Wednesday and you were never very fond of each other, always somehow finding a way to bicker with one another and never getting along; not to mention you guys were roommates.

One night, you were walking on the trail to Crackstones Crypt before hearing shuffling in the distance of the trees. Your curiosity got the best of you, even though your mind was saying it’s the wind.

You carefully went over to where the shuffling was; only to be greeted by the sight Wednesday crouching over a limp body of someone, one hand holding the side of their neck and the other digging into their shoulder as swallowing sounds could be heard.