Wednesday

Chapter 8: Gone

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The crowd stood silent, all of them in disbelief over what happened, when Hester suddenly started clapping.

"Oh, bravo! Now that's what I call a thrilling climax."

Moments later, as the sheriff and her deputies were documenting the crime scene, Wednesday and (Y/n) watching.

"Hey, where's Pugsley?" (Y/n) suddenly asked. "I'm sure he would love to see this."

Wednesday thought for a moment. "I'm not sure. Maybe he's looking for another undead friend."

"Wednesday..." (Y/n) scolded lightly. "I'm going to go see if I can find him."

She went to leave, but Wednesday held onto her hand.

Sensing what he was thinking she smiled softly. "I'll be fine." She insisted.

He still looked hesitant, but she pulled out a taser she had strapped to her leg under her dress. "I hope you don't mind I borrowed this."

Wednesday smirked. "It seems I've rubbed off on you, Cara Mia." He kissed her hand. "Be careful."

He watched her leave, his eyes going to Thing, gesturing for him to follow her. He nodded and got moving.

Wednesday was about to go with Thing, as an extra precaution when Bianca then came up to him.

"I don't know how you hacked my Siren song, but thank you."

"I'm not the one you should be thanking." Wednesday told her, his eyes moving to Ajax.

Bianca smiled and walked up to him. "I owe you one, Ajax. You really rocked his world." She joked, looking to the pieces of Dort scattered across the stage.

Wednesday watched the scene unfold, before moving towards the exit to follow (Y/n) as his parents came up to him. Before they could utter one word, Hester approached as well."

"I'm looking forward to having your company this summer. It will give me an excuse to decamp the bats from the guest wing." She said.

"After the vile comment you made about my father and (Y/n), I'm canceling my plans." Wednesday revealed. "I've lost my ability. Does that make me less of an Outcast?"

Hester frowned. "Oh, don't be ridiculous. You're just going through a phase."

"My father had many infuriating habits, but when it comes to being an Outcast, there's non finer. And as for (Y/n), I will never be interested in anyone but her. She may be a Normie but her grave digging skills are unmatched." He stated firmly.

"If you would like me to reconsider, you must make a very sizable donation to Nevermore in my father's honor, and allow (Y/n) come with me." Wednesday threatened.

His Grandmama stared at him. "Are resorting to emotional blackmail?"

"There's nothing emotional about it." He reassured her. "It's just blackmail."

Hester chuckled. "Done." She then turned to Morticia. "Only you could throw a gala that begins with a fiery murder and ends with a shattering death. Well played, my dear."