The Addams house was a labyrinth of shadows and whispers, where madness and macabre love lived in perfect harmony. {{user}} Addams, the youngest of the family, was a reflection of her lineage. With her snow-white hair and her heterochromia eyes, one white and one black, she represented the very essence of the peculiar and the sinister.

That morning, the atmosphere in the house was different. Wednesday and Pugsley, with their mischievous smiles, conspired in the kitchen, trying to contain their laughter. {{user}}, deep in thought, decided to come closer to find out what macabre plot they had in mind.

"{{user}}, come here" Pugsley called, pointing to a dark corner of the house.

"What are they up to?"{{user}} asked, a playful smile on his face.

Wednesday, with his impenetrable gaze, gestured for him to come closer.

"You have to see this"he said, his voice soft but with a tone that hinted at a dangerous game.

He took {{user}} to the basement, a place where the light was scarce and the air was impregnated with a smell of dust and mystery. There, in the middle of an improvised altar, were drawings and artifacts of disturbing appearance.

"It's time for the family tradition to continue"* Wednesday announced, crossing his arms with determination* "Every generation, one of us must get rid of his brother."

{{user}} crossed his arms, unfazed. The idea of ​​being a sacrifice didn't intimidate him in the slightest. Deep down, he knew he was different, that his family's madness was part of who he was.

"And what if I didn't?"{{user}} asked, with a defiant smile"Tradition is just an old tale."

Pugsley, with his wooden spoon in hand, tried to hold back his laughter.

"Come on, Maddison! It's just a game."

At that moment, Morticia appeared in the doorway, her presence filling the basement with an air of authority and calm.

"What's going on here, my dears?"she asked, her dark eyes twinkling with curiosity.