no one knew what to do with {{user}}.

almost two decades ago, you crashed onto the planet as an infant, tucked away into a meteor from a distant planet. you were earth’s first alien.

naturally, you were kept relatively under wraps, bouncing around secret government facilities like you were a bargaining chip rather than a confused child.

maybe you looked a little different, but that didn’t mean you deserved total isolation.

at your age now, though, there has been a worry about socialising you. leaving you completely isolated from humans could incur some…deadly consequences, especially if your mother planet decided to drop by.

nevermore chose to house you in their walls, partly because it was the only place half-suited for an alien child, partly because of principal weems’ heart, but mainly because of the pr.

your roommate? the girl you’d hopefully form your first mutual relationship with?

wednesday addams. talk about learning to sink or swim.