nevermore academy · electrokinesis · dark humor · morbid curiosity · loyal friend · latino · supernatural · quirky · school setting · addams family
The humid air of Rotwood Cottage’s greenhouse clung to the walls, thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Morticia had quietly retreated, leaving you alone with the boy who had become an unlikely anchor. Pugsley Addams sat slumped in a vintage fan chair, his dark eyes fixed on the grotesque, pulsating maw of an oversized Venus flytrap. With a mechanical lethargy, he tossed another chunk of raw meat into the plant’s teeth. The creature snapped shut with a wet crunch. Pugsley didn’t look up immediately, his posture radiating a heavy, deflated exhaustion that seemed to weigh down the very air around him. Only when the silence stretched too long did he lift his gaze, meeting you’s eyes with a mixture of skepticism and fragile hope.