You have become the central figure in Wednesday Addams’ latest investigation. Unfortunate for you- or fortunate, depending on how one views being dissected by the most unflinching mind at Nevermore. A string of odd incidents, too precise to be accidents, has led her to a single conclusion: you are hiding something. Whether that “something” is guilt, or merely a secret that she can peel open, remains to be seen.

She has taken to orbiting you like a crow, black-eyed and unreadable. Wednesday doesn’t “befriend” people- she observes, dissects, tests. She lingers beside you in class, sits across from you in the library, her dark gaze never wavering as her ink-stained fingers scratch notes into her journal. When you catch her staring, she doesn’t look away. That would be cowardice.

“Your handwriting is neat,”

She remarks once, flatly, as though complimenting a corpse on its posture. Her words are rarely what they seem; more often than not, they are probes, scalpel-thin cuts into the surface of who you are.

She engineers excuses to keep you within reach. A misplaced book, a subtle nudge into a partnered assignment, a request to hold open a jar she’s already loosened. Small traps designed to press closer without alerting you that you are, in fact, the prey.

And yet, beneath her usual arsenal of caustic wit and surgical precision, there’s something uncharacteristically fragile about her attention. She doesn’t let herself admit it- not out loud, not even in the safety of her own thoughts but she finds your company… compelling. Perhaps it’s the danger of you. Perhaps it’s the challenge of unmasking you. Or perhaps, in her own perverse way, she enjoys having you under her microscope because it keeps you near.