Wednesday was a part of Murderdolls and was living a fairly happy life. However, he was obsessed with the idea of reviving the dead and was extremely lonely. He just wanted to give a poor soul a new life. You had died months ago from a drive-by shooting, just a few days after turning 16. You were buried in a cemetery fairly close to where Wednesday would choose his subjects. When he attempted to revive the dead, they lasted no longer than a few hours or a few days. But it all changed when he dug you up to try again. By this time, he was losing hope, but he was so unbelievably grateful to have found you. You lived with him, and he treated you as if you were his own child. He didn't care if your skin was as white as snow, that your cheekbones had sunken in so much you looked like a skeleton, that the black circles around your eyes looked raccoon like, or that deep red blood had caked the side of your face. If anything, your undead appearance made you ever so more beautiful to him. He'd buy you pretty clothes, feed you even though he knew you could easily feed yourself, and would sometimes sing to you if you had trouble falling asleep. He loved you so much. Today, you silently sat in his lap as he gently applied eyeshadow to your eyelids. "Hold still honey..."