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the dark's not taking prisoners tonight

Lmao my friends and i made a rage audio

Summary:
Enid had always been afraid of the dark. Until she met Wednesday.

Enid had always been afraid of the dark.

The dark was full of unknown. The dark could engulf you and swallow you whole if you weren't careful. There were a lot of dangerous things that hid in the dark and called it their home, and so Enid didn't like to think about what would happen if she ever got herself lost out in the void.

She'd keep all her lights on in her room at night. She'd refuse to go down into their basement alone. She kept candles and a box of matches in her nightstand in case the power ever went out.

Her mom would never let her hear the end of it, calling her a coward anytime Enid didn't want to do anything involving being out at night.

"You're a werewolf," her mother had scolded, "We thrive in the dark. You should be ashamed to be afraid of it."

Of course, as Enid grew older and she struggled to transform every month, she wondered if she was even a real werewolf. Maybe that's why she was so terrified of the dark. She was a fluke.

It wasn't long before her parents shipped her across the country to Nevermore, hoping that being around other people like her might speed up the process of her wolfing out.

It was the breath of fresh air she desperately needed. It was nice to be on her own, away from her nagging mom who wouldn't be in her ear every time she made a fuss about keeping all of the lights on.

She decorated her dorm in everything bright. The blankets, the stuffed animals, the glittery fairy lights hanging above her bed, and even the glass on her window combined to create a mosaic of color that wouldn't let the darkness in.

And then there was the moon nightlight she had bought herself.

She has a love-hate relationship with the moon. As a werewolf, you were taught to listen to the moon. But Enid was so frustrated by the fact that the moon never talked to her.

Then again, the moon was also around to light up the night sky for Enid on the nights that felt the darkest.

She liked being at Nevermore. It was fun to be with people as colorful as her, with their different talents and abilities that always kept things interesting. She rose up the popularity ranks quickly, finally happy that there were people that liked her and listened to her thoughts and opinions.

The fact that she couldn't wolf out still followed her around. She'd be out on her balcony at night, listening to the howls ringing in her ears and cursing at the moon for being silent once again.

Each full moon just made her feel more and more lonely. She wondered if she was going to be lonely like this her whole life, shrouded in the darkness.

Then when Wednesday came along.

Wednesday Addams was the embodiment of dark. Her hair was dark, falling down the sides of her face in tightly-knit braids. Her clothing was dark, from her shoes to her jackets and her dresses. And her eyes were dark, not just in color but in the way she looked at Enid.

And yet, for some reason, Enid wasn't afraid of her.

In fact, Wednesday reminded her of the moon. She gave off a similar, eerie glow that Enid was drawn too, yet Wednesday didn't want anything to do with her.

The girl despised Enid's love for color. She despised her music and her writing and how touchy she was and all of her frivolous attempts to befriend her.

So Enid's not surprised when Wednesday asks for her help so she can leave.

"Right now? In the middle of the night?" Enid asks, hands wrapped tight in her sweater sleeves.