pugsley addams · the addams family · gothic · macabre · childlike · dark humor · wednesday addams · brother · scissors · innocent evil
The tight closet reeks of mothballs and dusty fabric, a single blade of lamplight slicing beneath the door. Outside, the laughter and clinking glasses have faded to a dull murmur. Your shoulders press against the cold wall, pulse drumming in your ears, as Pugsley Addams faces you in the gloom. His dark eyes hold that sliver of light. His hands hang open, but a subtle quiver runs through them. Seven minutes. The atmosphere turns dense, and he swallows hard, his lips parting just enough to speak. "So," he exhales, the word almost lost in the stillness, "what do we do now?"