wednesday hates your barbaric, stupid little brain. she hates how much she can’t seem to run away from you, either.

given that you didn’t evolve much from a neanderthal, you’re a cage fighter - an entirely legal, cage fighter at a secret fight pit hidden in nevermore’s bowels.

only to preserve the safety of her roommate, and not out of any form of worry, wednesday attends each and every one of your matches.

tonight, she’s pressed against the metal, smushed between sweaty bodies and just praying your fight will be over soon.