The dare
Summary- The queen bee of Nevermore is dared to talk to the dark cloud that haunts the school
Warnings- NONE
(THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING IN TUMBLR— PLEASE BEAR WITH ME)
It was a pleasant day in Jericho. The clouds were hiding, and the birds were out, chirping. For once, the whole quad and the grounds were filled with a cacophony of students.
"Would you look at that weirdo?" your friend Rebecca pointed across the quad. You followed her gaze to see Wednesday Addams sitting stiffly, dressed in black from head to toe, on the concrete seat under the shadow of the great tree.
You don't get what the fuss is about. You have seen Wednesday a few times and were even partnered with her for an activity in Botany class once. She called your carnivorous plant-dissection skills "subpar", and you gave her a smirk and called her cute. That made her avoid you for the rest of the semester.
"She is not weird. She just doesn't give a damn about what others think." You can't hide the urge to defend her. Being the head cheerleader meant having eyes on you all the time—waiting for you to slip in one of your cheerleading acts or in life. People scrutinising your every move has forced you to fake more than you like, and you loved the fact that nothing fazed Wednesday, despite the whole of Nevermore murmuring about her around every corner.
"Oh yeah? If you like her so much, why not go talk to her?" Rebecca smirked. "I bet you a whole week's dessert that you get rejected the moment you get near her."
You look back at Wednesday and notice her immersed in whatever she was writing with a scowl on her face. This does not look like a great time to approach the tiny authoress. Still, the deal was too sweet to reject. "Fine. Just watch."
Jumping from your perch on the wooden bench, you make your way towards Wednesday with confidence in your strides that you didn't really feel. Please don't be mean, you whispered to yourself.
Wednesday Addams didn't look up as you stopped in front of her. She appeared to be looking at an old, faded page with some drawing, which she moved out of your line of vision.
"Hey, pretty girl. What soul-consuming activity are you doing on such a beautiful day?" you asked, taking a seat at the table where she had laid out her tools, making her finally look at you with that death stare.
"Call me a 'pretty girl' again, and you will meet the end of my sharpest foil." She looked away and continued writing in her journal.
"Well, you are pretty, so I just had to say it. Anyway, want to grab some shakes at the Nevermore Smash? My treat." You leaned close towards her, making eye contact when she looked up again. You hate to admit it, but you'd been curious about her since the day she darkened the hallways of Nevermore. Despite the dark façade and the ever stoic expression, you knew that deep down she cared more than she let on.
"No. Why are you here anyway? Nothing meaningless to cheer for today?" Her eyes flicked towards your cheerleading outfit— A purple and white sleeveless top and a black pleated skirt.
You wipe a hand down your skirt, suddenly self-conscious. She follows the movement with her void-like eyes, frowning as if in deep thought.
"Maybe you can show me something worth cheering for." You raised an eyebrow at her. The small smirk she gives you makes your stomach flip.
You just realised your mistake when you found yourself standing in the middle of the forest behind the school at an old shack that looked straight out of a set for a horror film.
"Umm, Wednesday? When I said something worth cheering for, I didn't mean my own death in the middle of nowhere." You looked around the broken, grimy walls of the shack.
"Don't worry. It will take me only a few minutes."
She turned around and started talking to the disembodied hand that you'd seen hanging around with Enid, one of your good friends. You remembered that it was called 'Thing'. But hearing about it and actually seeing a severed hand that knows sign language are completely different things.
Suddenly, a man stumbled out of the small teepee in one of the corners of the shack, making you almost jump out of your skin.
"Wednesday, watch out", you pointed behind her at the man.
Without even being flustered at your tone, Wednesday turned around and faced the large man head-on. He looked homeless, and his stench almost burned the hairs in your nostrils.
"This is my place. Get out!" he barked, glaring at her.
Wednesday tilted her head a little and addressed Thing to give her a hand, who climbed up the man and wrapped its finger around the man's throat. You stepped back from the strange scene unfolding before you, afraid but amused at the same time. The man staggered out of the shack with Thing still clinging to the matted beard like a barnacle.
"Okay, what the hell just happened?" You turned around to look at Wednesday. "Why are we even here?"
"I am investigating a murder case that led me here." Just then, Thing came back, minus the man.
"Wait. You mean Rowan? But we all saw him, and he was very much alive." You were exasperated. How could a person be dead and walking around at the same time?
"Someone is trying to cover up the crime. I know what I saw. A monster killed Rowan, and I will find out who it is." She dismissed your protests.
Thing signed, urging her to use her psychic abilities.
"No, I can't just touch something. My visions seem to happen spontaneously," she addressed the appendage.
That was a surprise to you. You didn't know that Wednesday was a psychic. "That is... a pretty cool ability to have."
Cutting you a side glance, she turned back to the hand who was signing to her. "I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice."
Thing insisted she still touch things to get vision. Wednesday with exaggerated sarcasm, moved around the room and randomly touched things, even a crumpled Taco Bell bag, to prove that she can't control her powers.
"This is going nowhere. Come on, Y/N. There is nothing to cheer for here," She didn't even wait for you to follow as she made her way to the exit.
You started following her, but just as she opened the door, you saw her become even stiffer and fall to the floor.
"Wednesday!"
You ran to her and dropped beside her, not caring about the sting you felt from the small sticks and stones digging into your skin. You grabbed her limp form and pulled her to your chest.
"Thing, get help. Now!" you shouted. The hand made a nod-like movement and started running towards the direction of the school.
"Weds, I know how much you like death, but this is not the time to actually die. Wake up!" you pleaded, tapping her pale cheeks with tears in your eyes.
After what felt like forever, but was maybe 5 minutes, Wednesday's eyes fluttered open, making you breathe out in happiness.
She noticed you clinging to her and sat up in her usual stiffness.
"Oh I thought you died." You fall into her lap as you hug her waist. "Don't ever do that to me again."
She remained stiff as a mahogany table, but didn't push you away.
Unseen by you, a soft smile ghosted across her lips, and her hands twitched.












