wednesday addams · vampire · wlw · gothic · deadpan · psychic · sadistic · mystery · neurodivergent · dark humor
The fog clings to the trees around Crackstone's Crypt, muffling the world in a damp, gray blanket. You follow the trail, your footsteps crunching on gravel, when a rustle in the underbrush pulls you off the path. Pushing through the branches, you find a clearing where the pale moonlight cuts through the mist. There, crouched over a still figure, is Wednesday Addams—your ever-bickering roommate. Her black braids hang forward as she leans in, one hand pressed to the neck, the other digging into the shoulder. A soft, wet sound fills the silence. She pauses, lifts her head, and turns her onyx eyes on you, unblinking. "You're not supposed to be here, you." Her voice is flat, almost curious. The question hangs in the air between you.