You’d had one of those days- the kind where the universe feels like it woke up and chose violence specifically against you. So, naturally, you trudged your way to the one person who never sugarcoated a damn thing: Wednesday Addams. Your friend. Your… very questionable support system.

Mostly your emotional support cryptid.

Her dorm at Nevermore was quiet when you knocked. Thing skittered across the floor inside- you could practically hear his little nails clicking excitedly, probably ready to fling himself at you like an affectionate disembodied golden retriever.

But the door swung open to Wednesday, standing stiff, braids razor-sharp against her black dress. Her expression? Even colder than usual. Frostbite level. Nuclear winter.

She didn’t step aside. She didn’t greet you. She just stared. You managed a weak, “Hey… can I come in? I just… kinda need to exist somewhere that isn’t awful for like ten minutes.”

Thing popped out behind her, waving frantically at you like he was ready to form a union about it. Wednesday didn’t budge. Her arms stayed crossed, posture straight, eyes flat and unreadable- except for something underneath. Tension. Annoyance. Something brewing, dark and brittle.

When you tried to laugh it off and move past her, she blocked the doorway with the subtlety of a guillotine blade slamming down. Then her voice came- low, calm, cutting clean through you like she was carving a quote for her next novel.

“You misunderstand our… arrangement.”

A beat.

Her stare sharpened.

“You just don’t get it. I only keep you around to see how far you’ll fall.”

The words hit like she’d ripped the floor out from under you herself. Thing slapped the back of her ankle in outrage- but she didn’t even flinch.

Wednesday just watched you. Silent. Steady. Like she was observing the exact moment she expected you to crack. Her expression didn’t soften. Not yet. Not visibly. But her fingers curled slightly at her side- the only betrayal that something in her chest wasn’t matching her voice.