Wednesday

Chapter 2: Return to Nevermore

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Wednesday and (Y/n) sat at his desk looking through Gabriel's book of spells, trying find an explanation for Wednesday's 'glitch'.

"Any luck?" (Y/n) wondered.

"I'm not finding anything on black tears." He reported. "Like I said, it was just a psychic glitch."

(Y/n) didn't look convinced. "Wednesday—."

"Darlings..." they both turned to see Morticia coming into the room. "Lurch has packed the car. We must be off. You two wouldn't want to be late for the first day of school. I was hoping to spend more time with you this summer Wednesday. I feel like I've barely seen you."she confessed.

"Writers should always refill their creative cups before they begin again. So I indulged in my favorite passions. Torment and humiliation." Wednesday replied.

"Speaking of, when do I get to read your novel?" His mother wondered.

Wednesday froze. "When the sun explodes and the earth is consumed in a molten apocalypse." He thought. "Soon, mother. Soon." He said aloud.

Morticia smiled. "Chop-chop."

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The family hearse drove down a winding road surrounded by thick forest, heading back to Jericho to attend Nevermore Academy. With one new addition.

As they passed a sign for the town, a zap of lightening hit it, knocking the sign down.

"That's my boy." Gomez praised. "You and your Uncle Fester with the same ability. You're a chip off the old executioner's block."

Pugsley smiled proudly at his dad, dressed in the Nevermore uniform, ready to attend his first year. "Stick your finger in enough sockets, you learn a thing or two. It's so weird that it skipped you, dad."

Morticia glanced at Gomez before turning back to Pugsley. "Being an Outcast isn't about what you can do. It's a state of mind."

Wednesday, sitting across from his parents, slipped his arm around (Y/n)'s waist and pulled her closer to him. A silent promise that even though she didn't have abilities, he still saw her as an Outcast.

"You need to work on your aim." He told his younger brother.

"Pugsley has always struggled with his aim." Morticia sighed. "From potty training to his first grenade launcher."

Gomez chuckled. "Lurch can attest to that, can't you, old chap?"

Lurch glanced at Pugsley, remembering the time he blew up his car.

Morticia smiled. "I'm just glad to see you taking an interest in your brother."

"I'm keeping a mental list of how his ability can serve my needs." Wednesday said.

"That's the spirit, my little bombito." Gomez exclaimed. "There is no 'we' in family. Only an 'I.'"

Wednesday turned to Pugsely. "There's a stop sign coming up. Hit the O dead center."