Author Note:
Hellooo! Sorry for not uploading for such a long time. I had to finish university, and that took up most of my time and energy. After that, when I finally had a bit of breathing room and reread this fanfiction, I honestly didn't feel the motivation to continue it.
Instead… I ended up rewriting a completely new fanfiction based on the same TV series. (And no, it definitely wasn't influenced by the announcement of Season 2… okay, maybe just a little.)
Also, I ended up dumping into this chapter all the bits and ideas I had planned for future chapters—so please don't be mad if it feels a bit packed or rushed.
If you like the TV series, I'd love it if you checked out my new fanfiction!
Re: In Wednesday Addams' World with a Pencil and a Death Wish
Thanks for reading and sticking with me!
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[Perseus' POV]
Today is Wednesday—funny, if you think that I am reincarnated in the world of Wednesday.Currently, I am holed up in the school nurse's office and feel bored to death. I mean, with all that story about telling everyone that I am a healer, it's kind of normal that my additional courses are in the infirmary where I need to heal students who get hurt. It's just that usually, it's deserted.
While bored, I gaze at the mini portal that I created before and observe what happens on the other side of it.This mini portal is one of my new spells that I learned by developing my spatial power further. Now I can open a mini portal and see what is happening at the other end of the place that I want. That's very helpful when I want to stalk… ehm, make sure that Enid and Olivia are fine and watch other stuff when I feel bored.Naturally, now that Wednesday is here, I want to stal—follow her moments and see the scenes that I remembered from the TV series happening in real life.
To be honest, I kind of forgot with the passage of time that this world was a fictional world in my past life. This lets me ponder if there exist other fictional worlds like Game of Thrones or Harry Potter somewhere outside.
Maybe my world itself is a creation of a fanfiction… ughhh, this gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. I just hope that if it's true, then the author doesn't randomly write like in those cultivation worlds where my world is like some mini-universe and there's a bigger universe.
I hated it so much when I read that… You follow the protagonist who grows stronger thanks to his plot armor that's thick as fuck, only to learn that he lived his entire life in a mini-universe, and his strength is just something people in the bigger universe are born with.
When I read that, I was always like: Are you fucking me?! Let me guess, when he reaches the peak of that universe there will be an even bigger universe? Bullshit! It's like the authors say to the protagonist: Oh, you puny human, did you think you reached the peak of the universe? Hahahahaha—dance puppet, dance for me!
Let me think about something else. These random thoughts are making me crazy.
Oh, Wednesday is entering the fencing class with her stoic face and all-black fencing gear. I must say, she looks kind of hot and has that aura of mystery and indifference that makes me crazy.
As she enters the classroom, I can see she gets immediately attracted by the fight between Bianca and the four-eyed guy… what was his name again?
Oh, now I remember! Rowan!
Well, probably I'll see him soon in the infirmary. Bianca is trashing him so much he'll probably have nightmares.
After Bianca beat that guy, she said to the teacher, "Seriously, Coach, when am I gonna get real competition? Anyone else want to challenge me?"
With this cue, you could see Wednesday's eyes sparkle and hear her say, "I do."
Bianca seemed surprised that someone accepted her challenge and looked at our gothic girl and said, "Oh, you must be the psychopath they let in."
Wednesday responded with her usual cold and impassive voice, "You must be the self-appointed Queen Bee, Bianca. Interesting thing about bees. Pull out their stingers, they drop dead."
They both looked at each other and, without putting on their fencing masks, said, "En garde."
I could see how both of them started to fence and how their movements were graceful and precise, their blades a blur of motion as they struck and parried, each movement calculated and deliberate.
Every step, every feint, was met with an equal and opposite response as they circled each other, searching for an opening, a weakness to exploit.
Suddenly, Wednesday, with lightning-fast reflexes, lunged forward, aiming for a gap in her opponent's defenses.
Still, Bianca was quicker, turning aside Wednesday's thrust with a flick of her wrist and launching a counterattack that sent her staggering backward.
Wednesday seemed to want to fight back, but it was too late. Bianca took the opportunity to cut a shallow wound on her face.
Bianca said sarcastically after seeing the wound bleeding and flowing down her pale cheek, "Your face finally got that splash of color it so desperately needed."
[Wednesday's POV]
I am walking to the infirmary with the guy who got beaten by Bianca—whose name I don't care about—because our teacher told me to go there.
Pathetic, just for such a simple wound. While walking, I think about my fight with Bianca.
I hate to admit it, but she was faster, stronger, and better than me. Unacceptable. Since when did I become so weak?
We reach the door of the infirmary and when I opened it, I saw the white-haired guy from yesterday sitting on a chair near the window.
The natural light was illuminating his face, highlighting his skin and his features, and he seemed to be reading a book. The more I saw him, the more I am convinced that he will be the perfect trophy for my trophy room.
He seemed to notice us and raised his eyes to observe. "Oh, you got scratched, let me help you," he said as he stood up and came near me.
I saw him raise his hand, and before I could say something about hating being touched by others, he stroked my face and I could feel a tingle on my cheek.
He then raised his hand that had a bit of my blood and licked it, saying, "Done, you're welcome."
I was shocked and confused by his action, and my body moved automatically, wanting to hit him, but he disappeared like a blur in front of me.
I could hear his voice near me saying, "And you, Rowan, why are you here? Got bullied again by Bianca? Welp, don't tell me, because I don't care."
While turning my head to look at them, I could see him raise his hand and without touching Rowan, healed all his bruises.
While he healed, I looked at the room and could see a knife lying on a plate. I took it and ran at him without saying a word.
He seemed unaware of it, and I stabbed him with my full power in the shoulder blade.
While stabbing, I could feel that my knife didn't make contact with him. Instead, the weapon appeared to slow down and stop before reaching him, as if an invisible force was preventing it from moving forward, like being blocked by an invisible, insurmountable barrier.
As if feeling it, he turned around and saw me holding a knife while trying to stab him.
[Perseus' POV]
I can see the shocked face of Rowan in front of me, and even without turning around, I already know what's happening.
I took a bit of advantage, and she already tries to stab me… how crazy do you need to be? Oh yeah, I forgot that some people bullied her brother and she threw piranhas in the swimming pool—I love it!
I turn around and look at her and say, "It's useless."And she says without looking at me, "I see."
"Soo… can you stop stabbing me?" I said while watching her slowly poke me with the knife with a curious face, seeming to analyze how my shield worked.
"No," she simply said.
After she had her fun and I finished healing Rowan, I found an excuse to leave the building with Wednesday.
As we stepped outside, rain poured down in sheets. Wednesday, of course, opened an umbrella without even a glance in my direction, walking ahead as if I didn't exist. I trailed behind her, muttering under my breath, "How dark, my darling… darkling!"
As we walked, the rhythm of the raindrops hitting the ground filled the silence between us. Trying to make conversation, I finally said, "Sooo, Enid was angry all day and didn't want to tell me why.
Do you know anything about it?"
[Wednesday's POV]
I exited the building with the white-haired enigma in tow.
The rain was relentless, but I paid it no mind as I opened my umbrella and walked.
From the corner of my eye, I watched him sauntering along behind me, unbothered by the rain. His hair clung to his face, giving him an untamed, almost primal allure.
I couldn't help but wonder—would he retain that wild beauty after being stuffed and displayed in my trophy room
Suddenly, he turned to face me, his expression a mix of curiosity.
"Sooo, Enid was angry all day and didn't want to tell me why. Do you know anything about it?"
His question triggered memories of the previous day, and a flashback took hold.
[Flashback]
After sending away my parents, I went to my room. The first thing I did upon entering was to remove every colored adhesive on the window on my half of the room.
No sooner had I begun peeling the sticky eyesores off when Enid burst into the room, her voice a shrill cry of outrage.
What a foolish girl. "Dividing our room equally. It looks like a rainbow vomited on your side."
She hesitated, clearly stung by my words. I calmly took a seat at my desk and added, "Silence would be appreciated. This is my one-hour daily writing time.Perhaps if you did the same, your vlog might be coherent. I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation."
Her face twisted in confusion, then frustration. "I write in my voice. It's my truth. It's what my followers love."
I didn't even bother looking at her as I replied, "Your followers are clearly imbeciles. And by the way, there are two D's in Addams. If you're going to gossip about me, at least spell my name correctly.
Oh, and your vlog is full of your white-haired princess and how you follow him like a dog in heat."
Her scream echoed in the room. "I AM NOT A DOG! I'm a WEREWOLF!""Same difference."
[Flashback Ends]
The memory faded as I came to a stop, my thoughts returning to the present.
Before I could respond to his question, a sudden noise caught my attention. I looked up just in time to see a gargoyle statue plummeting towards me.Instinctively, I considered pushing Perseus out of harm's way, but before I could act, the gargoyle was already mere millimeters from him.
And then, inexplicably, it stopped in midair.
He looked over at me with a grin, completely unfazed. "Scared? Seems someone wants you dead," he said casually.
With a flick of his hand, the gargoyle vanished as if it had never existed.
I stared at him, my mind racing to make sense of what just happened. "Who wants me dead, and why?" I demanded, my voice as calm as ever despite the bizarre situation.
He met my gaze, his eyes glinting with something unsettling—amusement, perhaps, or maybe something darker.
"It would be a boring mystery if I told you the answer. You'll have to figure it out yourself."With that, he walked away, his laughter lingering in the air.
"Find out who wants you dead, darkling," he called back over his shoulder.I watched him leave, and slowly, a smile crept onto my face.
A mystery—how delightful.