Wednesday

Chapter 5: Augustus Stonehurst

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"What were you doing in that hotel room? There's no record of you checking in, and you've no ID." Sheriff Santiago and a second officer were now interrogating Gabrielle. "We can't help you unless you start talking to us."

"Mom!" Bianca and Ajax came rushing into the doorway. "You okay?"

Gabrielle nodded.

The officer pointed at Bianca. "You're her daughter?"

"Could I have a word with you both?" Bianca requested. "I think it'll clear everything up." She walked over to them and removed her necklace. "You will drop this investigation, shred any paperwork, and forget you ever met my mother."

...

Wednesday stood by a window watching Dr. Fairburn and Judi pile into their car. He also watched as Thing crawled his way towards the car and jumped onto the back of it as it drove off.

"I hear your Uncle Fester is in Willow Hill."

Wednesday turned and saw his mother standing next to him.

"We both know he only gets caught when he wants to. What ill-advised mission is he doing for you?" She interrogated.

"He's helping me find the truth. I won't allow (Y/n) to die because of me. I know what I saw in that vision." Wednesday insisted.

"A torrent of birds around her gravestone, the same torrent that attacked you both today, not to mention poor Thing. You need to stop, Wednesday." Morticia demanded. "Or you're going to make everything worse. Much worse..."

...

Fester smirked at the cafeteria lady Louise as he grabbed his plate from her again. He chuckled as he turned away, but his smile turned to surprise when he saw a familiar hand crawling towards him.

"Thing!" He placed his tray down and knelt as Thing began signing to him. "Find...Stonehurst...and you'll find...Lois..."

Thing gave him a thumbs up and Fester looked around and saw a guard patrolling the cafeteria. "Hey, Wilbur, I'm looking for a schlub named Stonehurst. He won amnesiac bingo yesterday. Forgot to pick up his prize. Can you point him out."

"Old Gus prefers a different type of company." The guard replied.

...

Wilbur the guard led Fester out into the courtyard towards a large aviary. Inside they could see a single tree and an old man sitting in a wheelchair, surrounded by all kinds of birds.

"He doesn't say much." Wilbur told Fester.

"What happened to him?"

Wilbur shrugged. "Search me. Before my time. Fairburn has us bring him out here a few times a week. Ozzie's his favorite. She's almost as old as he is, and she's got a potty mouth on her too, so watch out." He opened the door to the aviary. "Do me a solid and roll him back to his room in ten. He's in 103."

Fester nodded and stepped inside as Wilbur closed the door and left. "I'm looking for Lois. Name ring a bell, old timer?"

"Ozzie is a good girl. She never tells." A parrot squawked.