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Not wenclair but I made ts and it flopped on tiktok

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WARNING

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Careful out there yall

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HELLO LOYAL READERS!

I’m not dead. The chapter will be out relatively soon (really just depends on things).

I’ve been struggling with depression since April of this year. Writing this story has been a sense of comfort from it but recently it’s been hitting me really hard and I haven’t had the motivation or energy to write. Also other things in my life have gotten in the way and it’s made it pretty difficult to actually sit down and start writing. I had a draft of the next chapter down but it has since been lost. I apologize for the long ass delay and just want yall to know the fic isn’t over.

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CHAPTER 19 IS OUT!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Sorry for the wait yall, I’ve been busy

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The RV was too small for this much death.

The copper-salt stink of Yoko’s blood clung to the air, heavy and metallic, coating every breath with a film of nausea. It was splattered in wide arcs across the linoleum, streaked along the walls where she had thrashed, soaking into the torn upholstery beneath her still body.

Enid stood frozen in the middle of it, trembling from head to foot. Her claws had half-sprung without her noticing, the edges of keratin glinting in the gray light filtering through the blinds. Her eyes were wide, wet, staring not at Yoko but through her, as though refusing to let the image resolve fully into reality.

Wednesday’s hand landed firmly on her forearm. Cold. Grounding. “Do not faint.”

“I’m not—” Enid’s voice cracked, and she pressed her lips together hard enough to sting. Her chest was heaving, lungs clawing at air that felt too thick. “I’m not—”

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S3 poster thingy i wanted to do (which I have finally finished)

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CHAPTER 18 IS OUT!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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The RV smelled like damp leather, stale blood, and nerves. Yoko leaned against the far wall, her sunglasses slipped halfway down her nose, letting the fractured morning light sting at her eyes. She didn’t bother pushing them back up. No one here cared what she looked like, and honestly, she didn’t either. Not today.

The silence pressed on all of them. Not comfortable silence—no, the kind that scraped along her skin and made her fangs itch. Her ears caught every small shift: Ajax dragging his palm over his face, the faint squeak of the table when his elbow bumped it, Enid’s steady, uneven breaths. Even Wednesday’s stillness wasn’t quiet; it had a sharpness to it, like the hum of a blade poised to strike.

Her gaze, hidden behind the tinted glass of her shades, slid toward Enid. The werewolf was perched on the bench like she was trying to fold herself into the tiniest space possible, knees pulled up, shoulders tight. Not her usual sunshine-and-rainbows body language. She was wound so tight Yoko swore she could hear the stress in her heartbeat—fast, fluttering, rabbit-quick.

And that necklace.

Yoko had been trying not to stare, but it was impossible. The thing caught the light every time Enid’s fingers brushed it, and Enid kept brushing it. Over and over. Like a bad habit or a prayer. Yoko’s vampire sight could track the chain in minute detail: the glint of silver, the way Enid’s claws hesitated every time they got near the clasp. The way she’d recoil just a fraction, like she’d touched a stove.

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CHAPTER 17 IS OUT!!

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Wednesday sat in her usual corner, her back pressed against the wall of the RV, eyes tracing the weak morning light filtering through the blinds. The sun wasn’t generous yet; it spilled in thin, sharp lines across the cabin, cutting through dust and lingering smoke. Everyone was awake. Ajax slouched near the table, rubbing at his face, the snakes under his beanie twitching idly. Yoko sat against the far wall, sunglasses low, fangs catching the light as she yawned. And Enid—well, that was where her attention had settled.

Enid was perched on the edge of the bench, knees drawn up to her chest, fingers twisting something between them. Wednesday’s eyes narrowed, tracking every subtle movement: the way her shoulders tensed and relaxed, the small tremor in her fingers, the faint tightening of her jaw. Every imperfection in posture, every flicker of motion, was evidence. Wednesday catalogued it, storing it away, examining it with the same methodical precision she applied to crime scenes and experiments.

Enid’s hands hovered near her throat, brushing repeatedly at the silver pendant she still wore. Wednesday noted how the chain shifted in the early light, the faint glint catching along the edge of the charm. The movement was hesitant, loaded with meaning. Enid wasn’t fidgeting mindlessly. She was calculating, hesitating, debating. She wanted something, and she wasn’t sure she could take it.

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CHAPTER 16 IS OUT!!

@decayingartisthur held me at gun point to post this today so everyone go thank her.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This one’s a little short sorry yall

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Wednesday stirred first.

Her eyes opened with a sharp clarity, the way a blade glints in the dark. Sleep had left her stiff, her braid caught beneath her shoulder, her body curled awkwardly against the worn cushion. It wasn’t the posture that caught her attention, though. It was the weight across her torso.

An arm.

Enid Sinclair’s arm, draped over her like it had always belonged there. Enid’s cheek rested near her shoulder, breath warm and steady, her face softened by sleep in a way that seemed foreign to their reality.

Wednesday considered her options. A clean escape required precision: shift her weight, slip free without disturbing the grip. But the moment she tried to move, Enid sighed and instinctively tightened her hold, nuzzling faintly into the braid she’d trapped.

Wednesday froze, irritation sparking—but beneath it, something warmer, something she ruthlessly ignored.

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CHAPTER 15 IS OUT!!

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The RV creaked as it continued to settle, its thin walls complaining like they’d collapse if the night leaned on them any harder. Dampness seeped through the seams, settling in the stale air. Every breath carried the weight of smoke, sweat, and the faint copper tang of blood no one wanted to mention.

They’d fallen into a rhythm because they had to. Two sleeping, one awake, always rotating. It was the only way to stretch themselves thin enough to keep watch while pretending they weren’t already threadbare. But rhythm didn’t mean peace. It just meant surviving until the next moment.

Ajax sat at the window, chin propped against his fist, eyes burning from refusing to close. He’d tried, once. The instant his lids dipped, though, Bruno’s shredded hoodie flashed behind them—dark with blood, heavier than memory should be—and he’d jerked upright again.

The snakes beneath his beanie twitched constantly, unsettled by the tension buzzing through him. Their scales rasped against knit, a faint whispering sound that filled the silence.

Across from him, Yoko shifted with a sharp inhale, her hand pressing against her ribs. The bandage held, but every movement still tugged at the wound. She leaned back, sunglasses balanced against her face though there was nothing to shield her from anymore but moonlight.

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CHAPTER 14 IS OUT!!

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Lwk a short chapter but I’m sick so…

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The RV groaned with every gust of wind, its frame settling in the damp chill of the forest. The fire outside had died down hours ago, leaving the windows dark but for the occasional flash of moonlight through the trees. Inside, the air was thick with sweat, smoke, and fear.

They had arranged themselves in turns—one watching, two resting, then rotating. It was the only way to stay alive without collapsing. But when Ajax nudged Yoko’s boot with the tip of his sneaker, muttering that her shift was done, the whole balance shattered.

Yoko stirred with a hiss of irritation, dragging herself upright with one hand pressed against her bandaged side. Her sunglasses were back on, though they did little to hide the exhaustion dragging her features down. She mumbled something about being fine, but everyone could see the pale strain in her face.

Ajax flopped down onto the bench she vacated, arms crossed tight over his chest. The snakes under his beanie twitched restlessly, their scales rasping faint against fabric. He didn’t close his eyes. He just stared at the table where the note lay, the words still sharp and cruel in the dim light:

One of you must pay for what you’ve done. Until then, none of you leave here alive.

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CHAPTER 13 IS OUT!!

I’m back to posting on schedule chat

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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The RV was suffocating. Every groan of its metal frame, every squeak of the windowpanes under Ajax’s barricades, pressed against them like the walls themselves were closing in. The forest outside had gone silent—not even a cricket dared break the air.

Enid sat pressed against the bench, her knees hugged tight to her chest. Yoko dozed fitfully against the wall, pale and clammy, her fangs half-bared even in unconsciousness. Ajax hovered near the window, both hands gripping the cabinet he’d shoved into place, his eyes bloodshot and wide.

The scrape hadn’t returned. Not once since the last drag along the outer wall. But that silence felt worse than the noise.

Wednesday crouched near Yoko, rewrapping the bloody gauze with a precision that made it seem like her hands had never once shaken in her life. Her braid hung over her shoulder, neat despite the chaos.

Enid caught herself watching her—like she had since the fire, since Bruno, since everything. The steadiness in her was the only thing keeping Enid from unraveling completely.

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CHAPTER 12 IS OUT!!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Sorry for the delay y’all, I’ve been mad tired

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The scrape lingered in the silence like claws on glass. Every breath inside the RV seemed too loud, too shallow.

Ajax pressed himself tighter against the door, as if his thin frame could hold back whatever was outside. His snakes writhed frantically beneath the knit of his beanie, one tail slipping free through a loose stitch before jerking back inside.

“Don’t,” he whispered harshly, as if to them, as if to himself. “Don’t move. Don’t breathe.”

Yoko let out a sharp hiss through her teeth as Wednesday pressed gauze against her side. Blood soaked into the pad instantly, warm and slick, dripping down her ribs to pool on the bench beneath her. Her hand shot out, claws raking shallow furrows into the wood paneling beside her head.

“Shit,” she gasped, her fangs flashing, eyes glassy. “It’s—it’s still burning.”

“Stay still,” Wednesday ordered, her voice precise, even, unshaken. She wound gauze tight, pinning the pads into place, the knot secure. Her pale hands came away stained dark, but she didn’t pause.

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Ajax spun back toward them, panic in every line of him. “So what does that mean? That we’ve been wrong the whole time? That the real monster is still out there watching us? Waiting?” His snakes hissed louder, thrashing in quick, agitated arcs. He pressed both palms hard against his beanie as if trying to cage them, to cage himself. “This is worse. This is so much worse—”

“Ajax.” Wednesday’s voice cut through sharp and clean. She stood over Bruno’s body, her braid spilling forward as she tilted her head, eyes like blades in the firelight. “Enough. Hyperventilation won’t prevent your throat from being slit.”

The bluntness snapped him silent, though his breathing came ragged, rough. The snakes quieted, but only barely, twitching in unsettled coils.

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CHAPTER 10 IS OUT!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Wanted to get this out yesterday in time with part 2 releasing but was dealing with other stuff

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The clearing was suffocating.

The air clung thick and wet, every breath dragging iron down their throats. No one spoke. No one dared. The absence of Agnes’s body, the silence after her brutal death—it pressed in on all of them, tighter than the night itself.

The gouges Enid had carved into the RV gleamed faintly in the moonlight, silver scars etched deep into the metal. Her claws had long since retracted, but she could still feel the sting in her palms where they had split skin. The urge to rake them across something again hovered just beneath her surface, but Wednesday’s presence beside her kept it at bay.

She leaned into Wednesday’s shoulder, quiet, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her eyes burned from the tears she’d already shed, but now she held herself tighter, steadier. Wednesday had held her once, and though Enid hated how much she needed that anchor, it had worked. The sobs were gone—for now. What remained was raw exhaustion, a simmering ache she could no longer scream out.

The others weren’t doing much better. Ajax sat hunched over on a log, elbows digging into his knees, his snakes curled tight and silent under his beanie. Yoko paced the edge of the clearing, sunglasses tilted low but not enough to mask the hard line of her mouth. Every so often she’d throw a glance toward the trees, sharp, restless, like she was daring something else to come tearing out of the dark.

No one wanted to look at the gouge Enid had left in the RV. No one wanted to look at her either.

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CHAPTER 9 IS OUT!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This chapters a bit shorter but I felt the fic was lacking Wencair

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The clearing was suffocating. The air clung thick and wet, every breath dragging iron down their throats. No one spoke. No one dared. The absence of Agnes’s body, the silence after her brutal death—it pressed in on all of them, tighter than the night itself.

Enid couldn’t hold it anymore.

Her claws slid free with a shhhk of keratin against skin. Before she realized what she was doing, she turned toward the RV and raked.

The sound tore through the night—metal shrieking, peeling under the force of her grief. Sparks jumped as her claws carved a brutal gouge down the side, leaving four deep, jagged scars that glinted silver in the moonlight.

The noise jolted the others instantly. Ajax spun, snakes snapping alert under his beanie. Yoko’s head snapped up, sunglasses slipping lower as her eyes locked onto the mark. Even Wednesday, who rarely betrayed surprise, turned toward her with a sharp precision.

Enid stood there panting, claws trembling, her chest heaving like she might tear herself apart. The mark on the RV seemed to pulse with her rage, a scar carved into more than just metal.

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Your wenclair horror fic is absolutely amazing 💖

THANK YOUU!!!