Y/N's breath caught in her throat the moment Heather's words sank in. Before she could react, the room suddenly lit up—blinding white flashes of thunder cracked across her vision, though no storm rumbled outside.
Heather's illusions.
Y/N staggered back, instinctively shielding her face, her eyes squeezed shut against the searing light.
When she forced them open again—
A sharp fist drove into her jaw.
The world spun as pain shot through her skull. Y/N barely gasped before the floor rushed up beneath her.
The last thing she saw was Heather's smirk hovering above her, cold and victorious, before darkness pulled her under.
An hour had crawled by like a funeral march, and Wednesday's patience was wearing thin. She sat upright in her chair, pale fingers drumming against the armrest with mechanical precision. Thing kept tapping urgently on the desk, his unease only fueling hers.
Enid finally broke the silence. "Okay, you're scaring me, Wednesday. Why are you acting like this? What's going on?"
Wednesday's eyes never softened. "Y/N insisted on confronting Celeste alone."
Enid's face paled. "What? Why would she do something that—" she stopped herself, "—that reckless?"
Wednesday's tone cut like a blade. "Because she still believes Celeste is innocent. I don't. Something about her never fit."
Enid bit her lip, anxiety flashing in her eyes. "So... you think Celeste has something to do with Y/N disappearing?"
Wednesday stood, her black dress shifting like a shadow. "I don't think. I know."
They stormed toward Y/N and Celeste's shared room. Wednesday pushed the door open, the hinges groaning.
Empty.
The beds were disheveled, the air heavy with unease. On Y/N's pillow lay a single folded note. Wednesday snatched it up and read aloud, her monotone dripping with venom:
"Come and find us, Addams."
Enid's heart raced. "She took Y/N! We have to find her!"
Wednesday's fist tightened around the note, her expression colder than stone. "Then we will. If Celeste wanted us to follow, she has just made her greatest mistake."
Enid squared her shoulders, determination sparking in her eyes. "Alright. Let's bring Y/N back."
Thing pointed toward the window, as if urging them to hurry.
Wednesday's lips curved into something sharp—not a smile, but anger fills. "She wanted us to come and find them. Very well. We shall."
~~•~~
Y/N's eyes fluttered open to darkness. The air smelled of damp wood and mold, the faint echo of dripping water somewhere in the distance. Her arms jerked instinctively, but pain shot through her wrists—thick rope cut into her skin, wrapped so tightly it made her veins throb. Whoever tied her knew she wasn't ordinary... they wanted to keep her super strength useless.
She shifted her head and realized she was lying on the cold, splintered floor of an old church. The pews were shattered, stained glass long gone, leaving only jagged frames where the light of the moon spilled through.
Her throat burned as she called out.
"Help!"
The silence pressed back against her.
"Help!"
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Imagines with Jenna Ortega
FanfictionThis is JennaxFemReader! Requests are open! This book can be another character played by Jenna Ortega. For most of the story, Y/N is taller than Jenna, but you can play smaller than her. enjoy!
