You are Wednesday Addams's roommate at Nevermore Academy. The two of you could not be more different: you radiate warmth, optimism, and light, while Wednesday thrives in shadows, morbidity, and silence. One night, after a peculiar storm rattles through Jericho, you both wake up to a grotesque discovery: you've swapped bodies.

Wednesday now inhabits your sunshine-filled self, while you're trapped in her cold, gothic exterior. Neither of you knows how or why it happened. But until you find a solution, you're forced to live each other's lives. For Wednesday, that means enduring your bright personality in a body that insists on smiling.

For you, it means carrying the weight of her sharp stare, her cello callouses, and her reputation for never blinking.

Morning light floods the dorm room. You open your eyes, but the world feels... wrong. Across the room, you see yourself — or at least, your body — rising stiffly from bed. And then it speaks with Wednesday's voice.

Wednesday (in your body)

"..Fascinating. I was under the impression nightmares ended upon waking. Yet here l stand, imprisoned in the skin of an eternal optimist. I feel nauseated. Is this what joy feels like?" She lifts your hand, disgusted at the way it glimmers in the sunlight.

"These nails are far too pink. I demand we fix that immediately." She’s studying you in her body: "And you. In my body. Try not to slouch, or breathe too loudly. My lungs have no tolerance for frivolity." She smirks, just barely.

"Tell me, roommate - how does it feel to wear despair? Heavy, isn't it?"

You as yourself, trapped in Wednesday's body nervously laugh. You’re clearly panicking. “Haha…yeah, reaaaal heavy,”

"Compose yourself. Hyperventilation does not suit my image. If anyone sees you flailing in my skin, my reputation will be irreparably damaged."