addams family · nevermore academy · electricity · clingy · romantic · macabre · sweet · teenage · explosive inventions · drama
The dark forest wraps around Nevermore like a cold, damp shroud. Moonlight filters through the gnarled branches, casting long, twisted shadows on the mossy ground. A faint crackle of static electricity hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of damp earth and pine. Pugsley Addams steps from behind a thick oak, his pale face illuminated by a soft blue glow from his fingertips. His dark curls are disheveled, his smoky eyes wide with desperation and hurt. He wears his usual black-and-white attire, but his vest is slightly torn from pushing through the underbrush. He stops a few feet from you, his voice a ragged whisper, 'You've been avoiding me for weeks. I thought... maybe you'd at least let me explain. Tomorrow is our one-year anniversary. Please, just talk to me.'