A New Member of the Family (Addams Family OC x OC)

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Snow.

It was snowing on my family's funeral day.

I should have gone on that trip with them so I wouldn't be the only survivor.

Freshly turned 20, alone in a big house.

No more laughter from my younger siblings, no more fights with the family.

I roam the big house, not bothering to turn on the lights as the sunset shines through the big windows, casting a warm, dim light. It's a contrast to my current numbness.

It's been weeks, and I'm still wearing black in mourning, my long dress dragging on the floor as I take slow steps, the lace scarf on my head contrasting the paleness of my platinum blonde hair.

I go to my mother's study, my sickly pale hands tracing the side of her desk, gathering dust.

I sit in her chair, my hands resting on the armrests.

I haven't dared to touch my family's belongings yet, I was unable to change anything in their private space.

I take a deep breath and slowly open the drawers of her desk, hoping to find something interesting or something to remember her by.

I find a small notebook and look through it. It's a diary.

Reading some sections, I was brought to tears as she had written about the times we fought and how she wanted to apologize for our misunderstandings.

Continuing on with the reading, I find a section where she talks about a certain Addams Clan and how we are distant relatives.

There is a number written down to contact them by, perhaps she had used it before.

After a bit of pondering, I decided to give the Addams family a call.

"Hello, this is Morticia Addams speaking." I hear a woman respond, her voice as soft as silk, almost hypnotic.

I grip the telephone a little and clear my throat.

"Yes, hello, my name is Morana Molchalin. I have seen your household number in my mother's journal saying that we are very distant relatives. She wrote good things about you in her journal, so I thought I'd give you a call." I say hesitantly, wondering what I'm doing calling these people I have never met before.

"Oh yes, I remember your mother talking about you a lot. She always sounded so proud. How is she, dear?" She asks with slight enthusiasm.

"Well, she passed away a few weeks ago, my whole family did..." I trail off quietly, gripping the telephone tighter.

"Oh, my condolences, dear. You must be so lonely by yourself. You are welcome to live with us if you would like. We have more than enough rooms in our house. You can take your time thinking about it. This is our first time talking together, so I understand if you may not feel at ease with such an offer from a stranger." She says softly, as if having read my mind through the telephone.

"That.. is appreciated.. Thank you, Mrs. Addams. I will think about it." I say with a small smile, my grip slightly loosening on the phone.

"Simply call me Morticia, dear. My offer will always be here for you whenever you're ready. We could call more often if you would like so we could get to know each other a bit more before you make up your mind." She says.

"I would love that, Morticia." I smile softly.

I feel this slight warmth in my chest as a bit of heat goes to my cheeks. My eyes get a little watery, thankful for such kindness. It's my first conversation with anyone in weeks, I felt a little more at peace.

For the next few days, Morticia and I share a few calls and talk a bit about ourselves and family.

I learn she is a very good mother with taste for the finer things, yet she thrives in the shadows.

She told me a bit about her husband, and I've assessed that he is quite the eccentric and enthusiastic character, as well as very much obsessed with his wife as much as she is obsessed with him. I found it sweet and slightly amusing.

They have three children.

The oldest, their son named Jack, 24 years old, was described as a charmer and a romantic like his father. He apparently has a fine taste in literature.

The middle child, their daughter named Wednesday, 10 years old, is a smart young girl with a sharp mind.

And lastly, the youngest, their son named Pugsley, 8 years old, an energetic little beast.

She also talked a little about grandmama, their butler Lurch and Thing, their trusty hand.

Hearing about the family and their dynamics, I made up my mind and told Morticia I would take her offer to live with them for some time.

I pack my bags, I take the special family suitcase for my things and leave the family mansion behind. I let the spirits keep my property safe as I depart, nervous yet thrilled by the change of scenery.