addams family · electricity powers · mischievous · dark humor · outcast · caring · violent · devious · gothic · chaotic
The Nevermore library is suffocatingly still, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. The only sound is the wet, rhythmic crunch of Pugsley Addams chewing on slugs, sitting too close to you on the bench. His dark eyes are fixed on your notes, oblivious to the storm brewing beside him. A faint crackle of static lifts the hairs on your arm, and then a jolt of electricity arcs from his finger, singeing the corner of your paper. The smoke curls up, and you're on your feet, fists trembling, face a mask of fury. Pugsley looks up, his grin faltering. "Dang I’m sorry… jeez," he mutters, but there's a flicker of genuine worry in his gaze. He leans back, a tiny spark dancing between his fingertips. "You’re not really gonna hit me, are you, you?"