When You're An Addams

You Need To Rest In Peace

Chad had grown up as an only child, as well as the only boy in a house run by women. His childhood home was generally rather calm and quiet, especially with his mom and Oma having quieter personalities. The two could raise hell when they wanted, don't get him wrong, but they just both preferred a peaceful home atmosphere.

Living with the Addams was basically like living in an amusement park and haunted house in one.

Considering how he hadn't really ever experienced the odd sibling bonds some of his friends had, it was surreal to just be dropped directly into essentially having five of them. Six if you counted Uncle Fester, which sometimes he did.

For all the fun of Bren and Wednesday's overt bickering and Uncle Fester's antics- even April's pleasant discussions on stuff like the symbolism of impalement in literature or helping Pugsley with essays- it was starting to grate on him after a month.

The house was never quiet. Peaceful, yes. Quiet? Never truly. Even in the middle of the night if he woke up there was always something.

Well, there was one spot in the household that was somehow quiet on the rare occasion he entered, but...he never knew exactly how welcome he was there. Fin and Bren had gotten closer lately, and April seemed to get along with the tall, lanky guy just fine. He also wanted to be good friends, but, somehow he always seemed to put his foot in his mouth around Fin. So, generally he left him be.

But today...today, he was exhausted and desperate.

Fin called for the quiet but firm knocker to enter, finding a save point in his game before turning to see his visitor. Today was a streaming day, but most of the Addams' household aside from Bren didn't know about his side hustle. So he could forgive the intrusion. Besides, his followers were aware he's in a shared living situation and there may be interruptions. Bren had even hopped on and played with him once.

It was harder to convince them all that Kitty was actually a dog wearing a lion's mane costume since the cat would come and go as it pleased, but whatever.

Chad stared for a moment, confused. "Your hair is purple."

Muting his mic, Fin nodded "Its a wig. One of my friends back home taught me how to put it on. Realistic, isn't it? Now, did you need something?"

Finally noticing the popular streaming platform on one of the monitors, Chad groaned. "Sorry, man, I didn't mean to interrupt anything! It's nothing important, I'll jus-"

"Chad, you never come in here alone. Is everything okay?" Chad froze before looking down as he fidgeted in the doorway.

"Yeah, I just...I'm not used to all this noise around here. Been having trouble sleeping and your room is somehow always quiet." He admitted sheepishly. "I was gonna see if I could just sit in here for a bit but I see that you're busy."

Fin gave a soft almost-smile. "Come in and close the door behind you. Stay quiet." With that he flipped his mic back on before looking back at his camera. "Hey guys I'll be right back. Helping out a friend...no, not Mayhem. They're not playing with me today, sorry guys. Should just take a second." With that he stood, abandoning his chair to come closer. "You're going to want to stay on that side of the room if you want to avoid being on camera."

"Oh, I don't mind if you don't. Kinda got used to the stage after all my opera stuff." Chad shrugged "But I'm happy to stay off camera if it's better for your stream, dude. You didn't have to stop it."

"Its okay. I had gotten to a good save spot before the next quest. So I'm not sure how peaceful it will be in here considering I'm gaming, but I've got a white noise machine and an old noise canceling headset if you'd like to hang out in here for a bit." Chad's head snapped up, shocked.