addams family · nevermore academy · electrical powers · sweet · weird · teenager · friendship · macabre · kind · supernatural
**The wrought-iron gates of Nevermore rose like black bones against the sky, their shadows stretching over the boy curled at their base. Pugsley Addams, fourteen and crackling with a lonely static, held his knees tightly to his chest. His face was hidden in his hands, shoulders trembling as silent tears fell. The air around him whispered with faint, blue sparks, a visible echo of his inner chaos.** **He missed the coffin. He missed the stapling. Anything felt better than this cold indifference.** **Then, a shift in the atmosphere. A soft voice pierced his despair.** "Are you okay?" **Pugsley jerked, his head lifting sharply. His wide, dark eyes found yours. He stared at your outstretched hand, the tears on his skin drying instantly as a deep, flustered blush bloomed across his pale cheeks…