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[opossum-writes]

Mystery Man: Pt. 11

A/N:

I don’t speak spanish, so I relied on google translate for the spanish in this, which is more than likely going to be wrong. If you speak Spanish, don’t hold back on your pitchforks and torches lol. Also, this fic is no longer on hold, of this chapter being written didn’t make that clear lmfao.

WC: 2031

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“Uhm.. okay, so it’s… Hola, miércoles, encantado de verte. ¿Le gustaría hablar de la investigación mientras toma un café en el Weathervane?“ I say, looking at Wednesday’s brother, Pugsley, for confirmation. I’ve secretly been going to him for Spanish lessons over the weekend. I thought it’d impress Wednesday. Maybe Enid. At this point, I have no idea who i’m trying to impress anymore. I like them both. It’s confusing.

“No, no, miércoles is the word wednesday, just say her name. Repeat after me. Hola, Wednesday. Encantado de verte. Le gustiaría hablar de la investigacíon mientras toma un café en el Weathervane?” Pugsley says, and I sigh. “Hola, Wednesday. Encantado de verte. Le gustiaría hablar de la investigacíon mientras toma un café en el Weathervane.” I repeat, and Pugsley smiles. “Good. You’re getting better. And, before I leave, i’ve got a question…” Pugsley smiles nervously at me. “Yeah?” I ask.

“Are you dating my sister?” He asks. Shit. I have no idea how to answer that. Not officially, but I guess we are sort of dating. It’s definitely not platonic, but i’m not sure what. Plus, i’ve got the same kinda thing going with Enid. “Uh… no..?” I answer. “Why do you sound so unsure?” Pugsley asks. “Thanks for helping me with spanish, kid. I’ll see you next time.” I say, as I push Pugsley out of my dorm and shut the door behind him. Once the door is shut, I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Thank god… now I don’t have to get interrogated. I had enough of that at the police station.” I chuckle, and walk over to my bed and pick up my controller. “Now it’s time for some much needed gaming.” I mumble, and start up the console. However, my alone time is interrupted by my phone ringing. I pick up my phone. Jericho Police Station? Huh?

“Who is this?” I ask. “Y/N. I need help proving my father’s innocence.” I hear Wednesday’s voice through the phone. I guess gaming will have to wait a few hours. Knowing Wednesday, she probably needs me to do something for her. “Wednesday? What do you need?” I ask. “I’ll fill you in later.” She replies, and hangs up. I sigh, and put my phone down. “Time to change out of my pajamas…” I mumble, and crawl back out of bed and walk over to my dresser.

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~ENID’S POV~

I’m sat on a log next to mom and dad near the campfire while my brothers play frisbee nearby. “Here. I brought you a gift.” Mom smiles at me, handing me a wrapped present. “That’s so sweet. You didn’t have to get me anything.” I smile back at her. “I know, but I thought we got off on the wrong foot this weekend. I just want you to know that all I want is the very best for you.” Mom smiles at me.I unwrap the gift, only to reveal…

Werewolf summer camp brochures. “What are there?” I ask. “They’re brochures. For summer camp.” Mom replies. “Well, yeah. But, these aren’t just ordinary summer camps. These are camps for lycanthropy conversion…?” I say, looking at my mom with a slight frown. “Oh, no need to be dramatic, Enid.” She says. “You want to send me to conversion therapy for werewolves?” I ask. Damn, this is a new low. Even for her. Ugh.

“It worked wonders for your cousin Lucille, didn’t it? Seven weeks in the Balkan countryside, and she was howling at the moon in no time. As it should be. Don’t you want to wolf out and finally be normal, honey?” Mom asks. I scoff, and throw the brochures into the fire and stomp off. After a few minutes, I don’t really pay attention to where i’m walking. I just walk aimlessly. The nerve of her! Why can’t she just leave me alone? She’s so annoying… I can’t ever do anything right in her eyes.

Suddenly, I bump into someone. “Woah! Enid, are you alright?” I feel warm hands on my shoulders pull me into a hug. I didn’t realize I was holding any tears back, until they just started flowing. “Hey, hey… shh… it’s alright.” He says, softly caressing my hair. “Y/N?” I ask. “Yep. It’s me. What happened?” Y/N asks, and I just keep crying into his shoulder. “My mom is trying to send me to werewolf conversion therapy. I don’t want to go! I want to spend my summer having fun, not having to worry about wolfing out for once.” I cry. “Shit.. yeah, she sounds like a pain. I’m sorry.”

Y/N replies.

I pull away, still sniffling. “Thanks, Y/N. For comforting me.” I smile up at him, and ruffle his bright orange hair. “No problem, Enid. Anytime. But, uh… have you seen Wednesday, at all? She called me using what I assume was a payphone near the police station…” Y/N asks. “Uh, I haven’t seen her. Sorry.” I shrug. “It’s fine, don’t worry. I’m gonna search for her in Jericho. Wanna come with?” He asks, smiling. “How are we gonna get there, though?”

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“This is the COOLEST thing you have ever done for me!” I giggle, as I hold onto Y/N’s fur as he runs to Jericho with me on his back in his tiger form. Y/N meows. “Oh, right, you can’t talk like this, can you?” I say. He shakes his head no. It takes around fifteen more minutes for us to get to Jericho.

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~Y/N’s POV~

Enid climbs off of my back, and brushes her clothes off before looking at me with a big smile. I bare my teeth at her, which is the closest I can get to a smile. “Is that meant to be… a smile?” She asks, her smile turning into an amused smirk. I nod at her, and rub against her, curling my tail around her slightly.

I purr and rub my head against her hand. “Awww…. Does this big and ferocious tiger want some scratchies?” Enid giggles, using a baby voice to talk to me. Usually, if she were anyone else, i’d have scratched her by now. But, it’s Enid. Who am I to deny her of her fun?

Enid scratches the top of my head, and I flop down onto my side and stretch my legs out in front of me. Enid continues to awe at me, rubbing my belly and giggling. Even though i’m not an actual tiger tiger, I still like getting pet. Who wouldn’t? It’s like a massage, but better!

Sadly, the pets are cut short when a random lady shrieks at the sight of me and runs off. “Wait, no! He’s not a tiger! He just looks like one!!!” Enid shouts after her. She huffs. “Great, now I look crazy.” Enid laughs.

She grabs my clothes from her bag and drops them in front of me. I slowly get back up and stretch. I grab my clothes with my mouth and run off to somewhere more secluded to shift.

~~

I run back to where Enid is waiting for me. “Well, hello there, tiger.” Enid giggles, and then lets out a high pitched squeal and hugs me. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!! THAT. WAS. AMAZING!” She rambles excitedly. I laugh and hug her back.

We part not long after, and just kinda… stare at each other with goofy grins. We’re interrupted by someone clearing their throat. We turn to look at the culprit, and it’s Wednesday. “Y/N, will you stop indulging in a pathetic, disgusting, and disturbing behavior with Enid for once, and focus on the investigation?” Wednesday asks.

She looks… annoyed. I don’t think i’ve seen her like this before. “To be fair, i’ve been focusing on that more than i’ve been hanging out with Enid.” I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. I take a quick glance at Enid, and she looks annoyed too. “Yeah. He’s been with you, like, all day, everyday, twenty-four seven.” Enid adds.

Awkward silence surrounds us as Enid and Wednesday stare at each other. “Well, uh… Enid and I actually came here to look for you. You wanted some help with Gomez, right?” I ask. Wednesday turns to me, her annoyed expression remaining. “Visit my dorm an hour before sunset. Wear black.” Wednesday demands, and I know better than to question her at this point. “Our dorm, Wednesday! It’s not just yours.” Enid groans, and Wednesday walks off. Enid chases after her, leaving me on my own. Oof. That was rough. I pull out my phone and text Kat.

“Hey, are you busy? I just got ditched by both Enid AND Wednesday. I need to kill some time. Wanna hang?” I ask. Almost immediately she responds. “Girl troubles?” She sends back. I roll my eyes. “Shut up. Yes or no?” I reply. “Technically, there isn’t anything to shut up since i’m typing, not talking. But, sure. Fine. Where are you?” Kat asks.

“Jericho. Are you nearby? Or should I head back to school?” I send back. She sends me a thumbs up emoji. “Meet me at Hawt Kewture.” She replies. I groan. I hated that place. I put my phone back in my pocket and start walking to the store.

However, something catches my eye. An old looking car parked in front of a small pawnshop. In the window sits a small sign with a bright red FOR SALE on it. Written messily with marker underneath it reads “1989 buick electra park avenue. Used. Only 9K!”

I scoff. This car is not worth that. The tan paint is peeling in some places, the hood is slightly bent, and by the looks of it, the interior is just as bad. The cloth seats are slightly ripped, and the passenger seat is missing, leaving only the driver’s seat and the backseats. One of the front hubcaps is different than the rest, and the headlights need polishing.

But… something about this car is endearing. I got my driver’s license last year. Father left me some inheritance money, which should be plenty of money for what this car is actually worth, just need to haggle some.

I walk into the pawnshop and up to the guy at the register. He’s resting against the counter, one of his hand is propped up and he’s resting his cheek on it. A small pencil is tucked behind his right ear, and he looked bored out his mind. He has black spiky hair, and goth makeup. “Your car out there is not worth nine-thousand.” I say.

He tiredly sits up and looks me up and down. “Are you from that freak school?” He asks. “Excuse me?” I scoff. “Chill, dude. I meant it lovingly. I’d probably go if my step dad wasn’t such a prick. And if my folks had the money for it.” He replies. “Uh… okay. So, that car out front…” I continue.

“It’s yours.” He cuts me off, and reaches under the counter and grabs the keys and throws them at me. I catch them, and stare at him, dumbfounded. “It’s my stepdad’s pride and joy. My mom is making him sell it, since it looks like shit. It’s functional, so you should have no issues driving it. He priced it super high so nobody would buy it and convince my mom to keep it. I hate the guy, you’d be doing me a favor by taking it. It’d piss him off.” The guy explains, and I chuckle.

“Uhh… alright then. Thank you…” I look for a name tag but I don’t find it. “What’s your name?” I ask. “Call me Regina.” He grumbles. “Isn’t that a girls name?” I say, confused. “Gender is a myth. Go take your car and shove off, pretty boy.” He laughs. Pretty boy???

I shrug and run out to the car and unlock it and hop in. I take the sign down and throw it onto the floor, and shut the door behind me. I smile widely and start the engine, laughing happily when it roars to life. “Hell yeah! First car! Let’s go!” I cheer, and back out of the parking spot and drive to Kat.

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.

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“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.

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“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.

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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.

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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…