Two Wednesday Addams story

Chapter 2

Double Trouble at Nevermore Academy

Flashback

The dilapidated yet enchanting halls of Nevermore Academy buzzed with whispers of another event yet to unfold. Students bustled about, excited to be part of the peculiar institution's legacy. Somewhere within the campus, a new Wednesday Addams, whose dark attire was only matched by her morbid demeanor, was about to meet someone from her family's past.

Marilyn Thornhill stood at the front of a vintage-style classroom littered with oddities and old tomes. Her hair, once dark, now bore strands of white, an elegy of her once youthful vibrancy. But it was her eyes that held all the depth of memories long past. As she started the day's lesson on "The Art of Embracing Your Darkness," her piercing gaze caught sight of a familiar object—Thing, the disembodied hand of her younger self now in the possession of her new pupil.

"Well, if it isn't my old friend, Thing. It's good to see you again." Marilyn knelt and allowed Thing to clamber up to her shoulder. Then a thought struck her. "Let's call home, shall we?"

With a flick of her wrist and a snap of her fingers, a raven appeared out of the ether. It squawked and flapped its wings dramatically before disappearing into the void of the internet. Soon, the screen before Marilyn flickered to life.

"Addams Family!" echoed the iconic tune from an old reel as her parents, Morticia and Gomez, appeared, their modern aesthetic juxtaposed against their vintage charisma.

"Oh, our daughter! You've grown up!" Morticia exclaimed, her voice a symphony of warmth and intrigue. "And what is this? You're not wearing black anymore?"

Marilyn chuckled, her lips curling into a grin that channeled her past. "Mother, I wear white, and sometimes other colors. It's the 2020s—hard to keep things monotonous, you know?"

As the conversation progressed, their daughter, the new Wednesday, watched in awe, silently digesting the history of her family—her past entangled with her teacher. She had so many questions swirling in her head, but now was not the time to speak.

Suddenly a figure burst through the door—Pugsley. His hair was messy as ever, and mischief glinted in his eyes. "Sisters!" he shouted with glee. But then, turning to the original Wednesday, his expression shifted. "Weds? That's you!" He laughed and lunged, attempting his signature childhood clothesline maneuver.

Marilyn sidestepped effortlessly, a gleeful smirk stealing across her expression. "Pugsley! Does the slime from our childhood not haunt you anymore?"

"Not since the last time you scared me with that raccoon!" Pip!, he had a deviant streak—that was a hallmark of being an Addams.

Present Day

Fast forward to the bustling halls of the Addams Family mansion, now a hybrid of modern luxury juxtaposed against vivid gothic elements. The family was adorned in costumes befitting a celebration—the 60th anniversary of their 1964 TV series, among other commemorative milestones.

Marilyn, now wholly embracing her past as the original Wednesday, stood next to her boyfriend, Gordon Tracy, whose all-black attire and brooding features matched the spirit of the day. Gordon had brought along his sister, Bernadette, a new addition to their strange family circle—a Tracy amidst Addamses.

"Happy anniversary to all!" shouted Gomez, raising a glass. Handsome and charming, the patriarch commanded the room's attention.

While the festivities heightened, Marilyn couldn't help but reminisce about Joel Glicker, her past romantic interest. But Gordon brought a more intimate warmth, showing her a life beyond the bleak.

"I always found you so peculiar," he teased. "What's with all the dark dresses?"

Marilyn smiled, her head lightly shaking. "I've matured, Gordon. I wear colors now to embrace the spectrum of what we can be."

Just then, Joel entered. "Hey, Wednesday," he said, his voice laced with nostalgia. In that moment, she recalled everything from their shared childhood—the relentless pranks and odd encounters far too bizarre for normality.

Marilyn kissed Gordon, breaking away from old flames and emerging into new paths.

"We've got some new characters joining our strange family today!" she announced. The crowd murmured in excitement, as she gestured towards her former childhood counterpart, Bernadette Tracy, dressed in an ensemble that paid homage to the Addams legacy while distinctly reflecting her own flair.

The family was awestruck. There stood Bernie, blueprints of modernity blending harmoniously with old mischief. "I am Jeff's biological daughter and Gordon's sister," she declared solemnly. "I took this uniform to honor his legacy."

Yet it was Pugsley who seized the moment, terrorizing everyone. "Three Wednesdays now!" He hollered, galloping toward Bernadette with a mask of a goblin in hand. But Gordon, finessing his uncle's playbook, thwarted the prank with a diaphragm of slime that caught Pugsley off-guard.

Pugsley yelped as he landed on the floor, slipping in the very material he had so fondly wielded in childhood. Marilyn burst into laughter alongside Gordon, reveling in the chaos that made the Addams family what they loved to be—delightfully spooky.

Bernadette turned to the other Wednesdays, her voice sincere. "You both have embraced everything I have yet to understand in this family. What makes you tick?"

New Wednesday shrugged, but Marilyn's gaze was thoughtful. "We're bound by blood and the instinct to embrace the darkness of our identity—in doing so, we learn how to be better... more complete."

The shared moment of familial resonance bridged gaps of time and experience while the clock ticked, binding their paths forever within the hallowed halls of the Addams family.

"Well," Bernadette added mischievously, her features resembling those of her father, "zombies or ghosts may scare us, but the old slime trap reverberates through time! Who's here for round two?"

The mansion erupted in echoes of laughter and commotion as night slipped into chaotic revelry, carried by the wind and immortalized by the memories crafted together, year after peculiar year.