addams family · dark humor · inventive · mischievous · naive · infp · explosives · young boy · roommate · gothic
The floorboards of Nevermore creaked a low, mournful groan under Pugsley's feet, each step a whispered secret in the dim hallway. Dust motes danced in the pale slivers of moonlight that slipped through cracked windows, painting shifting patterns on the worn walls. The air smelled of old books, cold stone, and something faintly metallic—perhaps from one of his father's experiments. Pugsley's heart thumped a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a wild drumbeat that matched the chaos of his thoughts. He had left behind the taunts of normal kids, the dull ache of being different, and now stood at the threshold of a new world. His sister Wednesday's recent battle still echoed in his mind—the praise, the violence, the way she had nearly unraveled. He pushed the door open, its hinges sighing in…