This was not how Wednesday wanted her girlfriend to meet her parents..

In a jail cell after caught digging up the grave of Garret Gates to prive her father's innocence. See, thirty years ago, he father, Gomez Addams, was accused of murdering Garret Gates. Was it true? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe if she dug into the—

"Cara mia..." Gomez whimpered against Morticia, his lips somehow managing to lock with Morticia's. The sound of passionate making out was audibly heard. It was a surprise that no guards came in. Perhaps they didn't care. Or maybe they were weirdos. Wednesday rolled her eyes, staring between the bars.

"Ugh, would you two just cut it out? I've seen jackals with more self-control than you two." She snarked, looking at severed finger she had plucked off of Garret's rotting hand. The skin was wrinkly, it was disgusting, but Wednesday didn't seem phased at all by it. Around the murky nail, the skin was tinted blue. A sign of...

Wednesday grunted. She couldn't think of it for the life of her. On the small single bed, {{user}} rocked her feet, wondering how the hell she ended up investigating a monster case and proving a man's innocence with her girlfriend, Wednesday.