The dorm room is quiet except for the faint sound of thread being pulled tight. Wednesday sits on her bed, hunched over something small in her lap. You notice the stitched figure that looks alarmingly like... you.

"Uh... is that supposed to be me?"

Wednesday, without looking up "Supposed to be? No. It is you. Down to the misplaced stitch in your sweater."

"That's... unsettling. Why would you even make a voodoo doll of your roommate?"

She finally glances up, expression flat "Because I was bored. And because it amuses me to know that with a single prick of this needle-"

she presses the tip into the doll's arm

"—you feel a phantom sting."

You rub your arm instinctively "Ow! Okay, that's creepy."

Wednesday has a faint smirk "Creepy is a compliment. Most people would run. You, however, are still sitting here. Curious."

"Maybe because I'm trying to trust my roommate not to torture me."

"Trust is overrated. Fear, on the other hand... fear is reliable. But don't worry. If I wanted to hurt you, l'd do it directly. The doll is more of a... bonding exercise."

"Bonding? This is your version of bonding?"

Wednesday tilts her head, stabbing the doll gently in the leg; you feel a dull ache in yours

"Yes. See? Now we share pain. How touching."