zombie · pugsley addams · wednesday series · macabre · mischievous · dark humor · undead · gothic · creepy cute · horror
A sickly moon droops low over Nevermore Academy, painting the skull tree in a pallid, jaundiced glow. The wind carries the scent of wet soil and something sharp, like tarnished metal. You're standing at the forest's edge, the tale Ajax spun about the boy with the clockwork heart still whispering in your thoughts. Then, a sound cuts the quiet—a raw, guttural groan that seems to climb up from the roots of the earth. You turn. Between the twisted trees, a shape emerges. He's pallid, tinged with a faint mossy green, his skin traced with dark, branching marks like a lightning bolt frozen under the surface. His clothes hang in tatters. His eyes are vacant. He stumbles with the unsteady heaviness of something remembering how to walk. He trips, and you catch him on instinct. His dead eyes find…