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[opossum-writes]

Mystery Man: Pt. 13

A/N: Sorry for all the Wednesday scenes. Promise I will sprinkle in some more Enid next chapter.

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I’m woken up by loud knocking on my dorm’s door. I groan and rub my eyes. I roar out a yawn, and lazily stand up.

“I’m coming, i’m coming!” I fight back a hiss. I’m gonna have to shift soon. I’m much more cat-like than usual. I’m always like that when I need some “tiger time” as father always says.

I don’t bother getting dressed, whoever is banging on my door is rather impatient. So, I open the door in just my Superman pajama pants.

“Hello…?” I tiredly croak out, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand.

“Ew, Y/N! Get dressed!” The one behind the knocking shouts, and I recognize the voice as Bianca. I groan, and walk over to my dresser and pull out a shirt and put it on.

“There. I’m decent. Happy?” I quirk an eyebrow at her as she steps inside my room. She carefully shuts the door behind her. “Very. Now that it’s the weekend, and you’ve been absent to every tutoring session, i’ve decided to bring your school…” Bianca pauses, stepping over to me and handing me several books that I barely manage to take without dropping any.

“To you!” She smirks proudly, and I roll my eyes. “I’m surprised you’re doing so terribly. After all, you’re hanging out with Wednesday so much, and she’s… unfortunately number one in botany.” Bianca sighs.

I sigh, walking over to my nightstand and putting the books down. “We talk about the investigation, not plants.” It’s Bianca’s turn to quirk an eyebrow at me, now. “The investigation? Seriously? Investigating… what? Your daddy issues, and a monster that isn’t real? C’mon, Y/N!” Bianca scoffs.

“You can’t seriously keep wasting your time on her. You’ve got… serious potential, dude.” Bianca sighs. “And I don’t mean potential in school, although you have that, too.” I look at her, confused.

“What do you mean?” I ask, my eyebrows furrowed and my lips parted just a tad.

“I mean you could be as popular as me. Some of the guys already worship the ground you walk on.” Bianca smirks. “Why don’t you sit at my table during dinner? Might do you some good…” Biance looks me up and down smugly, before walking towards the door.

Right as she’s about to leave, she looks at me one more time. “Read the books, Y/N. I can’t have you failing.” I groan at that, and pick up a book and start reading it.

She gives me a curt nod before stepping out, leaving me alone to study.

~~

It’s night time, and i’m with Ajax, Xavier, Kat, Yoko, Thing, and Divina in Crackstone’s Crypt, waiting on Enid and Wednesday to get here.

It’s Wednesday’s birthday, and Thing has helped us organize a surprise celebration. I hear voices outside the door, and everyone, including me, gets into position.

The leaves inside the crypt rustle and crack underneath Wednesday as she steps further into the crypt, flashlight beaming ahead of her.

“Enid?” Wednesday calls out, her voice echoing. After not hearing a response, she draws nearer to our hiding spot. Ajax coughs, and I hit his knee. Not very hard, but I guess it still hurt him, since he winces and rubs where I hit him.

“Whoever you are, show yourself.” Wednesday demands, pointing her flashlight in our general direction. “Try anything and you’ll lose limbs.” She adds.

I give the signal, and we all jump out. “Surprise!” We all shout, and we all walk towards her. Everyone starts singing “Happy Birthday” while I stay silent.

She hates this. But… it’s the thought that counts, right?

At least I can explain to her later how much I tried stressing to everyone how much of a bad idea this was.

Enid walks in with the cake, multiple sparklers sticking out of it. Wednesday turns toward Thing as the song ends and glares.

“I should have known you were behind this.” She leans in closer to the hand. “What part of no party under the penalty of death do you not understand?” She asks.

“I thought my cake design was pretty inspired. Figured you’d hate it a little less if it was more… macabre.” I chuckle.

“The pink balloon was my little touch.” Enid adds. “Why don’t you make a wish?” Enid beams. Ugh, she’s going to be very disappointed.

Kat snorts. “Watch, she’s gonna wish for something creepy as fuck.” Kat smirks, and I glare at her. “Kathryn!” I pull out the full name, and her face pales even more than it already is, and she shuts up.

Wednesday gets distracted by writing on the wall, and walks over to it. “Wait, it’s Latin…” She examines the words, her expression focused. “Fire will rain… when I rise.” Wednesday reads. “Okay, that’s not really a wish.” Enid replies. Fire will rain… that sounds familiar.

“The first part of that phrase was burned onto Nevermore’s lawn. It can’t be a coincidence.” Wednesday states, and I snap my fingers. “That’s it! I knew it sounded familiar. I heard about that.” I smile.

Ajax looks at the cake, disappointment evident. “Wait… we’re never eating that cake, are we?” He asks sadly. Enid frowns, and Wednesday traces her fingers over the latin, and her head snaps back.

She falls to the floor, and I rush over to her sit down and place her head on my lap. “What’s wrong with her?” Ajax asks, concerned.

“She’s having a vision.” Xavier pipes up, and I scoff. “Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.” I roll my eyes. I don’t know what it is about him, but he pisses me off.

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Wednesday stands over the vandalized patch of lawn, clearly deep in thought. I approach her, and look down at her with a serious expression. “What did you see?” I ask.

She doesn’t reply, she just looks up at me for a moment. I flash her and awkward smile, and she sighs. “I have a lead.” She states, and I quirk an eyebrow at her.

“Oh, yeah? Talk to me.” I smile, flashing my fangs at her. My gaze drops down to her neck, and I feel my mouth start to salivate and my fangs grow slightly.

“Eyes up here, vamp.” She huffs, and I shake my head slightly and wipe my mouth. “Yeah. Sorry.” I mumble.

“I think Xavier is the monster.” I hiss at the mention of Xavier, and she looks at me with a blank expression. Well, blank to most, I can tell she’s amused.

“Don’t like Xavier?” She asks, and I groan. “Something about him… annoys me.” I reply, annoyed just at the thought of his existence.

“You’re jealous.” She states, and I look at her, confused. I shake my head. “No! Am not!” I say a little too quickly. She arches a brow at me, as if to say “are you sure about that?”

“Okay, fine. Maybe I am.” I relent. “Anyway… back to it. You think he’s the monster? Why?” I tilt my head slightly.

She ignores my question, and just walks away. I grumble, and leave as well, not bothering to chase after her. I know her well enough to not do that.

Maybe I could go see Enid…

To Be Continued…

[opossum-writes]

Mystery Man: Pt. 2

A/N: I might make a love triangle, but i’m not sure. I’ll make a poll.

WC: 2033

Pt. 1

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I sit in the kitchen of my childhood home, eating some cereal with a cup of pigs blood. My father walks in, all dressed up for work. “Hey, kid. Where is Cub 2?” He asks, adjusting his tie. “Oh, she stayed at a friend’s house last night.” I answer, and he nods.

This is typically the part of everyday where he says goodbye and leaves, but for some reason he sat down across from me on the table. “Alright, kid. I’m gonna tell you something, and I want you to promise me you won’t tell anyone. Not even your sister or mother, okay?” He says, looking me in the eyes with a stern look.

“I probably won’t come home today. I don’t know what will happen to me, but I know that whatever happens, it won’t be good. You won’t see me again. I have written my will. It’s in the drawer on the left side of my desk.” He explains. Usually he’s a lot more cheerful.

“Wait, what?” I say. Father’s watch starts beeping, and he immediately gets up and grabs his briefcase. “I have to go. I love you, Y/N. Take care of your sister, okay?” He says as he opens the front door and steps out. Before leaving, he looks at me one last time and smiles.

The house then begins to change. Vines start growing all along the walls, the wood starts rotting away and plants start sprouting between the floor boards. The milk in my bowl of cereal goes bad and moldy. I get up, scared, and take a few steps back, but I bump into someone. I turn around and i’m face to face with my mother, but something is different. She looks like a rotten corpse. She smiles at me, her sharp fangs looking deadlier than usual. “You shouldn’t keep secrets from your family, Y/N.” She says, her voice distorted.

“I-I’m sorry, mother… I didn’t want to disappoint him!” I practically shout, tears running down my face. “Wake up!!” She screams.

~~

I jolt upright, sweating bullets. I look around me, and breathe a sigh of relief. It was just a nightmare. I’m okay.

I’ve been having nightmares reliving the last time I saw my father. It always starts the same way, but ends differently. That was probably the worst one so far.

I look over to my phone to check the time, and I immediately get out of bed when I realize i’m late for my first class.

I run toward my dresser and pull out my uniform. I grab my mask and put it on, and grab my backpack and run out of my dorm and down the hall.

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“Mr. Ashcroft! So glad that you could join us. Please take a seat.” The botany teacher, Ms. Thornhill, says. She has a polite smile on her face. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to sleep in! I think I forgot to set my alarm.” I explain. “It’s alright. Just don’t let it happen again, Y/N.” Ms. Thornhill replies, and gestures to the only open seat. It’s next to Enid.

I look at Enid, and she’s smiling. She excitedly pats the seat next to her. I sigh, and take a seat, placing my bag under the desk. “As I was saying…” Ms. Thornhill starts the lesson, but I tune it out. I rest my head in the palm of my hand, and retreat into my own mind. I can’t seem to stop thinking about my father.

Why did he want me to keep it a secret? What happened to him? And why? What did he do?? And why did he enroll Kat and I into Nevermore Academy? What is the importance of this school? He always does things for a reason. He always has some sort of plan. He doesn’t just make decisions for the hell of it. Why was it so important to him that he put it in his will?

As my mind swirls with question after question, I feel anger start to boil within me. Who killed him? What did he do to deserve it? Why would he make me keep a secret? Why me and not Kat? Or mother? He knows I hate secrets. They make me feel so guilty. He knows me better than I know myself, so why would he put me in this situation? Why?!

My thoughts are interrupted by my claws coming out and cutting my cheek. I immediately put my claws away and put pressure on the cut. “Oh my god! Are you okay?!” Enid asks, clearly worried. I don’t reply. The girl sitting across from me turns around to look at what happened. She has a blank expression on her face. “Move your hand.” She says. At this point, all eyes are on me. I do as she says and move my hand, revealing my bloody cheek. The cut was pretty deep. No matter how much pressure I put on it, the bleeding never stopped.

“You need stitches.” She says, and gets up, grabbing her black bag from underneath the table. She sets it down in front of me on the desk and grabs a pair of gloves, and surgical thread and needles, along with a pair of tweezers and some gauze and medical tape.

“Why the hell do you carry that around? Whats next, do you have an OR at home?” I say, confused. She doesn’t reply, and simply grabs Enid’s wrist and takes the scrunchie she was wearing and uses it to clean the blood. Enid is clearly not happy about it, but just lets Wednesday do it anyway. “Excuse me, Wednesday, my classroom is not a place to stitch a wound. Why don’t you escort Y/N to the school medic?” Ms. Thornhill suggests, but the girl, who I guess is named Wednesday, doesn’t say a word.

She puts down the blood soaked scrunchie, and ties the surgical thread to the needle and picks up the needle with the tweezers and starts suturing the cut. It’s painful, but i’ve been through worse. It’s nothing I can’t handle. Usually, if someone tried this I’d probably tell them off, but the cut wouldn’t stop bleeding and I don’t want to get an infection.

Once Wednesday is done stitching my wound, I use my claws to cut the excess thread after she tied it all together. “Keep it dry, then after two days start washing with soap and water twice a day. In ten days, come see me. I’ll take them out.” She says, and sits back down. “Uh, alright, Doc.” I reply.

Ms. Thornhill clears her throat, and that reminds me that we’re still in the middle of class. I don’t tune out her lesson this time.

~~

School is over, and I’m sitting next to Kat outside, watching everyone work on their boat for the “Poe Cup” or whatever this event is. I didn’t pay too much attention when Enid rambled excitedly to me about it during lunch. “So… what the fuck happened to your face?” Kat asks. “I accidentally cut myself with my claws during botany class. That one girl… I think her name is Wednesday… she stitched me up.” I explain, and Kat chuckles. “That one weirdo who wears all black?” Kat replies, and I shrug. “I guess you could call her that.” I say. “You should thank her. Maybe you could ask her out. I doubt she’d go full doctor on you if she didn’t have the hots for you.” Kat laughs, and I groan. “Shut up.” I glare at her. “Seriously, though.” Kat says, nudging me with her elbow.

“I think she’d stab me if I asked her out. But… I don’t know. I might. I do need to thank her for pulling a Doc McStuffins on me in the middle of class.” I reply, and get up. “I’ll see you when I see you, Kat. Don’t get into any trouble, I don’t wanna have to bail you out of detention.” I say, and walk off.

As i’m walking, I see Enid painting her boat and Wednesday standing next to her. I approach the two of them from behind. I clear my throat to get their attention, and Enid jumps. “Jesus Christ! Don’t sneak up on me like that.” Enid says. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to thank Wednesday for the stitches.” I explain. “I only did that because your blood was getting everywhere.” Wednesday replies, but I can see right through that. I was bleeding a lot, sure, but it only got on me. Well, also Enid’s scrunchie, but that was only because Wednesday used it to clean up the blood.

“Why do you wear a mask? Do you have a reason to hide your face?” Wednesday asks. “I wear it because my father did when he attended this school. I don’t have any skeletons in my closet. However, I wouldn’t be surprised if you did. The literal kind as well.” I chuckle, and Enid does as well. Wednesday just stares at the two of us with a blank expression.

I stop laughing and scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. “Alright, uh… i’ll be on my way.” I say, and start walking away, but i’m stopped by Enid grabbing my wrist.

~ENID’S POV~

“Wait! Let me see what you look like under the mask.” I say. Y/N just smiles slightly at me, his E/C eyes looking into mine. I start to get a little flustered under his gaze. “If you win the poe cup, i’ll take it off. Deal?” He says. I nod my head. There is no way I’m losing to Bianca now.

I let go of Y/N’s wrist and he walks away. I watch him as he leaves. “Enid! Keep painting.” Yoko shouts, and I quickly get back to painting the boat.

“As I was saying before Y/N interrupted, Weems has been watching me like a vulture circling a carcass.” Wednesday continues. “And you want me to cover so that you can return to the scene of a crime that didn’t happen?” I ask. “I have beekeeping club this afternoon. I need you as decoy.” Wednesday explains. “Sorry. Two strikes. I’m busy and bees totally creep me out. Why don’t you ask Thing? Oh wait, you can’t because he’s mad at you.” I replied. “Why’s he mad? He’s the one who screwed up with Rowan.” Wednesday asks. I shrug. “All I know is that we spent an hour giving each other manis, and he really opened up. He feels like you don’t respect him as a person.” I answer. “Technically, he’s only a hand.” Wednesday says. “Wednesday! He’s your family. And he would do anything for you. Go apologize and I’ll reconsider helping you.” I say, and get back to painting the boat. Wednesday doesn’t reply, and just storms off.

After a while of painting in silence, Yoko speaks up. “You seem to like that new boy.” She says. “I do not! I’m just curious about him.” I defend myself. “Then why are you being so defensive about it?” Yoko smirks. I sigh. “I guess thats fair. I don’t know, can you blame me? Imagine if a new girl showed up wearing a mask, and they haven’t made any effort to make any friends and mainly stick to one person? You’d probably think they were hot! I love a good mystery.” I explain, and Yoko puts her hands up “I’m not judging! It’s just something I noticed. He seems kinda into you. You should ask him out.” Yoko says. “I barely know him. Plus, he’d probably say no. If he were to ask out anyone, it’d probably be Wednesday. After all, she did stitch up his cut in the middle of class. If a guy did that for me, i’d ask him out. It’s a total meet cute.” I explain.

“Well, I don’t see why he wouldn’t ask you out. The way he looks at you doesn’t seem very platonic.” Yoko shrugs. Huh. Maybe he does like me after all. I guess i’ll never know unless I try. Who knows? Maybe this mystery man is my soulmate.

To Be Continued…

[opossum-writes]

Mystery Man: Pt. 1

A/N: remember that Y/N Ashcroft’s hair is orange, so I apologize if that isn’t accurate to whoever is reading this. Y/N also has a younger sister named Kathryn, AKA Kat for short.

WC: 1,388

Pt. 2

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“Do you really have to wear that mask? It’s embarrassing.” My little sister, Kat, groans. I chuckle. “Of course I do. Father wore it every day at school when he went here. I need to carry on the tradition. Plus, I look awesome.” I smile, and Kat sighs.

Before Father died, he enrolled Kat and I into Nevermore Academy, a school for outcasts. Mother just dropped us off near the front gate. Her boss called her, and when anyone from her work calls, it has to be confidential.

Kat and I have to walk down the long dirt path leading to the school. Kat clears her throat, cutting through the silence that previously filled the air around us. “Do you know why Father enrolled us? I don’t think I was ever told why…” Kat asks, and I shrug in response. “I wasn’t told either. I’m sure there was a reason, though. Everything he did was always some small move in a bigger game of chess.” I reply, and Kat nods in agreement.

“Yeah.” Kat says, and silence surrounds us once more. We walk the rest of the way to school without saying anything.

~~~

“Alright, here are your schedules. Divina and Enid are just outside the room. Y/N, Enid will be giving you a tour of the school, and Divina will do the same for Kat. Welcome to Nevermore!” The principal, Ms. Weems, informs us. I walk out of the room and am immediately bombarded by a phone being shoved into my face. The camera flashes, which practically blinds me for a second. “Oof, this is definitely… not flattering. Anyways! I’m Enid Sinclair, and I will be your very own tour guide!” A much shorter girl says. She has short, blonde hair with pink, purple, and blue streaks of dye in it. She’s very bubbly, maybe a bit… too bubbly, for my tastes. She’s wearing the bright purple Nevermore uniform under an orange and pink striped sweater.

“Uh.. hello to you, too..” I say, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly. Enid smiles widely, grabs my hand and excitedly skips down the hall. She stops at a window overlooking what looks to be a courtyard. It has a fountain in the middle and picnic tables arranged in a circle. “That right there is the quad. It’s where we eat lunch and dinner and such. A lot of students spend their free there as well.” Enid explains, and points at a table with a group of teens all sipping from blood bags. “There are four main social groups here. The fangs, the furs, the stoners, and the scales. Those people over there are the fangs, AKA Vampires. I’m sure you’ll fit right in with them.” Enid says, turning back to look at me. Her eyes seem to drift down to my mouth for a second. “And why is that? I’m sure I could fit in with the furs as well.” I reply, raising an eyebrow at her.

“But aren’t you a vampire?” She asks, and I nod. “A bit of both. My mother is a vampire, and my father was a werecat.” I say, and she smiles. “Woah! That’s awesome.” She replies. I nod. Enid turns back to the window and points at another table. The students there are howling. “Those are the furs, AKA Werewolves… or in your case, werecats.” Enid points at another table. The students are all wearing beanies covering their hair. “Those are the stoners, AKA Gorgons. I wonder how many times they’ve accidentally stoned themselves…” Enid then points at someone sitting on the fountain. She has her hand in the water. “And, typically theres more than just one, but that right there is Bianca Barclay. She’s a scale, AKA a Siren. She is also the closest thing Nevermore has to a queen bee.” Enid explains. Before I can respond, she grabs my arm again and skips down the hall. Every now and then she points at a classroom from my schedule.

Eventually, we reach my dorm room. “Welcome to your new home for the school year. I hope it’s a good one. Also, I don’t think I caught your name…?” Enid asks. I open the door and walk through it, but before closing it behind me, I look at Enid one more time. “Makes sense, ‘cause I never threw it.” I smile slightly, and shut the door behind me.

~ENID’S POV~

I stand there, confused. Who is this new student? I’ll be honest, his whole “Mystery Man” gimmick is kinda hot. I bet he’s super cute underneath that mask.

I shrug and walk down the hall Mystery Man and I entered in. As I’m walking, I pass Divina walking down the hall with her arm around the shoulders of a girl with red hair. She’s obviously flirting with her. I give her sneaky thumbs up and a smile, and she smiles back.

That girl looked a lot like Mystery Man. Well, I don’t know for sure, since half of his face was covered up by his mask, but she has the same color hair as him. Maybe they’re related?

~~~

“Where have you been off to?” Wednesday asks as I walk toward my side of the dorm. “I was giving the new guy a tour. Y’know, he seems right up your alley. He’s a total mystery. He even wears a mask!” I answer, and Wednesday doesn’t respond, she just nods and continues what she was doing before, which was type away at her typewriter.

“What’re you writing?” I ask and flop down onto my cozy bed. She ignores me. “Wends! I asked you a question…” I say, and Wednesday suddenly gets up and stomps toward me. “Say another word and i’ll skin you and use your pelt as paper.” Wednesday warns, and I show her my claws. “Not if I skin you first.” I smile, and she just huffs and stomps back over to typewriter and resumes writing.

~Y/N’s POV~

It’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep. I feel super hot and i’m sweating like crazy. I get up to go get a cup of water, but I immediately fall to my knees. I had a feeling I was going to transform soon, but I didn’t know that it’d be this soon. Ugh.

As I feel my bones break into shape, I groan in agony. The pain is unbearable every time I shift. Father would always say that i’d get used to it as I grow older, but i’ve been shifting since I was thirteen and I’m still not used to it.

I feel my tail grow and my fangs get even bigger and sharper, and my hands turn into paws and my fingers turn into razor sharp claws. I feel my ears move from the sides of my head to the top of it, and my fur starts growing in.

The shift is finally complete. I walk over to my mirror and look at myself to make sure nothing is wrong. I look how I usually do when in my tiger form. I walk up to my door and carefully turn the knob to open it. Last time I shifted I accidentally broke down my door. I don’t wanna make the same mistake.

I run out of my room and down the hall, trying my best to drain my energy enough so I can sleep. I assumed the halls were empty, but they clearly weren’t, because I see another tiger zooming about. I meow to get Kat’s attention, and she immediately gets ready to pounce. I hiss, but that doesn’t stop her from tackling me. We wrestle for a bit before I am able to get the upper hand and she hisses. I back off. I always win the fight, at least when it comes to Kat.

Kat sits down and I walk up to her and grab her head with my paw to keep her in place while I lick her fur. She got pretty dirty from the fight. However, she slaps me and I back off. I glare at her one last time before running back to my dorm, grabbing the handle with my tail to close it behind me. I hop onto my bed and curl up to rest, and quickly drift off to sleep…

To Be Continued

[opossum-writes]

Mystery Man: Pt. 8

A/N: I made up a DC character to feature a friend of mine. Anyways, sorry for the lack of Enid. I’m a bit biased towards Wednesday so that’s on me, but I’ll try my best to remember to give Enid some more screen time (is it really screen time if it’s a fanfic? Idk, I couldn’t think of a better word 😓)

WC: 1908

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“Nevermore was created as a safe haven for out children. To learn, and to grow, no matter who or what they are. I realize most of you have heard about the unfortunate incident involving one of our students, but i’m happy to report that Eugene is on the mend and is expected to make a full recovery. So let’s focus on the positive, and make this parents’ weekend our very best yet.” Weems ends her speech, and everyone starts clapping. I’m standing next to Enid and Wednesday, and I think Kat is still on her dorm. Not only is she pissed at mother, she’s pissed at me since I also kept my discovery a secret. It’s understandable. This weekend is a total train wreck. “On the mend? Try in a coma.” Wednesday says. “Anything to keep Nevermore’s reputation clean, I guess. She does love this school, to a fault at times.” I reply. “Have you been to see him?” Enid asks Wednesday. Wednesday turns her head to face her. “Yeah. If I was in a coma, i’d want you to see me.” I add, smiling at Wednesday. “I’m the reason he’s in the hospital.” Wednesday replies.

“That is not your fault, okay?” Enid reassures her. “Yeah. It’s that damn monster’s fault. I swear to god, if I see that bitch, i’m turning into a tiger and scratching it to high hell.” I say. “Y/N, that monster is way too strong for you to take on. The only thing you’re good for as a tiger is intimidation and shedding everywhere. I’m still finding your hair on my clothes from when you took us to the morgue.” Wednesday replies.

“Wait, you got to see him transform? Lucky.” Enid says. Something catches Wednesday’s eye. “I knew I should’ve worn my plague mask.” Wednesday says, and I turn to see what she’s looking at. It’s her family. No way it isn’t. They’re all dressed in the same color scheme as Wednesday. Somebody’s walking towards them. Wait, is that my mother?

“Would you look at my family? Talk about toxic pack mentality. I give my mom 30 seconds before her judge-y claws come out.” Enid says, looking at her brothers rough-housing. “Enid, if I ever have to meet your family, remind me to wear my wolf fur coat.” I reply.

Enid says goodbye and walks over toward her family. “Well, since my mother seems to be getting along with your parents, why don’t we walk together?” I jokingly offer Wednesday my arm, and she slaps it away. I chuckle, and we both make our way over to her parents.

“Oh, how we missed those accusing eyes and youthful sneer.” Wednesday’s father says while pulling her into a hug. “Oh, and who might you be? Has someone finally fallen for my little rain cloud?” Wednesday’s mother asks. “Oh, i’m not her boyfriend. We’re just friends.” I say. “Ah, Gomez, Morticia, this is my son, Y/N.” Mother says, walking over to me and resting a hand on my shoulder. I brush her hand away.

“Oh, he looks just like Caelin! Red hair and all.” Gomez smiles. “Y/N, this is Gomez and Morticia Addams. Your father and I were quite close with these two when we were your age.” Mother explains. I put on a fake smile and shake their hands. “I’m gonna bring Kat some blood. I’ll see you later, Wends.” I smile at Wednesday and her family and walk off to grab some blood bags from a cooler on my way out.

~~

“Kat? It’s Y/N. I know you don’t wanna see me, but could open the door?” I ask while gently knocking on Kat’s door. “Go away, Y/N.” Kat says from behind the door. “I brought our favorite. Pig’s blood.” I add, and the door swings open, and Kat immediately grabs one of the blood bags and bites into it, ignoring the straw stuck to the side of the bag.

“That hungry, huh?” I tease. Kat just glares at me. She walks over to her bed and sits down, still drinking the blood. I step inside her dorm and shut the door behind me. The room is messy, with empty bags of snacks strewn about the floor and tissues piling up around her bed.

“Look, Kat, i’m sorry I kept everything a secret. I knew you’d probably want to join in on the investigation, and with that monster on the loose I didn’t want to put you in danger.” I apologize. “I can handle myself. I can outrun almost everyone in this school.” Kat grumbles. “Look, you know I care about you. I just worry. Is there any way I can make it up to you?” I ask. “…I can think of something.” Kat grins.

~~

“Sorry i’m late, Wednesday. I had to wake up Kat, and she is… quite stubborn.” I explain as I approach Wednesday, who is holding a lantern while sitting in the boat. “Get in. We can’t waste more time. Do you have the map?” Wednesday asks, and I pull the map of raven island out from my pocket and hand it to her.

I help Kat into the boat and I follow after her and cut the rope that was keeping the boat by the dock using my claws. “So… who’s rowing?” I ask. “You, dingus!” Kat answers, and I roll my eyes and grab the oar and start rowing towards raven island.

“Wednesday, you and Kat should check inside Crackstone’s crypt first, and i’ll climb on top of the crypt to get a higher vantage point. I’ll need your telescope.” I explain, and Kat gives me a thumbs up, and Wednesday nods. “Hey, dingus, why don’t you be a gentleman and serenade us?” Kat laughs.

“Hell no.” I groan. “You want me to forgive you, right?” Kat replies, and I sigh.

🎶”We be three poor mariners

Newly come from the seas

We spend our lives in jeopardy

While others live at ease

Shall we go dance the round around around

Shall we go dance the round around around

And he that is a bully boy

Come pledge me on this ground

Aground aground

We care not for those martial men

That do our states disdain

But we care for those merchantmen

That do our states maintain

To them we go dance the round around around

To them go dance the round around around

And he that is a bully boy

Come pledge me on this ground.”🎶

By the time the song is over, we’ve arrived at raven island. “What the fuck was that, dingus?” Kat asks as she gets out of the boat. “A sea shanty. I heard it on a game once and I liked it so… I memorized it.” I say. “Hah! Nerd.” Kat teases. “Shut up. You had a giant crush on that one girl from… DC? She wasn’t even a superhero. Just a normal civilian. What was her name? Ace?” I tease Kat back. “Y/N! I thought I told you to never speak about that dumb crush I had on Ace.” Kat practically scolds me, and I laugh. “Alright, crackstone’s crypt isn’t too far from here. Lets get going.” I say, and we all start making our way there.

~~

We make it to the crypt, and Kat and Wednesday walk inside after Wednesday gives me her telescope, and I start looking at the crypt to figure out how I can climb it. Honestly, I overestimated how much I could see from it. The trees are way too tall. Maybe I could just climb one of the trees? Yeah. I’m gonna climb a tree. I text Kat the change of plan, and I back away from a tree so I can get a running start. Once i’m far enough away, I run to the tree at full speed with my claws out and jump as high as I can and sink my claws into the wood.

Being half vampire has many perks. One of them being enhanced agility. I’m at least ten feet off the ground now. I keep climbing the tree until I reach the top. I hold onto the tree with one hand and pull out Wednesday’s telescope with my free hand and look through it.

I don’t see much at first, but eventually I notice a smoke trail. It looks like it’s coming from a campfire. I put the telescope away and pull out my phone and take a picture. I look down at the crypt and I see Kat and Wednesday waiting for me. I carefully make my way back down.

After a few minutes, i’m back on the ground. “I saw a trail of smoke. It looks like it might be coming from a campfire. It’s on the northwest corner of the island.” I explain, and show the two of them the picture I took.

“We didn’t find anything in the crypt. Lead the way.” Wednesday says, and I start walking in the direction I saw the smoke.

~~

After a while of walking, we come across what looks to be a campfire. Nearby is a tent. It sounds like someone is in there. I take a step forward, and I accidentally step on a branch, alerting the person inside the tent. “Who are you and what is your business here?” A deep, tired sounding voice says. “We’re not here to hurt you. My name is Y/N , i’m here with my sister and my friend. Have you spoken to anyone by the name of Caelin? We’re looking for him.” I explain. “Oh my god…” the voice says, and the person steps out of the tent. It’s my father. “Father!” Kat yells, and runs to him and tackles him into a hug. My father laughs and hugs her back.

He looks so different. His hair is a little longer, and much more messy, and he has some patchy stubble growing in. I walk over to father and Kat and hug them both. “You smell terrible!” I laugh. “Well, i’ve been camping out in a forest for months, what do you expect?” Father says with a huge smile on his face. It’s amazing to hear his voice again. I almost forgot what it sounds like. Deep, a little gravelly, but still kind.

Father pulls away from the hug to look at us. “I’ve missed you cubs like crazy.” He says. “Have you met Rowan? How is that kid? I asked him to keep you two safe while I was gone.” Father asks. “He’s dead. A monster gutted him when he was trying to kill me.” Wednesday speaks up. “Oh, dear… that’s uh.. surprising. And who are you?” Father asks.

“No one you need to be concerned about.” Wednesday replies. “That’s Wednesday. She’s my, uh… friend.” I hesitate on the word friend. “Pleasure to meet you, Wednesday. You can call me Caelin.” Father smiles. “Alright, you kids should go to bed. It’s so late. Tell your mother that I need to speak with her.” Father says. “Wait, are you not gonna come with?” Kat asks. “I can’t. It’s a long story that I can’t tell you. At least not yet. As soon as I can, I’ll let you two know. For now I need you two to worry about getting back to your dorms, okay?” Father explains.

Kat and I agree, albeit hesitantly, and Wednesday, Kat, and I, all make our way back to the boat…

To Be Continued…

[opossum-writes]

Mystery Man: Pt. 5

A/N: this chapter is a bit shorter than usual, so i’m sorry about that. I’ve been pretty busy lately, so I haven’t had much time to write. Enjoy!

WC: 965

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Wednesday finally wakes up. “Welcome back. What’d you see?” I ask. “Where are we?” Wednesday asks. “A bus stop. It’s the only shelter I could find that wouldn’t have people calling the cops on me. A guy holding an unconscious girl and insisting that she’s fine isn’t a good look.” I explain, with a slight smile on my face.

“What happened while I was unconscious?” Wednesday asks. “I heard some loud stomps, and I didn’t want to risk getting butchered to death by a giant monster, so I grabbed you and Thing and ran the hell out of there. That trip to the meeting house was rewarding, though. I found my father’s wallet, and I found out that the monster is a human. As I was running I saw it’s footprints turn into human ones.” I reply.

“If you pick me up again I’m cutting off your hands.” Wednesday warns. I chuckle. “Trust me, I only picked you up because of the circumstances. I know better.” I reassure her.

(Wednesday storyline up ahead, feel free to skip)

“This rain isn’t gonna let up anytime soon. I guess we’re stuck here.” I say, and sigh. “Wanna attempt a non-awkward conversation to pass the time?” I offer. “I detest any unnecessary time spent with you.” Wednesday replies. “Alright then, your majesty. As you wish.” I playfully bow down to her. If looks could kill, i’d be with my father right now.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Wednesday speaks up. “Are you going to the Rave’N?” Wednesday inquires. “Why’re you asking? Are you tryin’ to ask me out?” I ask, my lips curling up into a slight smirk. “Absolutely not. I was just… curious. That’s all.” Wednesday replies. “I think so. I could go as a tiger and scare the shit out of people.” I joke. Wednesday doesn’t respond. I might be going crazy, but I think I saw her smile a little bit.

~~

Everyone is gathered in town while the Mayor blabs on about the town’s forefather, Joseph Crackstone. They’ve built a statue of him to “celebrate his memory.” Honestly, I couldn’t care less about a guy who killed innocent people, stole their land, attempted genocide, and overall was just another dickbag white guy in history. But, I guess Jericho does.

After the mayor finishes up his boring speech, the band starts playing “Don’t Stop” by Fleetwood Mac, and the mayor presses a button that makes water start running out of the statue. Who the hell thought this was a good idea? Now people will make wishes in a pool of pilgrim piss.

I feel bad for Wednesday. She’s stuck playing a song she probably hates, for a statue of a man she also probably hates. Honestly, she probably has something up her sleeve. The statue suddenly blows up, and everyone starts freaking out and running. Except for me, this is free entertainment. Good riddance, bronze bigot. Wednesday starts playing Vivaldi’s “Winter.”

~~

~ENID’S POV~

I hold up a colorful long sleeve shirt to Wednesday “Too much?” I ask. Wednesday turns around to look, and immediately turns back around to continue typing on her typewriter. Wednesday sighs. “I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid.” She replies. “So glad I have my date with Y/N tonight. I was starting to think he wouldn’t ask me out. I was, like, 83% sure he’d ask you on a date instead.” I explain.

“Don’t worry, if he asked me out, i’d decline. He knows better than to try and develop our partnership into anything more.” Wednesday assures me.

“Well, I need to go now. Wish me luck!” I say, and grab my pink fluffy jacket and put it on. As i’m walking out, Wednesday speaks up. “If you- I mean… if he breaks your heart, i’ll nail gun his.” Wednesday says. Weird. She rarely messes up a sentence. I shrug, and continue making my way to where i’m meeting Y/N.

~~

~Y/N’s POV~

I’m about to leave my dorm for Enid and I’s date tonight, but my alarm clock starts blaring out of nowhere. I must’ve accidentally made my morning alarm 9:00 pm and not 9:00 am. I walk over to my nightstand and turn it off. I pause for a second when I notice father’s old pocket watch mother brought from home. I pick it up and look at it. It’s broken. It hasn’t worked since my father bought it at an antique store years ago when he and I went on a father son bonding trip.

I use my claws to pry off the back to see if I could get it to work again, and a piece of paper falls out of it. I pick it up and unfold it to see whats on it. The words “I’m alive” are written in red ink. My eyes turn into saucers as I stare at the note. My mind starts swirling with question after question. How is he alive? Did he fake his death? Or did he get resurrected somehow? If he’s alive, why hasn’t he come see me? Or Kat? Or mother? Why would he fake his death?

I leave my dorm and run straight for the bathrooms. When I get there, I can hear one of the showers running. I walk over to a sink and splash some cold water onto my face. The shower stops running, and someone steps out. I turn to see who it is. “Shit! Don’t look!” They yell. I feel myself turn to stone, and everything turns black…

To Be Continued…