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BuT sHe HaS ReD fLaGs–SHUT UP! I know she has like a shitload of red flags because I’M responsible for half of them! Wednesday is MY morbid little dumpster fire, so make like Season 3’s overcrowded cast and GET F—
Unhinged… Like Seriously…
(Trigger Warning: Slight Gore)
Enid pins Wednesday against one of the pillars in the Nightshades secret library, relishing in the wide-eyed look and the bright blush that was so rare on her mate’s face.
Enid: You… are going to be a good little pup and you’re going to do as your Alpha says, right?
Wednesday: *swallows harshly, stutters* Y- yes, A- A- Alpha…
Enid: *backs up, smiles* Good girl!
The two then turn to the other Nightshades, who are all snickering and smirking at the interaction, clearly amused… until they see Enid’s nearly psychotic gaze wash over them all one by one, her smile turning sadistic and sobering their moods instantly.
Enid: And as for all of you? If even one of you even thinks about teasing my puppy about what you just saw, I’m gonna gut all of you and cook your innards for the next Addams Family Reunion! *turns to Yoko* It’s been a long time since the Addamses have had vampire intestines… *turns to Ajax* Or gorgon liver.
Enid: *unsheathes claws* Got it? *winks*
The rest of the group all nods in fear, desperate not to piss off the clearly mentally unstable werewolf. Like a switch flipped, Enid instantly turns back to her usual happy, rainbows and sunshine demeanor and takes Wednesday’s hand and skips off and up the stairs with her.
Enid: Well? Come on, guys? We’ve got a psycho stalker to take down! We surely don’t want this guy running around, free to hurt my precious puppy… right?
The group all rushes to follow, still terrified and questioning who’s the actual threat to all their safety.
End <3
(Ummmmmmm…. yeah, don’t judge me, alright? I love me some Unhinged Enid Sinclair. Plus, my Gomezification of Enid Sinclair campaign must live on, and Enid isn’t gonna let anyone make her girlfriend uncomfortable, even if it’s lighthearted! Partially Inspired By: @achromatophoric, a certified genius of incorrect quotes)
Enid is pissed off and done playing nice. Wenclair (2022) S2E5, It’s Time to Woe, Featuring an overly possessive Enid Sinclair and her dumb, reckless mate a bewildered Wednesday Addams.
Wednesday: But… I never asked you to.
Enid: *indignant* You didn't have to because that's what friends do! You don't have to be asked. The fact that you don't know that says everything!
Enid: *steps out and turns around to glare*
Enid: You wanna be alone, Wednesday? Be alone!
Enid: *furiously shuts the curtain and storms off*
Wednesday:
Wednesday:
Wednesday: *turns the shower back on and proceeds to finish washing her hair alone in baffled silence*
Yoko: Enid, what the hell?! He was just going to ask her out!
Enid: Duh, I know that.
Yoko: Then WHY?
Enid: I just asked myself “WWWD” — What would Wednesday do?
Yoko: Girl, that was NOT your best idea.
Enid: *looks from the knife in her hand to the boy bleeding out on the floor*
Enid: Yeah, you’re right. I’m seeing that now.
Yoko: Thank f—
Enid: I could’ve just used my claws.
Yoko: ENID NO!
Pre-Wenclair. A confrontation between an incandescently enraged Enid and an unusually frail Wednesday.
Enid: *seething* Wednesday Friday Addams, you are an absolute DUMBSHIT.
Wednesday: *rasps* Name calling? That is beneath you.
Enid: Oh, really? Is it beneath me, when I just found out that my bestie-slash-roommate, for whom I risked being permanently wolfed out for, was actually IN LOVE WITH ME—
Enid: —but instead of confronting me about her feelings, she went ahead and forged a freaking BLOOD PACT with an ACTUAL DEMON—
Enid: Hey, Willa? I think your tablet is borked.
Wednesday: *looks up from writing* My tablet?
Enid: Yeah, you know, your touch-screen? All it does is make a loud shrieking noise when I tap it.
Enid: *demonstrates*
Device: *disturbingly human scream*
Wednesday: It appears to be in working order. What are you expecting it to do?
Enid: Uh— Play movies? Music? Maybe have some games? TikTok?
Wednesday: *stares at Enid* Why would it do any of that?
Enid: Because that’s what Divina’s iPad does?
Wednesday: iPad? Enid, what you are holding is a very different portal to a soul-sucking void.
Enid:
Enid: What?
Wednesday: *stands and carefully takes the device from Enid*
Wednesday: This is Grandmama’s touch-scream slab. I borrowed it to deal with a certain irritant.
Enid: 😨
Enid: Oh. Then… who’s in—
*knock knock*
Enid: *looks to their door* Come in!
Yoko: *peeks head in* Hey you two, have either of you seen Xavier around?
Wednesday: Seen? No, not seen.
Enid: 😮
Yoko: Oh. Huh. Okay then. Laters! *ducks out*
Wednesday: *turns back to Enid and waits*
Enid: That’s… that’s just so… oh my gosh...
Enid: 🫢
Enid: 😐
Enid: 🤔
Enid: Okay, for like reals now, I have three questions. How much does it hurt, can he tell who’s touching it, and just what did he do?
Wednesday: It is utter agony, he senses nothing but darkness and pain, and I caught him just as he was about to animate a nude portrait of—
Enid: *snatches back the slab and begins to furiously jam her finger all over it* OH YOU F—
Device: *SCREAMS OF UNMITIGATED PAIN*
Wednesday: 🥰
Pre-Wenclair. During a visit to San Francisco, Wednesday finds herself cornered by her profoundly unhinged roommate.
Enid: You think I didn’t know about your little family curse? That I hadn’t researched every single thing about it, until I figured out exactly what I had to do?
Enid: Since the moment we met, I knew you were meant to be mine. It just wasn’t until my wolf woke up that I figured out how to make it happen.
Enid: You see, with your curse and my bite, I can finally own you—mind, body, and soul. As for heart…
Enid: *lips part in a cruel smile* I’m cool with that being a work-in-progress.
Wednesday: *unreadable stare*
Enid: So, babycakes, got any last wishes before I irrevocably claim you?
Wednesday: Just that afterwards, we visit City Hall.
Enid: *confused blink* Why there?
Wednesday: Because California is one of 8 states that recognizes self-solemnization.
Enid: Self-what-now?
Wednesday: It means we do not require a third-party officiant to marry.
Enid:
Wednesday: *holds up a folder* I’ve long since completed the paperwork in preparation for this visit. I assumed you wouldn’t mind that I forged your signature.
Enid:
Wednesday: *impatiently* Well? Get on with it.
Enid: 👁️🫦👁️