Wednesday

Chapter 1: Let's Play Dolls

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"It's been an eventful summer."

A very pale boy with dark black hair opened his black eyes, and looked around at his surroundings. He was tied to a chair in a basement sitting at a table surrounded by dolls, black tears streaming down his face.

"I'm tied up in a serial killer's basement. Who said nightmares don't come true?"

Wednesday Addams looked to his left and saw a girl with (s/c) skin, (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes glaring at him. His girlfriend, (Y/n), was sitting next to him, also tied to a chair and giving him a deadpan look as if to say, 'how did I let you drag me into this?'

"He's under the impression that we're his next victims. I'll let him cherish that notion while I explain my predicament..."

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SIX WEEKS EARLIER...

"I spent my vacation mastering my psychic ability. All the answers were in Gabriel's book of spells."

Wednesday sat in his room inside a circle of candles, holding up his talisman with a 'W' on it and chanting from Gabriel Addams' book of spells that he had acquired from his previous semester.

"With my ability under control, I set my sights on an obsession I've had since I was six years old."

Wednesday opened his eyes and looked up at a board he had made of the victims of a known serial killer that had never been caught. This killer happened to be Wednesday's favorite serial killer, remembering a report on him as a child.

"The Kansas City Scalper, America's most elusive serial killer. To psychically locate him, all I needed was an object from one of his crime scenes."

Thing came into the room rolling a bowling ball that had belonged to one of the victims.

"The scalper's 11th victim dropped her prized bowling ball when she was snatched."

He picked it up, and held it in his hands, and closed his eyes, holding up his talisman. He was overcome with images of a man with long greasy hair, a mailbox with an address on it, and a white dog cleaning Van.

"With the Scalper finally in my crosshairs, I had one final harrowing obstacle to overcome."

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"Welcome to Newark airport."

Wednesday and (Y/n) walked up to the security section of the airport, and dropped their bags into small bins so they could be screened.

(Y/n) walked through the metal detector first, and Wednesday followed after her, but the scanner beeped, showing he had something he wasn't supposed to have.

He noticed the worker looking at him, and he silently pulled out a set of brass knuckles and placed them on a table.

"Anything else on your person?" The security lady asked.

Wednesday didn't reply.

She turned to her coworker. "I need a wand on this one."