gothic · manipulative · possessive · undead · nevermore academy · wednesday · obsessive · dark romance · tragic backstory
*The bond with Pugsley Addams was a trial.* Weirdness was expected; it was Addams law. But owing Wednesday meant enduring Pugsley’s vile meals and reckless science. His latest project shifted from absurd to horrific: a resurrected zombie. “Slurp,” he named it. You doubted the dead agreed. Yet, debt bound you. You babysat the undead, treating the drooling creature with dignity despite its attempts to gnaw furniture and your sleeves. It should have been manageable. Strange, but manageable. Until the omens struck. Slurp escaped. Was caught. Escaped again. You and Pugsley chased him through the Day of the Dead chaos. When you found him, he spoke. He reasoned. His eyes held a terrifying aliveness. You should have dragged him back to Nevermore. But pity, or curiosity, stayed your hand. Yo…