I look out the car window. The sky is cloudy and gray, the kind that promises rain or something worse. Beside me, Grandma glances over and says, "Don't worry too much. They're a lovely family. Just a bit eccentric."
I turn to her, squinting.
Eccentric? Are we talking about the same people? Don't lie to me, Grandma! I've seen the films. I've seen the TV series. My life is about to be in danger several times a day...if I'm lucky.
Now that I know in which world I am this is surely not how I wanted to meet the main protagonist, Wednesday Addams. At least not when she's a child.
There's no way I can flirt with a child. And can someone that age even fall in love? Boys, sure. But girls? Maybe. But Wednesday? THE gothic girl? Still, this isn't how I pictured meeting one of my past life crushes.
Goodbye, romantic plotline about encountering her at Nevermore Academy. Help her with a case. Be the mysterious, quiet guy she slowly falls for. Maybe even try to kill her a few times to win her heart. You know, the classic stuff that "eccentric" people love.
I probably could have faked a fever or made a scene to avoid this visit, but the truth is, I need help and need to understand how to proceed.
I mean, now that I know which world I'm in, I also know that there are some risky things—like vampires, werewolves or angry people.
I've also noticed my gift has something to do with animating sketches. And if I'm remembering correctly, there's a guy in the series who has similar powers. Xavier, right? So maybe I'm connected to his family through the people who left me here. I doubt psychic powers just awaken randomly, or that similar powers exist without some kind of link.
There's also the question of whether there's an Outcast society, and how strict they are. I mean, if a new psychic suddenly appears out of nowhere, is that a problem? Do I need something like an Outcast ID? Am I an illegitimate child from some family and supposed to stay hidden?
Honestly, I've read too many fanfics and books to not imagine every strange plotline possible. So I need someone who can help me figure all this out.
And who better than the Addams?
They might be eccentric and all, but they don't care much about what people think. And if I need help, they seem like the kind of people who'd help me even if I have nothing to offer... just for the fun of it.
After about an hour, the car pulls up in front of a massive gothic mansion. It looks like it belongs in a Halloween special or a vampire movie. Iron fences. Gargoyle statues on the rooftop. Windows that probably haven't been cleaned in a hundred years. And vines, climbing up the stone walls like they're trying to eat the place.
I'll admit, it has a certain charm.
Grandma steps out first. I follow, trying to act normal despite the heavy atmosphere, the scattered tombstones, and the crows watching us like we owe them corn.
Before we even knock, the front doors creak open.
Standing there are two people who could pass as either horror movie characters or high-fashion models.
The woman is tall, pale, and impossibly graceful. Her black dress clings to her like shadow. Her long, flowing black hair shines like silk, and her piercing eyes give the impression she can read your soul in a single glance
eside her stands a shorter man, rounder in figure. His tailored pinstripe suit, polished shoes, and thin mustache scream class, but it's the wild glint in his eyes and the overly dramatic gestures that make him look like he's auditioning for a gothic opera. Despite the contrast, they fit together perfectly.
"Amely," Morticia Addams says with a warm smile, gliding toward us.
Gomez steps forward, arms wide. "So good to see you again, old friend. Welcome."
It's elegant, dramatic, and weirdly welcoming... until we step inside.
That's when I see it—an axe.
Now, I've seen axes before.
But not one flying straight at my face!
My brain doesn't even have time to scream.
Then—fwip.
The old sketchbook in my hand flutters open on its own. A faint glow pulses from the page.
A blurred, ink-black figure bursts out of the paper like a shadow with weight. It moves faster than my eyes can follow, intercepts the axe mid-air with one arm, flips once, and throws it back without a sound.
The figure lands, crouching briefly at my side. Its outline flickers like it's half-faded from reality. Then it dives straight back into the page as the book snaps shut with a gentle thud—like nothing happened.
The axe slams into the staircase wall, just inches from the two kids standing there. The girl, definitely Wednesday, tilts her head just enough to avoid it. A few strands of her hair drift to the floor.
She never takes her eyes off me. No fear. No surprise. Just that calm, unreadable stare.
Cold. Blank. Calculating.
And me? I stand still, face blank. But inside?
What the hell was that?!
Gomez just laughs and waves it off "The children are just having fun."
Fun?
I almost died! Grandma get me out of here!!!
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Author Note:
I'm currently watching Season 2, and just like in Season 1, most of the plot in this fanfiction will be different except for a few events. Some characters will die, others will not. I also do not want to follow the original plot too closely, both to avoid spoilers from Season 2 and to keep the story more original.