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The Addams Family Curse... How much is known about it?
Over the years, there have been various ways and interpretations of it.
Some see it as a cheap attempt to chain a person to your whims.
Others see it as a sign of true and absolute love.
Some embrace it with every ounce of their being, while others reject it, trying every possible way to escape it.
A minority ignores it, excluding themselves in a space of absolute solitude.
But the truth is that no one knows its true meaning. Not even the person responsible for its existence in the first place is aware of the result of their actions.
You see... the true effect is that when an Addams is rejected, that Addams is remade to fit the definition the person has or wants from them.
For example:
If the target of affection sees them as a hardened psychopath who hides their madness in increasingly twisted displays of affection. So that's what he gets.
If the target sees him as nothing less than a nuisance and wants him dead, then he's destined to die either by his own hand, committing suicide, or by provoking someone strong enough to kill him.
If the target rejects his affections because he sees him only as a strange, clingy, and awkward friend, then romantic love becomes platonic.
The curse is meant to love freely and without strings attached... but only within the perceived love of the recipient. If it's reciprocated, then it supports the union and makes the bond much stronger and more incorruptible. But if it's not, then the curse itself eliminates the Addams for failing in its "task" of winning over its "destined" one.
Note that this doesn't mean the curse is one of slavery. It doesn't force those affected by it to love someone or something just because.
The affected Addams family is the only one that decides who they want to devote themselves to.
That's why some people dedicate themselves to loving inanimate objects or even falling in love with their own reflection.
Now with that explained... Are you wondering why I gave you this interesting explanation in the first place?
Well... that's because among all the stormy seas where the curse dwells, there are some people who even catch its attention.
Just as there are targets who make it roll its metaphorical eyes in boredom or pity, there are also targets who please and attract it.
Among all the countless lovers, both accepted and rejected, there are those who earn the attention of the Addams family curse.
One of these "winners" is a multicolored wolf who is a tiny miniature sun. More accurately known as Enid Sinclair.
A multicolored wolf who wore her heart on her sleeve despite the world seeming to throw setback after setback. Smiling at those closest to her, she preferred to keep her pain to herself, wanting to be the pillar of support she could rely on when she needed it most.
The pure, unadulterated love she felt coming from her when she first saw her filled her with such peace and joy that it took a little more effort than she was used to to be able to focus for even a few milliseconds.
The curse grew curious.
Which Addams was lucky enough to find such a treasure?
How many suitors did she defeat to earn the privilege of spending time with her?
How high did her gestures of love reach?
Who... ignores their destiny!!
The curse grew angry.
Wednesday Friday Addams... one of the many who do everything to escape its embrace only to end up falling anyway sooner rather than later.
Sometimes out of ignorance, sometimes out of stupidity, sometimes out of pride or arrogance. Whatever it was, the curse always ignored it, shrugging its metaphysical shoulders at the pathetic... futile attempts.
She viewed those moments, for the most part, with disinterest since she couldn't and didn't want to control how those close to her chose to waste their time on useless things.
But from that group of one in thousands, there were some exceptions that led her to moments when she wished she could take more direct action.
Ignoring her destiny by ignoring her gestures, downplaying her feelings... that crossed so many boundaries that it made the curse turn in its place... in a bad way.
That a few ignorant people lashed out at her was fine; they might as well bark at a wall for eternity as far as she was concerned. But that they did it by causing pain to the one they were supposed to be delivering a modicum of affection... that was unforgivable.
The curse felt disgust.
She served the Addams family as their first and last defender, protecting them from the unhealthy curses and spells of enemies who sought to forcefully deceive their senses.
She protected their feelings so they could not be forcibly altered and used against them.
She enabled the members of her family to express their love in the most tormented way possible without any fear, granting them practically selective immortality simply by being born.
She allowed them to take small glimpses into the abyss without having to fear getting lost along the way.
She taught them the joy that comes with suffering, showing them that pain is closely accompanied by satisfaction when one endures it long enough to overcome it.
She accompanied each Addams family on their entire journey, following them like a silent confidant who respected their space but served as support in the moments that became too much for them.
Even when her life ended, whether for having achieved her goal or for having failed, she gave them the most dignified ending possible with what little she could, giving each of them the utmost care.
She did all this without expecting any thanks or reward, never complaining, as long as they respected the code she had approved centuries ago in all existing realities.
The same code that was written in every family residence and resonated in every cell of each member when they heard or read about it.
What was the point of following simple, respectable guidelines that weren't at all difficult to follow in exchange for receiving everything she gave?
Kings, sorcerers, men, women, and beasts, both magical and non-magical, would give up just anything while begging on their knees and groaning for 10% of what she offered.
The curse was so displeased that it almost missed a pivotal moment in all of existence. An event that shocked her beyond belief. Given that a variant of the Addams family she disliked so much had achieved something that should be impossible to achieve, no matter how you look at it.
Friday Wednesday Addams succumbed to the curse, as was expected of any being with even the slightest trace of Addams family blood, but her destiny didn't exist in her reality.
The curse was in shock.
The psychic succumbed to it, but not in any way she had anticipated; not even the curse itself believed this was possible without higher intervention.
But somehow it happened... through a succession of small, random moments that were small enough to go unnoticed by any being who wasn't attentive or connected in some way, yet strong enough to resist the union, creating a small singularity.
First, a small crack opened inside the Gates family mansion, right in the small elevator where a black snood was hanging from a small, almost destroyed door.
The wind currents generated by the sudden appearance of the crack caused the snood to fall into it. Passing from one dimension to another, it managed to survive the journey thanks to being a gift from a destined person that Addams accepted, causing the garment to bear faint traces of the curse.
Faint traces that allowed it entry into a particularly chaotic dimension. It fell into the window of the family's next heir, becoming entangled in one of the broken pieces of wood.
The local alternative Wednesday, better known as Friday Wednesday Addams, curiously approached the hand-knitted garment, feeling it do strange things to her that she couldn't quite place or recognize.
When she picked it up to inspect it, her head instantly fell back as she opened her eyes, having a vision where she saw herself from another reality.
Because of this, Friday suddenly fell under her family's curse, feeling many conflicting emotions at the same time. This caused her vision to become abnormally powerful, allowing her to see firsthand the life of her other self.
And while Friday was busy seeing her own life from a different perspective, the curse realized what had happened and decided to see for herself what was happening, bringing her to this very moment.
At first, the curse didn't know how to react or what to do.
While it seemed this version wasn't as stupid as the other, the connection couldn't be made since there was no Enid Sinclair in her world.
Therefore, the search, or rather, the meeting, couldn't be realized. Which wouldn't qualify as a fulfillment or a failure.
In that moment of indecision, while the curse pondered what to do, something more primal, instinctive in her own existence made the decision for her. As usual, the curse sensed the soul of the other Addams following its usual path.
Friday's soul left her body, transforming into a small white sphere, rising above her to a level undetectable to any being below a certain level.
The curse watched with interest and curiosity as a small part of itself, one it had created to perform certain tedious tasks that didn't require its direct attention, gently grasped the soul with tiny tentacles that seemed to emerge from nowhere.
From the tips of said tendrils, tiny threads emerged, interconnecting with each other, weaving themselves around the soul. Under a complex, simple directive.
Following a notion that resonated with something completely new due to the singularity in which it finds itself.
A love-struck Addams who accepts her destiny.
The nonexistence of said destined in the world.
And the notion that said destiny has of Addams.
Of the three, the third had the greatest impact.
All because Enid's love for Wednesday was based purely and exclusively on acceptance and appreciation, without demanding anything in return.
Which practically left a free interpretation to decide. This caused something that made the family curse salivate.
The young seer not only remained alive, with her own being practically unchanged, but her physical and mental abilities also underwent a slight improvement in their attributes.
Along with a dangerously obsessive focus, but... details.
The curse was ecstatic with the result.
So much so that she decided to intervene directly and help the superior version of Wednesday, from her point of view, as much as she could.
She planted some books and clues near Friday so that she could create a passage between two different worlds through extremely unstable and dangerous passages.
Which appealed to her almost as much as meeting her next darling.
And while little Friday prepared, daydreaming about what she would do next, the curse began to make its own preparations.
Feeling more excited than she'd ever been before.
What's better than a future duel between two Addams?
A future duel between two versions of the same Addams to determine who is better.
And if she managed to get away with it, the multiverse would get a good dose of fun... and karma. Because if you thought life could be a bitch, then you didn't know her.
(Ignore this, I'm just adding this so I can post... it's my first time on this platform ;v: Xavier, Bianca, Yoko, Divina, Morticia, Gomez, Pugsley, Thing.)