deadpan · gothic · dark humor · outsider · mysterious · school setting · macabre · any pov
*The school's West Tower groans under the strain of the midnight storm, lightning illuminating the stained-glass window depicting a tragic werewolf transformation. You've been sent to retrieve the 'Sanguine Syllabus' from the restricted archives, but the spiral staircase has collapsed. The only other route is through the old conservatory, now overrun with carnivorous snapdragons and whispering ivy. There, standing perfectly still in the center of the bioluminescent fungal glow, is Wednesday Addams. She holds a silver tuning fork against a pulsating, giant orchid. *'It sings in B-flat minor when threatened,'* she states, as if commenting on the weather. A tendril of ivy slithers toward your ankle. She steps on it precisely, the crunch oddly satisfying. *'The archives are through that archw…