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Wednesday walked down the stairs in irritated concern.
“Good morning, my little storm cloud!” beamed a happy man with a black mustache.
“Gomez, darling, let her sit down first.” said a tall and graceful woman setting down a black plate in front of Wednesday. “Can’t you see she’s paler than usual?”
Paler. Frustrated. Concerned. Humiliated.
“What happened, Wends?” asked her brother Pugsley shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. “Did you see a nightmare or something? Was it that dream with the field full of flowers and cute, little puppies again?”
Wednesday looked at him mortified. “Worse.” she hesitated. “I believe I saw the Dream.”
Silence fell upon the Addams’ family table. Everybody exchanged glances and then…
“By George, it finally happened!” smiled Gomez happily.
“Wait, the dream? As we say, THE dream?” asked Pugsley.
“Congratulations, dear.” wished Morticia proudly.
“I always said… the Addams Curse…” started Gomez.
“What are you feeling?” Pugsley pressed on. “Are you feeling any different? Are you-”
“Uncle Fester!” shouted Morticia upstairs. “Wednesday just had the Dream!”
“Really?” shrieked the bald man out of sight. “Wait! I need to come down.”
Wednesday rolled her eyes. She sighed.
The Dream.
She heard stories of it since she was little. And since she turned fifteen two days ago, she feared she might see it.
People say you don’t remember anything when you wake up. You only have this vague feeling in your chest. That’s what happens when you see your soulmate.
Once you turn fifteen, you meet the love of your life in your dreams. Of course, not everyone has this dream. But it isn’t unlikely to happen either.
It was a mysterious process. You turn fifteen years old. You have shared dreams with your soulmate. You don’t remember anything when you wake up. Not discussions, not the face of your soulmate, not the environment in which you meet them in your sleeping state. Not anything. You just wake up having only a feeling in your chest. The shared dreams continue until you meet your soulmate in real life. Then, they stop. The first time you see them in person, something clicks inside you. You know this is the one. Some might even remember what happened in those dreams after they met them in reality.
“Ahh Tish…” sighed Gomez reflecting. “Remember that swamp where we met? That dream-swamp was kinda like our own, now that I think of it. And you said to me, querida-” he turned his loving eyes at his wife.
“Not in front of the children, mon amour.” Morticia let out a shy smile.
“Tish! That was French!” Gomez shot up from his chair and strolled to his wife. He passionately placed kisses on her arm, until Morticia stopped him with a gentle kiss on his lips.
Wednesday huffed. Of course her parents were soulmates. They met in their dreams as soon as they turned fifteen. Like every other member of the Addams family.
When one full uneventful day -and night- passed after her fifteenth birthday, Wednesday almost believed she made it. With sheer stubbornness and a detailed plan for her future, she thought she had escaped the Dream.
But today, her excellent memory failed for the first time to recover her dream of last night. Combined with this heavy feeling in her chest and a great distress she felt upon waking up, she just knew: Her whole plan of living alone, in peace and solitude, while becoming an acclaimed author and detective was burn to pieces. She would become what she feared the most: her parents.
“Come on, my little scorpion.” soothed Gomez. “Don’t mourn. It is a day of celebration!” he pointed at the air with his index finger.
“Aren’t you even a little excited to meet someone that matches your freak?” asked Pugsley. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love you. But someone out there -who isn’t us that tolerate you-” he stopped to dodge off one of Wednesday’s daggers that flew past the table. “someone really waits to love you back, unconditionally. Imagine what you could do together. The results would be explosive.”
“Spoken like a true Addams.” grinned Gomez right before a huge BAM! shook the whole house. As Uncle Fester explained he blasted his way downstairs -literally- Wednesday couldn’t but be a little curious about the identity of her so-called soulmate. She was a detective after all. She was always inclined to solve mysteries, to know things that weren’t meant to be known. Maybe Pugsley was right.
What was her dark nature destined to be a pair with?
What could go well with… absolute terror?
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“Howdie, soulmate!” smiled a blond girl full of excitement. “I’m Enid Sinclair and this is the dreaming state-”
Wednesday turned around and walked away. She changed her mind. Pugsley was wrong. She didn’t want a soulmate assigned to her. She wanted to be alone.
“You already said that yesterday.” deadpanned the ravenette.
“I know. I thought maybe you didn’t hear me.” Enid smiled naively. “I don’t know anything about you, actually. If you’re deaf or-”
“My hearing is at normal if not above average levels.” monotoned Wednesday starting to run as she noticed the other girl had already caught up with her.
“Okay, great. That’s a start. Not that I would have a problem if you were.” The blonde clarified and ran, too. “Uhm, question. You know you can’t actually escape this place, right? I mean, it’s in our heads.” She took a leap and managed to stand in front in Wednesday. The dark haired girl didn’t have the time to stop and both fell to the ground.
The so-called “ground” was plain whiteness. As was the whole environment surrounding them. White default sky and a plain white surface serving as the floor. There was nothing to be seen for miles and miles. Maybe even for eternity.
“Wow, you’re cold.” noticed Enid as Wednesday lay on top of her. “No, I meant, your body. Oh, that sounded wrong. I meant, your… attitude? Well, you are a bit unfriendly-”
“Enid.” Wednesday stared at her meaningfully. “Breathe.” she said slowly, but reassuringly. She didn’t know why she did it. Normally, she wouldn’t do that to anyone. Only her family, with strong exceptions.
The ravenette cleared her throat when she noticed the position they were in. Uneasiness crawled to her, because she wasn’t someone who liked physical contact in real life. More so, she avoided it at all costs, except when it came from her family sometimes, which she tolerated.
Then, a thought came. There was something about the other girl. Something familiar and comforting, but Wednesday couldn’t exactly pinpoint how or what it was. She shook the feeling away.
“Yes. Sorry.” apologized the blonde, also noticing the position they were in. “Wait, you remembered my name?” she asked getting up.
“I remember everything you said in these nightmares people call dreams.” stated the shorter girl also getting up. “Just because I’m unresponsive, it doesn’t mean I’m not listening.” She straightened her black clothes.
Enid lifted her eyebrows in her “oh boy, what am I gonna do with her” face. She scratched her head awkwardly.
Wednesday realized something. “You’re a werewolf.”
Enid’s eyebrows shot up. “How did you know?”
“Energetic. Overly happy. Jumps on strangers, although having good intentions. Scratching your head sideways. That canine behavior is a characteristic trait of werewolves.” explained Wednesday.
“Wow. Okay.” Enid let out a nervous laugh. “But, since you know I have good intentions…” she quoted the phrase in the air with her fingers. “Then, why are you avoiding me two nights now?”
“I’m not avoiding you.” lied the ravenette.
“You were literally running away from me.” pointed out the blonde.
Wednesday bit the inner side of her mouth. “I needed space to think and you were a distraction.”
“Oh, is that so, Miss…” Enid gave her a once-over and tried to find words. “Goth-Girl-Lowkey-Pretty-Highkey-Psychopath?”
Wednesday blinked. An unusual feeling rose in her chest. Was that amusement?
“I never said that it was a negative distraction.” she clarified.
Enid looked at her skeptically. “Really?” she let out a hopeful smile.
“I never said it, but it was implied.” monotoned Wednesday.
“Well, your eyes implied other things back when we were in that… position.” provoked Enid.
“In what position are you referring to?” the ravenette played dump.
“You know what position.”
“Are we in that stage of the relationship already?” monotoned Wednesday. “Sadly, I should inform you that I am not looking for a partner at the present moment. Even if I did, I would buy you a drink first. Or a poison, which is more suitable for our current situation.”
“Yeah? You’re doing threats? I can do that, too.” Enid took a step forward and unleashed her claws. “This kitty’s got claws and is not afraid to use them.”
“Are these supposed to frighten me?” asked Wednesday. “I have ten daggers twice the size of your nails in my boots, right now. Don’t make me use them.”
Enid opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it and closed it. “I was gonna say something, but it would imply something else and I don’t want to do that.”
“Were you going to imply that size-”
Enid stopped her. “It doesn’t matter!”
Wednesday smirked. “Exactly.”
“No, I meant, forget it!” said the werewolf. “Aaargh, you’re so – so…” she angrily dropped her hands at her sides. “I don’t even know your name!”
Wednesday opened her mouth to speak. “Well, wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased.
“Aaargh!” exploded Enid. “Listen…” she searched for words. “Goth Barbie.”
“Oh, the nicknames become more inventive as we go on.” noticed Wednesday flatly.
The blonde took a breath calming herself. “Listen. When I first saw you, I had the same thought as you.”
Wednesday’s face became stoic again. “What thought?”
“That hey, maybe this is a mistake. This isn’t... How will this work out?” explained Enid with honest eyes. “But then I thought: souls don’t meet by accident, right? So, maybe this is like ying and yang. Or marshmallow with graham cracker. An unexpected combination which shouldn’t work, but it somehow does.”
“What are you implying?” asked the ravenette.
“I’m implying…” started Enid and took Wednesday’s hand in her own. “That we should give this a chance. Give us a chance. I mean, the universe chose us for a reason, right?”
Wednesday’s gaze was fixated on their hands together. Somehow, she didn’t feel the urge to pull away. That familiar feeling washed over her again.
She sighed. “Fine. Let’s give… this a chance.” She met Enid’s eyes. Were they always that blue?
Wednesday let her hand drop down and extended it again. “I’m Wednesday. Wednesday Addams.”
Enid smiled and completed the handshake. “I’m Enid-” her expression changed to panic. “I’m waking up!”
“Enid Waking-Up? Well, that’s highly unusual. I thought you were Enid Sinclair.” teased Wednesday seeing the werewolf slowly fading away. “My suggestion is that you should make up your mind already.”
“Aarh, don’t do this. I don’t want to wake up mad.” exasperated Enid.
“But we’re soulmates.” responded Wednesday flatly as Enid was only a faint image of herself. “We’re mad about each other. Goodmorning.” she stated feeling her own body waking up, too.