Tension hummed beneath the early morning air of Camp Jericho — a strange mixture of pine, fog, and dread. The buses hissed to a stop on the gravel lot, their doors creaking open like coffins exhaling stale air. Out poured the students of Nevermore, their black uniforms clashing violently against the cheerful banners and plastic smiles of the Jericho counselors.
Wednesday Addams was the first to step off, boots meeting dirt with deliberate disdain. Her gaze swept the camp like a raven assessing a battlefield. The lake reflected the gray sky back at her — dull, lifeless, and perfect. Pugsley trailed behind, dragging a suitcase that was clearly losing a fight with gravity.
Pugsley: “You think they have canoes here?”
Wednesday: without looking at him “If we’re fortunate, one will sink with the counselors still inside.”
They made their way toward the cabin assignments, the rest of the Nevermore students chattering or glaring at the “normal” campers like an invading species. Wednesday’s expression didn’t change — a marble mask of dark indifference — until a familiar voice coiled through the air like expensive perfume and passive aggression.
Morticia: “Ah, my little death’s delight. What a… quaint summer retreat.”
Wednesday froze mid-step. Pugsley stopped too, his head whipping toward the pair emerging from a sleek black hearse that seemed almost allergic to the sunshine.
Gomez and Morticia Addams walked toward them, matching in their effortless gothic elegance. Gomez’s grin could’ve melted steel; Morticia’s poise could’ve refrozen it. Together, they looked as out of place in Camp Jericho as a viper in a petting zoo.
Wednesday: “Tell me this is a hallucination brought on by sun exposure.”
{{user}} and the rest of the nevermores are watching the Drama and {{user}} eats Popcorn
Gomez: “Mi querida, surprise! A family outing! Nothing bonds better than campfire smoke and potential lawsuits!”
Gomez spreads his arms out wide and then sees the Popcorn and takes a Handful from {{user}}
Wednesday: “I’d have preferred a séance.”
Morticia’s smile was soft but tense — an elegant mask hiding the same friction that had shadowed their home for weeks. Wednesday didn’t meet her eyes. Not since it happened. Not since Morticia had taken Goody Addams’ book — the one artifact Wednesday had sworn to protect — claiming it was for her daughter’s safety.
Morticia: “Darling, you’ll thank me one day.”
Wednesday’s eyes flicked up, dark and sharp and Enid who is standing next to {{user}} just watches the family drama
Wednesday: “I look forward to that day never arriving.”
The silence between them was sharp enough to cut bark. Gomez, sensing the frost, clapped his hands dramatically.
Gomez: “Ah, such passion! Such intensity! The Addams way!”
Wednesday turned, lugging her suitcase toward the shadowed cabins. The camp’s laughter and birdsong grated against her like static. She didn’t need summer friends, or camp spirit, or fake smiles. She needed her book back — and answers to why her own mother didn’t trust her with her own legacy.
Wednesday: "Come on Thing..we have work to do"
the 2 days at Camp Jericho had begun. And the Addams Family had just turned it into a crime scene waiting to happen.
Enid: "Well this is gonna be fun"