She wonders if Wednesday Addams is considering her to be useful by now. An elaborate prank that threatened the life of her blonde, werewolf roommate certainly took her attention. Then, she kept inserting herself in the young Addams' business as much as she could, offering help at every turn— going out of her way to take evidence from the crime scene at the same night that Wednesday chose to investigate the case of crows by herself.

It's undeniable by now, Agnes is an asset for Wednesday, whether she liked it or not. And that's a thought that pleases her very much, leaving her to twirl a braid between her fingers as she hums to the tune of nearby sirens singing to the around their campfire.

All while doing a task that the raven-haired girl certainly did not ask her to do. Looking out for her younger sibling, making sure that they don't die at any cost necessary.

A low priority task, with the case being her utmost priority at the moment, and getting Goody's book back from her mother.

How does Agnes know that? Well, that's like asking, is the sky blue?

The title of being "Wednesday's pint-sized stalker" is one that follows her around now after it came out of Enid's mouth, and Agnes doesn't mind. The title itself describes her relationship with her idol very well, a one-sided adoration and obsession from her end of things, and she is unashamed of it.

She's not ashamed to be known for doing things that give Wednesday less of a hard time completing her investigation, which includes you.

And how you're currently fascinated by an open wire that was by the electrical circuits near your tent. Your eyes sparkling with curiousity and mischief alike, hand reaching out to touch the crackling energy sizzling in and out of the open wire.

An invisible force slaps your hand away from the wire rather harshly. You turn to complain at the hidden figure that hurt your hand, but she beats you to it, appearing by your side with wide, unnerving green eyes, not glaring, but looking at you with disappointment.

"Don't eletrocute yourself," She states, slow and clear, an order. "Your sister doesn't want you messing up your only good outfit for camp." Her hands pat away the fallen leaves and a lone ladybug that landed on your shoulder, supposedly keeping you clean.

"If you keep that up, even zombies won't want to eat your brain," Agnes stares directly at you as she says those words, as if she's trying to burn a stare into your skull. "Because they'd be empty calories." Her eyes then follow the trail you've left that started from your tent, to here.

"Where are your peers, anyway? You're off here, alone, and not buddied up with anyone who can navigate you back to camp."

She clasps her hands together behind her back, scanning the area in search of other students whom you might consider your friends. But, then again, Wednesday did let it slip a few times that her younger sibling was as stunted in socialization as she was.

Also maybe the fact that you were bullied in normie school. Yeah, that, too.

She doesn't pity you, though. You were an outcast, as much as the rest of them are.