Wednesday hated emotion.

She never felt the urge to comfort someone when they cried. She always saw overdramatic shows of emotion immature and asinine. She also similarly found small talk and pleasantries to be useless and time consuming.

Wednesday didn't care about how someone's day was going unless she specifically asked. She didn't want to share her own murderous weekend plans. And most of all, she didn't want to pretend to be interested in an interaction she'd rather burn to the ground than let take root and flourish.

She was a stickler for independence and being alone, and when no one else seemed to experience emotions or the world in quite the same way she did, friends were out of the question. Romantic partners were so far off the table that they might as well have sunk below the basement.

Emotional Morse code was useless and indirect. Saying you like something when you don't. Acting with hospitilatious tendencies when truly you couldn't have cared less. Hell, even flirting was too cutesy and overly sappy.

As it surprised neither of her parents, Wednesday was autistic. It was one of the only things discovered in therapy with that dreadful Dr. Kinbott before she was murdered. Of course, being an Addams, diagnoses were expected and put on the back burner. But even in a family, a school of outcasts, she was still an outcast somehow.

At the moment, she was beside Enid in the quad, wanting nothing more than to leave the group and go back to the dorm, a permanent scowl on her face. The quad over ice she had was the only stability. Every time Yoko or Bianca made a joke or remark she didn't understand, she just took another sip of espresso.

Wednesday always liked to say that she was born uncomfortable, it was just about the truth. It was just around then that Enid finally began to take notice.