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Original Writer: Julia_Hart90
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Wednesday had turned 18 a few months ago, marking his official transition into adulthood, and in a few more months, Andor would be 18 as well, eagerly awaiting her own milestone. They both had a feeling that this year would be different, filled with extraordinary events that would change their lives forever.
Their intuition proved to be spot on.
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Wednesday was covered in dirt, smudging horribly on his face and clothes. Glancing beside him, he noted it was midnight, and he and Andor were out on a 'date' —or whatever it was since they hadn't labeled their relationship yet.
Midnight was the perfect time for the Addams to commit a crime or play a game. Wednesday Addams never missed an opportunity to haunt some townspeople, and Andor was always ready to dig the graves. Unlike Wednesday, Andor looked slightly more presentable since he was the bait to invite the blonde, egotistical jocks into the woods for a game of throwing stones at a birds nest. From there, Wednesday would take over.
Now, Andor laid over a tree stump, one leg hiked up on the stump, leaning his chin back to look at the array of stars. Wednesday was tying up the three jocks who were crying and pleading. He was preparing to make them his sacrifice, laying down candles and drawing a suspicious red star on the ground.
Andor's ears perked at the sound of the red chalk on the ground, he turned his head to observe Wednesday's meticulous preparation. The jocks, once arrogant and full of themselves, now whimpered and begged for mercy. Wednesday moved with a calm precision, his face expressionless as he lit the candles one by one, their flickering flames casting eerie shadows on the ground.
"You always know how to set the mood," Andor retorted, his voice chuckled with sarcasm. "No burying needed today?" Wednesday didn't look up.
"Nope, a simple ritual. Nothing too elaborate. Just enough." He finished drawing the star, the red lines glowing faintly in the candlelight.
The jocks' pleas grew louder, their voices trembling. "Please, let us go! We won't tell anyone, we swear!"
Andor replies casually with a hint of mockery. "We won't, pinky promise." He sits on the grass and against the stump. "Need any help, Day?" The nickname, Andor found along with "Ed", were the only ones Wednesday would ever tolerate that pertained to his actual name.
"I got it," Wednesday replied, his voice as cold and detached as ever. Andor nodded. The sight of Wednesday in his element was always fascinating to him. There was an art to his madness, a method to his macabre that caused a fixation within Andor.
As Wednesday began chanting in a low, rhythmic tone, the jocks' eyes widened in terror. The air around them seemed to thicken, and an unnatural chill settled over the clearing. Andor could feel the power of the ritual building, a palpable force that makes him feel his heart pumping all throughout his body.
Just as Wednesday reached the climax of his chant, the ground within the star began to glow brighter. The jocks screamed, but their cries were swallowed by the loud crickets and birds circling in the night. Andor watched, transfixed, as the red light enveloped them, making their outlines blur and waver.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the glow faded. The jocks lay unconscious, their bodies limp and lifeless. Wednesday straightened up, a faint smile playing on his lips. "They'll wake up in a few hours from their field trip to the devil," he said, turning to Andor. "Just enough to make them think twice before they act so arrogantly again."
Andor stood up from his spot, brushing the dirt off of his backside. "Excellent execution, Wednesday. Another successful night."
Wednesday shrugged, his usual stoic demeanor returning along with a blush that was hidden in the night. "It's all in a night's work."
As they made their way back through the woods, Wednesday linked his arm through Andor's. "So, what's next on our agenda?" Andor quizzes.
Wednesday's eyes gleamed with a hint of anticipation. "Remember that abandoned warehouse you told me on the edge of town?"
Andor grinned at the mention. "I'll lead the way-" his words were cut off by a frantic Pugsley, with Thing perched on his shoulder. He ran toward them yelling.
"The baby! It's here!" That sentence was enough to send them all rushing to the hospital.
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In the hospital waiting room, the rest of the Addams family and Andor were left waiting while Gomez accompanied Morticia. They were not relieved to know the doctor was not Trevor, Andor's father, but he volunteered to sit in on it to act as some comfort. Pugsley sat between Lurch and Granny, with Thing hiding under Andor's shirt to avoid drawing attention.
They listened in agony as a small blonde girl went on about how her parents told her that some stork brought babies into the world. Andor held back his laughter at her innocence, knowing Wednesday would soon crush the girl's innocent belief.
With an arm around his waist, Wednesday nuzzled into his side. He retaliated by crossing his legs over Andor's, which Andor hooked around firmly. He stared up at Andor's lips, wondering if he should accept defeat and kiss him, but his thoughts were stopped by the voice of the girl.
"... and then Mommy kissed Daddy, and the stork flew down from heaven and left a diamond under a leaf in the cabbage patch, and the diamond turned into a baby," the girl concluded her story, pausing to stare at Pugsley with curiosity.
Pugsley, being somewhat slow to catch on, took a few seconds to understand her silent question before saying, "Our parents are having a baby too!" But before Pugsley could elaborate or let the blonde girl revel in the joy of the Addams' baby arrival, Wednesday interrupted her with the reality and truth.
"They had sex." The girl immediately teared up and was about to start bawling, but Andor intervened. Instead of denying Wednesday's words, he did the opposite.
Smirking in amusement, he playfully jabbed Wednesday's side and said, "Nuh-uh! Babies come from dark magic! You have to sacrifice someone to get a new baby!" The girl's eyes widened in sheer terror, and she began to cry, her sobs echoing through the waiting room. Andor laughed as he observed the girl's reaction before taking a deep breath to compose himself, saying "Just kidding, kiddo."
Granny leaned closer to the girl, her expression one of innocent curiosity. "Don't worry, it's not as bad as it sounds," she said, attempting to console her. "The rituals are actually quite fascinating." The girl's crying only intensified, causing other people in the waiting room to glance over with concern.
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