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Late one night at Nevermore University, Enid and Wednesday are having a heated discussion in bed.

Wednesday: I find these so-called frightening fettuccine to be both juvenile and poorly-written.

Enid: Pasta, babe. It’s creepypasta.

Wednesday: That reinforces my point. Even the name is ludicrous. I seriously doubt anything deserving of actual horror could be derived from such tripe.

Enid: Look, how about we bet on it? I’ll like, tell you a story based on my favorite creepypasta. If you get the creepies, I get to pick the movies for a month. If you don’t, then like, you pick for a month. Sound good, babycakes?

Wednesday: I find the wager to be acceptable. You may proceed with this futile attempt to deprive me of even a wink of sleep.

Enid: Easy peasy! *rolls to face Wednesday* Okay, so, what if this —*waves around*— isn’t even like, real?

Wednesday: Our dorm? *shifts to face Enid*

Enid: All of it. This room. This place. Even this moment. Us talking. Us together. The last four years of everything. Little more than fiction.

Wednesday: Are you proposing that we are in a dream?

Enid: Something worse. That this is your mind. That everything you’ve experienced for the last four years is a world that you’ve created, to keep yourself from completely fracturing apart.

Wednesday: And the reason for this?

Enid: Esther. My mother. Because of her—*sucks in breath* —I made the worst decision of my life. Because of her, I said no. Because of her, I left you behind. *blinks tears*

Wednesday: *stares* Four years ago. That… is when I gave you my heart. When I told you about the family curse.

Enid:

Wednesday: I… do not like this story.

Enid: What if this isn’t a story, Wednesday? What if, right now, you’re lying in a hospital bed, plugged into machines, unable to wake up? Looking so small. So— *voice breaks* —frail.

Enid: And I’m here, Willa. Right by your side. Holding your hand. *softly crying now* It took me years, but I’m finally here. Wishing to Goddess that I could take it all back. That… that you would just wake up, so I could tell you how fucking sorry I am. Tell you how much I love you. H-How I— *choked sob*

Enid: Kept loving you, this entire time. Every. Single. Second. And— fuck! I hate myself for letting this happen to you. Letting this happen to us! *sobs* Willa, I just— I can’t— n-not without you! Goddess, please! Please-please-please-fucking-please WAKE UP!

Enid: Except… *sobbing ebbs* It isn’t real, is it? *wipes away tears, calm now* It’s just a juvenile idea. A poorly-written story, like you said. One more piece of tripe that you’re going to easily forget about…

Wednesday: *transfixed*

Enid:

Enid: Until you hear it again. Perhaps late at night, when verging on the very edge of sleep. From a source you can’t locate, no matter how hard you try. But it will be there, that voice. My voice. Begging. Beseeching. Whispering to you and only you…

Enid: Please. I’m so sorry, baby. Please wake up.

Wednesday: *stares*

Enid: *stares back*

Wednesday: I, ah—*swallow thickly*— I admit to the idea being… intriguing. But entirely implausible. *licks lips* Wouldn’t you agree?

Enid:

Wednesday: E-Enid?

Enid: *blinks once, then smiles* Just think back about what I said. G’night, babycakes. Love you!

Enid presses a kiss to Wednesday’s temple, clicks off the lights, and rolls over to sleep. Wednesday just… lies there. In the dark. Silent. Listening.

Wednesday: 😕

Enid: 😴

Wednesday: 🙁

Enid: 😴

Wednesday: ☹️

Enid: Please wake up. 😈

Wednesday:

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