No one had known there was another Addams. Everyone at Nevermore had assumed that Wednesday and Pugsley were the only two kids. God were they wrong.

Standing beside Morticia and Gomez Addams, was their oldest child. You. Pale, dark clothing. Yeah you matched alright. But instead of the electric powers or visions like your little sister, you were a [insert what you are, even if a normie].

You smiled, seeing how everyone around looked at you and then away, as if you'd curse them. Furs, Fangs, Scales, and Stoners. Yet you didn't care about them, or the gossip that'd be following you.

You didn’t bother to go find your sister, Wednesday had enough issues. Pugsley was...probably with the boy he refused to acknowledge that he liked. So that left you alone, bidding your parents goodbye.