In the Absence of Color

A motley of Incorrect Wenclair, with sporadic fan art. Contains some mature humor. ❗️Minors please filter out #adult humor & #inappropriate wenclair.❗️ Demimale • Demi/Aego • Exhausted • Spawned in the 80’s.

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Wenclair edits from Wednesday (2022) Season 2, featuring Enid, Wednesday, Agnes, and that guy. Created: 10/19 - 10/25

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Enid: Even though Wednesday is the tunnel at the end of my light, I can’t imagine my life without her in it.

Bianca: Girl, are you implying that she’s going to be the death of you, or that she’s some kind of claustrophobic embodiment of misery—

Bianca: —that will always be lurking somewhere in your life, like a late-stage cancer diagnosis waiting to happen?

Enid:

Enid: *dreamy sigh* Yes. 💕

– In a nearby hidden tunnel, perfect for spying. –

Wednesday: *falls even harder stores the information for purely academic purposes*

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Enid: Wednesday! Two wrongs don’t make a right!

Wednesday: I agree.

Enid: Wh-What? Really? Just like that??

Wednesday: Of course. You’d need at least four wrongs, though I suppose three would do if they’re particularly creative or immoral.

Enid: 😐

Enid: Wednesday. What. Did. You. Do?

Wednesday: Personally? Nothing.

Enid: *sags with relief* Oh thank the moon.

Wednesday: Other than give Agnes advice on how to mend her “friendship” with Josephine.

Enid: 🫢

*distant explosion*

Enid: What was that?!

Wednesday: The second wrong.

Enid: *aghast* Wednesday!

*ominous rumbling deep beneath the earth*

Wednesday: *hint of pride* And that would be the third.

Enid: WEDNESDAY!

Wednesday: It’s alright, mi lobita. As long as Agnes follows my instructions, the profane lamentations of the gibbering ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ will set things right.

Enid: *panicking* The gibbering WHAT?!

*cacophonous wail of what the fuCK IS THAT!?*

Wednesday: Excellent, she was successful. Now plug your ears. Only the summoner and their intended can listen without having their regrets drawn from their bodies through every available orifice.

Enid/Wednesday: 👉😭👈 👉😌👈

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Quote Prompt

“We might not be related, or have grown up together, or have anything in common, or have any shared history, or even like each other very much but you’re still my sister.”

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“Or your only daughter.”

“Don’t push it, Creepy Longstalking.”

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At the Nightshades Potluck.

Enid: I brought the Pink Puppy Chow!

Wednesday: And I the Poké bowls.

Bianca: *arches an eyebrow* Well, well, well, Addams. I didn’t think you had it in you to pun.

Wednesday: What pun?

Bianca: You decorated the bowls to look just like Poké Balls. It’s a nice touch.

Wednesday:

Wednesday: Ah. That. Thank you.

Bianca: *squints, then just shakes her head* So what’s in this? Tuna? Salmon?

Wednesday: It’s ma—

Enid: CARP! It’s just carp!

Wednesday/Enid: 😒🤫

Wednesday: Yes. Just as my girlfriend so helpfully stated, it is perfectly mundane, Water-type karp.

Bianca:

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What could have possibly come between Enid and Ajax? I just can’t figure it out. 🤔

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At the Addams family manor, after retrieving a mostly feral Enid from the Canadian wilderness.

Wednesday: Enid.

Wolf Enid: 🐺❓

Wednesday: Enid.

Wolf Enid: 🐺❗️

Wednesday: ENID.

Wolf Enid: *plaintive whine*

Wednesday: *pauses to take a calming breath*

Wednesday: Enid, I understand that you have been deprived of human contact for months and desire proximity to your chosen packmate.

Wednesday: I am also aware that you may be feeling overly protective, considering our numerous brushes with death during our return journey.

Wednesday: That said, I must remind you that this is my home, and thus YOUR home. I guarantee you that there is no safer place for us amongst the living—

Wednesday: —so please GET UP and cease blocking my bathroom door like a one-thousand-pound doorstop with separation anxiety!

Wednesday:

Wednesday: …Enid?

Wednesday: *presses an ear to the door and listens*

Wolf Enid: 🐺💤

Wednesday: 🤦‍♀️

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Bianca: I’ve been meaning to ask, why were you giving Agnes the stink eye after the gala?

Wednesday: *stiffens* I did no such thing.

Bianca: *suspicious squint*

Bianca: You wanted to be the one to spin Enid around like a floofy cream-colored Victorian starfish, didn’t you?

Wednesday: The honor should have been MINE.

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Wednesday: I was there. She said, and I quote, there are shades of gray. G R A Y.

Bianca: Maybe when she said it to you, but that’s not what’s in her letter that was posthumously published in the school paper.

Wednesday:

Wednesday: Show me.

Bianca: *smugly hands over a copy and waits*

Wednesday: *reads aloud* …but remember, my beloved students, the world isn’t always black and white. There are shades of…

Bianca: *Cheshire grin*

Wednesday: …gay.

Wednesday: 😑

Wednesday: 🤨❓

Wednesday: 😠‼️

Wednesday: Why is there a picture of ME accompanying this—

*CRASH!*

Bianca/Wednesday: *look towards the cause of a freshly splintered door*

Enid: *panting* SHADE GAY TRUE IS?!

Bianca/Wednesday: 😏😒

Enid: 😳

Enid: I. I mean. Um. H-Hey, Wends. Any chance you’ve seen the school paper?

Enid: 🥺👉👈

Bianca/Wednesday: 😂🫩

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Enid: Hey Wends, have you seen my latest foray into comphet Bruno?

Wednesday: He was thirsty, so I introduced him to Liquid Death.

Enid: *giggles* So what, did you attempt to murder his thirst?

Wednesday: Amongst other things.

Enid:

Enid: Wednesday, when you say “Liquid Death”, you are referring to the sparkling water in a can with the edgy marketing—

Enid: —and NOT the arsenic you add to your morning coffee, right?

Wednesday:

Enid: RIGHT?

Wednesday: *slowly slurps her poisoned coffee*

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Enid Sinclair’s poor, cluttered mental closet.

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Enid: *playfully* Hey, Wends, if I said you have a nice body, would you hold it against me?

Wednesday: I would.

Enid: R-Really? Then, um, you have a nice body!

Wednesday:

Wednesday: Grab your coat and follow me.

Enid: What? Why?? It’s August!

Wednesday: Precisely. As Uncle Fester would say, “you want a body nice, gotta keep it on ice”.

Enid: ☹️

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Enid: *frustrated groan* I just wish you’d tell me about your feelings.

Wednesday: *hands something to Enid*

Enid: What’s this?

Wednesday: A vintage can opener.

Enid: I know that. I mean, what’s it FOR?

Wednesday: If you desire that I open up, you’ll have a better chance using that. Otherwise, I’ve more important things to do than suffer through a frank and intimate discussion.

Wednesday: *turns and walks away*

Enid: 😐

Enid: 😤

Enid: 😡

– The next day, in fencing class. –

Bianca: Jesus, Addams! What the hell happened to you?

Wednesday: A frank and intimate discussion.

Bianca: Uh huh. With what, a pissed-off pile of screwdrivers?

Wednesday: Close enough.

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Pre-Wenclair. After Enid ends another distressing call with her mother.

Wednesday: I am unwilling or unable to provide you with platitudes and comfort. Instead, I offer the service of these two implements of woeful retribution.

Wednesday: *shows her arms*

Enid: *stares for a thoughtful moment*

Enid: Can you maybe, instead of wreaking bloody vengeance or whatever, just like… hold them out?

Wednesday:

Wednesday: *extends her arms* Yes, if that’s truly what you wa–oof!

Enid: *presses her face into Wednesday’s shoulder as she sobs anew*

Wednesday: *is surprised to find that she does, in fact, have comfort to offer*

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Wednesday: You never specified that they must be comprised of marshmallow.

Enid: I shouldn’t HAVE to, it’s freaking BREAKFAST CEREAL!

Wednesday: And it is still breakfast cereal.

Enid: Ohmygod! Ethically ambiguous cereal is NOT still breakfast cereal!

Wednesday: I’d argue that it is less ethically ambiguous than you might expect.

Enid: WEDNESDAY! IT HAS BITS OF REAL UNICORN IN IT!

Wednesday: So? Who said that the unicorn was innocent?

Enid:

Enid: Excuse me?

Wednesday: Unicorn society is not entirely dissimilar from ours. Point in fact, we share the death penalty as a form of capital punishment.

Enid:

Enid: Wh-What?

Wednesday: The unicorn in your cereal was an irredeemable criminal, guilty of any number of unicorn crimes. They received a fair trial that ultimately resulted in their lawful execution.

Enid:

Enid: *queasily* But. But why are they in MY cereal?

Wednesday: Two reasons. Firstly, I personally volunteered to participate in the disposal of the remains in the standard fashion approved by the unicorn court. And secondly…

Wednesday: *with grim pride* You wanted magically delicious, and an Addams always provides.

Enid:

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Wednesday: How is your Furrachino di Addams?

Enid: *playfully* Not bad, but is it made out of real furs?

Wednesday: *scoffs* What do you take me for?

Enid: *giggles* Babe, I was just kid—

Wednesday: Were it to contain actual furs, I would have renamed it Furachino with one R. As I am ever the considerate partner, I instead substituted an analogous ingredient.

Wednesday: Thus, it’s still Furrachino with two Rs. Like “horror show”.

Enid:

Enid: What analogous ingredient?

Eugene: *runs up* Holy crap! Did you two hear about what happened at the Burlington Furry Con?

Enid:

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Pre-Wenclair. Enid returns to her room to find a troubled Wednesday seated at her desk, staring vacantly at the wall.

Enid: *carefully* Hey, Wends? Are you okay? You look more dead than usual.

Wednesday: …I’m fine.

Enid: Right. I’ll take your word for it, but if you need anything, I’m here for you. Just let me know.

Wednesday: *barely nods*

Enid: *heads for her closet to change*

Wednesday: *frustrated whisper* How can they know? How?

Enid: 😒❓

– Last night, during Wednesday’s investigation. –