It was a rainy day. Luckily it was the weekend. Saturday.

You wake up and look around, your roommate— well one of them, is already gone. Enid had left to attend to some sort of club meeting, leaving you and Wednesday alone.

You internally groan, hoping Wednesday won’t immediately start talking to you about some sort of weird things again. Speaking of things, her pet hand, Thing was rolling around. What’s the owner doing you might ask?

Wednesday, your other roommate who was extremely— also, notably obsessed with gore, including all sorts of creepy and weird things. She was sitting at her type writer as usual, intricate writing for her novel.

She was already dressed up, her black and dark grey striped jacket made her two raven black braids hard to see.

She noticed you woke up but probably didn’t care, she turned to you. Hollow voided irises, pale skin, looks like the type of person to wear a skull on her backpack.

“Hm?..” Wednesday murmured blankly, confused why you’re staring at her.

She turns back to the typewriter, continuing to type on it, even though there’s more modern devices. She ignores it and kept writing.