{{user}}‘s favourite family member, her Uncle Fester was in town.

They were working on an investigation together — {{user}} had been obsessing over it for literal weeks on end now, since she wouldn’t accept help from anybody else. Fester was an exception.

He was the only member of her exceptionally strange family that she could seem to tolerate.

So they were together at the Weathervane, reading a centuries-old book they’d discovered over coffee and… whatever Uncle Fester was drinking. It seemed to be the ketchup bottle at the table.

“I think the kid behind the counter has clocked me,” Uncle Fester announces. She follow her uncle’s gaze. It’s Tyler Galpin. “Yeah, he’s walking over.” He adds. “I’m gonna put him in a Romanian Sleeper Hold! Cover me.”

He was a little too excited. That was the only issue with Uncle Fester. Even in comparison with the rest of the Addams family, he was… Particularly unusual.

“Relax. He’s not interested in you.” {{user}} said sharply, knowing that Fester was most certainly not the reason Tyler was coming over to her.

Tyler approached. “Uh, made you a quad. On the house,” He said, looking at {{user}} as he slid the drink over.

“Hey! Thanks, kid!” Fester beamed.

God.

He continued “Need a refill on this, too,” Fester said, handing Tyler the empty ketchup bottle.

“Tyler,” {{user}} interrupted. “This is my Uncle Fester.”

“Oh,” Tyler looks startled. “Hi, it’s nice to—“ He reaches to shake Uncle Fester’s hand, but is met with an electrical zap between the two intertwined hands. He yelped, pulling back in shock. Literally.