𝗙!𝗢𝗖 𝘅 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗲!𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗔𝗱𝗱𝗮𝗺𝘀
The Haydens have lived next door to the Addams family for generations, they were as unique as the family however, the Addams' were reflections of moonlight while the Hayden family were reflections...
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A big, old, rickety house sat on top of a hill with a gate surrounding it. To any outsiders, the home would appear very spooky and creepy with the dark lurking presence and the way fog actively surrounded the home. But to the owners that lived there through many generations, it was home. The graveyard in the property contained many bodies of the long bloodline that had all grown up in the very home that stood atop the hill that most in the local town avoided as much as possible.
Inside the home, an alarm clock that was shaped like the house rang through the creaky home alerting the ones inside that it was time to wake up for the day. A hand crawled out from behind the clock and stretched before hopping down to the floor. This hand was a family mystery, no arms, no body, no legs, and no head yet, the hand was still sentient and a valuable member of the kooky family that lived within the home. He crawled his way down the hallway before skidding to a halt at the sight of a man in the doorway.
Gomez Addams was the patriarch of the Addams family, a passionate man with quite the record hidden behind closed doors. Gomez was viewed to be quite the crafty schemer but most knew him for his more jolly attitude. He can usually be seen adorned in a tight double-breasted striped suit that was clean and ironed to perfection or covered in a rather formal dressing gown -- as he was right at this moment. Gomez looked into a bedroom that looked like it had been abandoned for years, there was dust and cobwebs everywhere.
The hand tugged at the hem of his pyjama pants in an attempt to gain the man's attention. "Think of it, Thing. For twenty-five years, we've attempted to contact Fester in the Great Beyond, and for twenty-five years. . . Nothing. I'm beginning to think my brother truly is lost," Gomez expressed sadly, a frown upon his face. Thing tugged on his pant leg again and motioned for Gomez to follow behind him, the man sighed once again before turning his attention to Thing and relenting to the mystical hands wishes.
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"Don't be a baby. I know what I'm doing," A deep voice that belonged to a seventeen year old boy spoke as he held up a crossbow. He had shaggy black hair and dark eyes that were practically black, his skin was a pale tone and held no blemishes or flaws; almost as though he were a porcelain doll. He wore a completely black suit, rings adorned on his fingers and a chain hung around his neck. Wednesday Addams was the eldest child of Gomez Addams, the boy was a frightful presence to others with a deadpanned look and a monotone voice. His gaze flickered from the boy across from him to the photo that sat on wall, it was one of many that contained himself and his best friend, Cleopatra Hayden.
He aimed his crossbow at his little brother, Pugsley Addams. Pugsley was a plump fourteen year old boy who wore a striped shirt and some black shorts, buzz cut hair that held a lighter tone than that of his older brother and father. Pugsley was tied up with an apple in his mouth, Wednesday fired the crossbow and the arrow hit the apple perfectly. A sly smirk appeared on Wednesday face at the hit while Puglsey let out a small sigh, whether it was relief or sorrow, no one else would know. The eldest of the two put the crossbow down and turned to leave the room, ignoring his younger brother's complaints about still being tied down. "I knew how to escape ropes when I was six," Wednesday scolded his brother before disappearing around the corner.
