it?
Wednesday Addams didn't fear the dark.
She embraced it fully.
She embodied it.

*⚠️warning some non cannon, non conventional hot takes to follow⚠️*

Like most Addams, Wednesday lived in a world of black, gray, and white. She preferred the simple and the dark to the colorful and the chaotic. From clothing and accessories to decor, void was her color palette of choice. It was her comfort zone. The darkness and the absence calmed her. It's one of the reasons she flat out denounced and detested most forms of modern technology. They were bright, busy, and chaotic. That and the gadgets that were supposed to make things easier only tended to complicate them in her opinion. She saw it with her immediate family mostly her father and brother on a regular basis. They also tended to malfunction in her hands. So there was that.

Wednesday was a quiet observer by nature. She lived in this world. But she kept technology at an arms length. She didn't have to like it but she understood its purpose. The pieces of modern technology everyone seemed so enamored with, phones, televisions, and computers grotesquely imbued the very essence of colorful mind control.
Blue screens, tricolor retina scaring displays and bright lights blasting directly into ones cerebral cortex attempting to control their every move. What people watched, what they read, what they ate. The influence was everywhere. She preferred to make her own choices. Her own decisions. She had her own likes and dislikes and it was going to stay that way. It was an easy choice to make when color also over stimulated her. It caused her brain to slightly malfunction. It played on some of her sensory issues even if she did refuse to acknowledge them.

In spite of her distaste for technological advances, Wednesday is clever and cunning. She adapted to learn in her own way. People were doing it for centuries before the invention of computers after all. She is exceptionally intelligent, calculated, and precise in all that she does. She had read nearly every book in the family library. From a young age she was an observer. A sponge with a near eidetic memory. Most things came easy to her even without tech in her life. She learned everything she possibly could about any and all subjects that interested her, and then put most of her knowledge in to practice in one way or another. She worked hard and became a master of all things she chose to do.
She heavily favored and excelled at writing and linguistics, playing most stringed instruments cello being her favorite, and becoming proficient in all forms of weaponry with exceptional skill in hand to hand combat, bows, and blades.

In addition to her studies and extracurricular activities, Wednesday worked hard and became a master of her emotions and expressions. She learned from a young age, six to be exact, that tears never solved anything so she set her mind to complete and total self control. It took a few years, but she deemed it a worthy challenge. She studied the stoics, and other masters of control. Her Uncle Fester taught her the ways of the monks that had held him prisoner for five years as well. Meditation and martial arts. Self discipline and control became her greatest assets. Her best line of defense against the mundane and plebeian world she was forced to exist in.

Wednesday was always small for her age and didn't follow societal norms. Bullies seemed to flock to her even in elementary school. If you're going to choose to be different, you had better be tough. At first she would lash out and fight back, but that only tended to get HER in trouble. That was unacceptable. So, her lack of reaction and indifference then became her greatest weapons to wield against the unworthy. That and subterfuge. After a while the culprits tended to get bored and leave you alone when they didn't get the reaction they had wanted from you. Of course she never really let the offense go unpunished. There would always be something that happened to the bully. Some form of pain would always follow. Revenge served warm with a side of pain was Wednesday's favorite dish to savor. But cold with pain was still palatable as well. As long as there was pain involved really. Seven schools in five years worth. There would have been more, but one more thing she had learned well from Uncle Fester was to have a fall guy as often as possible.