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[endermahn]

Alright, ive done it again. I havent slept and instead watched (nearly) she entire scream franchise OUT OF ORDER (5,6,4, half way through 3)

Widening my fan stuff idk what to call it, im not saying anything will happen because i have commitment issues and so itll never happen 💀 but yeah, im not gonna expand on that because itll put me off and give me writers block AGAIN.

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Writer’s block is kicking my ass real bad

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Hey guys 🤭😘😘

I havent slept and instead watched Xo Kitty, uhm so ima write some random stuff for that, wednesday will be getting a page since im multi fandom,

Im also a multishipper so if you have requests for any ships then dont be afraid to ask (unless its an illegal ship, then be very afraid to ask)

Running a bit behind on the Wednesday chapter because I need to figure out a way to establish Ajax as a human so it feels worse killing him while also killing him off.

(Or my idea will change, so dont use this as a spoiler thing)

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SMALL BOXING AU WENCLAIR.

Oh my god writers block for fhe IFHY series is beating my ass rn bc i lost my reference.

(Still expect a new chapter, just expect if sunday night or monday early early morning like 1am or something my time/my country time.)

So have a little Wednesday Boxer Au where shes selective mute 👍

Idk how to start it…

TRIGGER WARNINGS: none really, some violence but its VERY minor, just like “She knocks them out!” Stuff like that, saving all my detail for the series. Oo theres some mention of blood though. VERY BREIF mention of needle?

This is unchecked over, like all my other work.

No specific music, dont stop believing started playing though, so maybe its a sign?

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Wednesday stepped into the changing room and got dressed quite quickly.

Her match was up in 3 others.

She was used to the weighted feeling in her stomach, the feeling that tingled up her spine and left through her arms, sometimes creeping up her neck to give her an involuntary twitch to be rid of it.

The ravenette quite enjoyed it, though. The horrible feeling it gave quite euphoric, making her feel even more weightless than usual.

Untouchable.

She heard the first match end, with that the feeling grew, attempting to escape out of her mouth.

The soft, droning chatter kept her grounded, the talk of who was next, people trying to see their opponent early or just having general conversations as if they weren’t about to knock each other out a moment later.

Thing tapped softly on her thigh, and with that she looked down.

Her eyebrows questioned his actions and he signed to her

“I found your opponent.”

And with that the second match was over, cheering, clanking and over all screaming could be heard from practically miles away.

She signed back

“Where are they?”

“Follow me.”

Wednesday got up, leaving the space with her bag and water bottle behind.

After quite the short walk, she spots the character thing was describing on the way over.

Blonde, the bottoms being dyed opposing colours.

Fangs being exposed while she was laughing, intimidatingly needle like.

“This her?” Wednesday’s hand started signing, making quite klunky sounds on the table next to her.

However, she didn’t get to finish as her opponent noticed her.

She turned around and happily skipped toward.

Wednesday’s eyes were glued to her, skeptically eyeing her and checking her out to see how she could beat her.

“Hey!” She shouted out “Are you my opponent? My friends pointed you out to me a second ago!” The blonde chuckled, huffing out air. “Im Enid, pleasure to meet you. And to fight you, of course.”

The raven like girl backed up a bit, slightly frowning at such a bubbly girl.

Her hand didn’t hesitate or leave a beat to pass as she signed:

“Yes, I am your opponent. My name is Wednesday. It is a pleasure to fight you. Thing told me about you.” She struggled a bit with the last parts, not being sure how it were to translate properly.

“Ohh” Enid’s eyes were struck with realisation. “Okay I get you, Its really nice to meet you, Wednesday! And hello, thing” Her eyes calmed a bit as she said the other girl’s name, her shoulders slightly relaxing.

Thing waved to Enid happily.

“It really is nice to meet you, sometimes I go into the ring not knowing the opponent and the look in their eye kinda scares me” The taller girl huffs put happily now.

Wednesday signed quickly, now more knowing of Enid’s abilities of reading sign. “Personally I find their look of pure murder relaxing, it makes me become much more relaxed when I see that break down as they run out of stamina.”

“Ah, well its a selective likeness, I suppo-“ The bell rings out and another floor of cheering fills the gaps in the air.

“We’re on.”

“We are. Well it was nice speaking to you, and just so you aren’t disappointed, be aware my flame definitely isnt going to be put out.” Enid smiled at this, giving the other girl a wink, then she walks out and to her side.

Thing signs on the remaining girl’s shoulder.

“I like her”

Nothing could tear Wednesday’s eyes from Enid Sinclair.

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Small hc(/cannon?) details for IFHY!

(Has little bracket things where wrong behaviour might not be obvious so ive pointed it out 👍)

An: Heres something smallish bc the next chapter is a BIGGG project to work on, so its gonna take me a while. So im giving you these to “take the edge off” while I work.

QUICK WARNING: I DO NOT in any shape or form encourage this behaviour, if you genuinely feel this way for someone and think this is a healthy way to outlet it (acting like the original fanfic) seek help theres lots of help lines, or if you go to a hospital and say you think you need help then theyll give you the help you need. THIS IS NOT HEALTHY FOR YOU OR THEM.

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☼ Couldn’t care less about class anymore, still gets straight A+’s and doesn’t really care if she didn’t get those grades either since she literally tried to kill someone at the start of the series, no jobs want her. Enid dont want her either. (Fish want me, women fear me)

☾ She talks to the moon about Enid and tries bargaining with her to let them be friends again (Wednesday is insane. The moon does not allow them back together)

☼ Thing is so sick of her 💀 I KNOW HE IS.

T: “I miss Enid..”

W (acting like a mother who’s husband just abandoned the family): “I know, hon, so do i..”

☾ SHE WOULD NOT LEAVE YOKO ALONE.

“Yok-“

“Wednesday she isnt here.”

“I hear her.”

“Wednesday, leave”

“Yoko-“

(Door slams for the 13th time that week)

☼ Wednesday is either doberman or german Shepard energy. She would hear Enid’s name and her head would turn wherever its said. Since Enid runs the Nevermore gossip account you can guess how that goes

“Enid.. enid.. enid ENID.”

W: “Where? what? Hm? Oh.”

☾ NEVER goes on Enid’s side of the room. Keeps it pristine because she convinced herself “Shes coming home soon…” so she wants to keep it the exact same

☼ Has a weird as board of dedicated to Enid like some kind of shrine, her investigation is on the back but some of the pictures are under Enid’s because she doesn’t really care about it anymore. (I know it sounds crazy, but she literally is crazy, so)

☾ Whenever someone walks in she switches which side the board is on and pretends to be interested in the dismembered body parts to make them go away.

(by someone i mean a teacher bc that girl has 0 friends other than Enid who left her for a very good reason and forgave her WAY TO QUICK)

Thornhill: “Wednesday!- Is this a good time?”

W: “…”

T: okay? Ill come back later…”

☼ Constantly gets thing to follow Enid or does it herself to find out when shes alone so she can try to win her back. Baby girl is sick of it so just drags Ajax everywhere with her.

(also shes a stalker who literally plans/ed to kill someone for her, which is disgusting)

☾ Wednesday has TABBBSSSS on her blog. She posted 1 second ago?

Its automatic to her printer and is straight on her board as soon as she gets home.

She is the FIRST person to see the blog (only thing she uses her phone for.) and had notifications on so she makes sure shes the first.

Never likes them though.

☼ Once, she did like a post while trying to work pit how to set up the automatic printer thing (In the end she got Tyler to do it) and her face literally sink in and she had to pretend thing was using he phone and cane up with a whole alibi.

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IFHY!

Part 1 | Part 2 | part 3 | part 4 (not made)

Plot: Wenclair fic but Wednesday and Enid don’t make up ep 8 and Wednesday goes insane after that scene.

IDEA FROM AN EDIT BY “emmamyerswife1” ON TT

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mention of Blood, Knives, detailed-ish Description of death, Major character death, OOC Wednesday, slightly out of character Enid(??), LOTS OF SWEARING! Co-dependancy basically, Wednesday is a psychopath Wednesday with psychopathic tendencies.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT encourage this behaviour, it’s just a fic, if you do feel like this, I urge you to seek help, it ISNT a healthy coping mechanism and can hurt you and who you feel this way for!

An: Xavier doesn’t exist in this fic because of the actor’s actions. His studio is just left untouched and empty, so is his dorm 👍 ALSO, PLEASE DONT BRING UP REPEATED JOKES IF THERE ARE ANY, I WROTE THIS ACROSS A COUPLE OF DAYS AND TELL HORRIBLE DAD JOKES 💀 BEAR WITH ME, OKAY

IFHY - Tyler the creator.

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8 days after the fight, 11:30pm

She was hyper aware of every move she made, every thing she left and every mark she made. And thats why she had prepared for this, cleaning products, anything to hide what was about to happen.

She was also hyper aware he could hear her, that whatever she said would be taken with the heaviest of weights.

“I wonder if it would be easier to just break you in stone form” she mused. “Or are you not fully stone?” She let a smirk grace her face, just this once.

Wednesday stands up and travels to her backpack, searching it for a very specific item again.

She had a total of 4 hours until he would turn back. That gave her plenty of time to decide which one of her malicious plans would be the true winner.

Of course she had prepared a base plan, first, incase she couldn’t decide fast enough to put either plan into motion. But she wouldn’t be needing it.

“Hm.. These will do.” She stood up. Double latex gloves that she had altered to have much better grip. Even though the suit had glove-like fabric, she didn’t want to chance anything tonight.

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00:00am. 3 hours, 30 minutes until he turns back.

After quite the while of cleaning, adjusting, editing, Wednesday had done it, cleaned her tracks, her marks, her boot stains. Even though they were new and they were going to be thrown away, its still better than having them discovered and checked.

“Time to get up.” She walks over to the mound of stone and grabs him by his underarms.

Then, with a little strain, she picks him up and places him on the cold, tile floor. Puts her bag on.

Despite her height the raven haired girl’s strength was unmatched. she then picks him up horizontally.

“No mountain will get between me and Enid. No matter how annoying.”

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The woods, abandoned studio. 2 hours, 43 left until unstone-ment. (2:43am.)

“We have arrived. Arent you just delighted?” She revelled in the silence that came after. The voice changer just made this all the better, she sounded so skin crawling, anyway. The voice changer amplified the fear factor.

Maybe they’ll make a movie about her.

The door was kicked open, the lock that stayed firmly on one side of the door, not locking it just yet, clanked noisily. But did it really matter? Who was going to hear?

Certainly not the birds, Wednesday had made friends, and birds do have a wonderful memory. They would pass on the message to vouch for her, to interfere with anyone who did her wrong in the view of one of them.

The birds reminded Wednesday of herself, how if anyone even looked at Enid the wrong way how she would disadvantage them in a small way or another. You muttered something about the wolf? Suddenly your homework had disappeared that was due next period, even though you checked your pocket two seconds ago.

“He.” was seated uncomfortably in a wooden, electric chair like, chair.

“I have waited for this for so long, you would never begin to understand how much this will satisfy me, how your death is a sacrifice to a better cause, something much bigger than you. How much joy this will bring everyone. How much joy your death will bring to us. And the fact you were so adamant to be killed, its like you wanted to be killed just as much as i wanted to kill you.” While voicing what used to be inner thoughts, she rested her head on the wall and took a breath in to steady herself for whats next to come.

She reached back for her bag, assorting and organising each tool, each one varying in size and effectiveness. All was to say, he was going to die tonight. No matter how much he struggled, no matter how much he fought against her.

You could say her decision was set in stone.

Wednesday laughs to herself, as she keeps laying out everything. “You know why this is happening, correct? There is no way you do not. She.. the world is hers, the stars yearn for her attention, the sun can only dream of shining brighter than her.”

The ravenette’s voice becomes awfully dreamy, almost sickeningly sweet. It sounded off, like it didn’t and never would fit her face.

“Enid.”

Everything sent silent, only the clanking of tools being audible. She could sense the vibe become more sinister, almost as if “his” demeanour had altered the whole room.

“Well,” she supposed to herself. “It kind of did. Its not like hes dead, yet. His vibe can still be felt.”

And it was true. He wasn’t dead yet.

She then bellowed an unnatural laugh again. The voice changer making it sound as if she were laughing in a commercial.

“You have to know who i am, Mr Petropolus. I know you aren’t the sharpest chisel in the shed, but its been oh, so painfully obvious.” She didnt bat an eye, much less turn around as she said this.

“Actually, I wont ruin the main event just yet. We still have quite the way to go.” At this point she was just letting words roll off her tongue as she set up.

“I cant even say your name. It disgusts me. You disgust me. How dare you take her. You don’t deserve her. You don’t deserve anything you get. Even what im going to do to you is a gracious death.” She scoffed.

She got rope a clock, a bin bag, and a smaller of the chisels. Silently she tied him up best she could with his position.

“I wont lie to you, so I will not say that I am sorry.”

She then sat down, cross legged. placed the clock and bin-bag near one of the chair legs, the bin bag going just in-front of him.

With the chisel, she took it to any defining features, first his foot, chipping away at the bottom.

She felt the atmosphere become desperate and dire. She felt him become in more and more distress, more and more pain. And that was her aim, really. He had to pay, and if she could get as much out of the way now, that meant less clean up later.

She then stood up and chiselled away his fingers, one by one. She let herself openly smile behind the mask while she felt the mood changing constantly, the terror filling her with a sense of euphoria, with a sense of relief. In fact, this felt like some sort of outlet to her, some sort of outlet for her feelings.

Maybe she should get into sculpting, it seemed to be helping.

She continued doing this, carefully chipping away at everything and anything that could identify him as who he was.

And it wasn’t like she even had to chisel away his snakes, either. If anything it would help her get away with it if worse came to worse and he was found.

The Jericho police, despite desperately claiming it wasn’t true, delayed any outcast cases. Hell, there isnt and never was any outcast’s on the police team to even change this.

They hate outcasts, which is why she knows that his death will be chalked up to the scary outcast monster in the woods, turning on “their own kind” and killing him.

How does she know this? Well, its the easiest thing to do to shut the case the fastest, all she had to do was claim one o his body parts and leave the rest in the woods somewhere.

The faster the case for an outcast is shut, the better. And who wouldn’t believe that the Hyde killed him? Stole one body part for something or other and scampered away with it?

They believed the monster was a bear for much longer than they should have, so this was child’s play.

After she was done, she looked at her work.

He reminded her of deteriorated angels, how their eyes would be pits of black, how horrifyingly beautiful theyd be, praying to someone who would never restore them, never save them, who could never wash their sins in the eyes of others.

Every piece of everything was gone. He was no longer him, he was a shell of a human. And she wasn’t even finished.

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BIRTHDAY HCS.

I haven’t searched these up so if theres any confirmed ones other than Wednesday’s id love to know.

Also I dont care much for signs but have a small gist for a few since people around me are very into them (ik theres like a sun and moon like in pokemon)

NONE OF THE GIFS ARE MINE.

End of the year since Wednesday’s is closer to the start and it wasn’t celebrated in this season.

Shes already 16 since shes in the same year as Wednesday and the time the school year breaks up.

I want to say shes a Cancer but i know she isn’t since the timing wouldnt work. Giving Leo vibes? I dont even know at this point im to tired for this.

HES 17.

Im not debating on this. Ever since it came out ive deduced he is 17.

LEO.

“Why?” Because he isnt in school and has a job, he seems inexperienced from the fact he couldn’t work the coffee machine.

Also, he dates Wednesday at once point, so he cant be 18+.

So he’s probably taking his work experience since he has to be in some sort of education until hes 18.

Again, hes not in school so he has to be older than 16, since we know Wednesday’s year is kind of ending he cant be in her grade/year even if he went to a different school.

But being 18 would be a bit odd to be interested in someone you’ve known from being 15

(just weird to think a legal adult knew a 15 yr old, watched them turn 16 then dated them for like 40 seconds. Im not even sure if its legal where they are for that to work)

HE IS 17 GUYS.

I WILL DIE ON THE HILL THAT HES AN AUGUST KID.

I dont care what sign that lines up with. He was born in august. (Or April, I can see him being born on the 24th of august or april)

Pisces. Idk what month that is but i know she it.

Idk her actual age bc she could be anywhere from 16-100000

Feb-march.. the a pisces but shes born in December. Like shes either a sag or a cap, but i know her moon or something is a Pisces.

SOMEWHERE IN HER THERES A PISCES.

I dont know but i want him here

16, Hes either December or October.

Complains about his b day being close to Christmas if its in December

if its in October then he likes it bc its like getting a bunch of gifts from strangers (He goes trick or treating still, he doesn’t care)

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Bros who actually look at my profile and wait for updates -

I dont think ill be posting this weekend bc its my birthday (YIP YIP YIPPPEEEEEEEEEE) and yeah 👍

so ik a lot of people havent seen part 2, so go give that a read maybe? I might make a little date for them or something but nothing to long if i do.

drink lots, grab a snack, look after yourself.

[endermahn]

IFHY.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (Not made yet)

Plot: Wenclair fic but Wednesday and Enid don’t make up ep 8 and Wednesday goes insane after that scene.

Author note:

There are some quote references (for example “drip [coffee] is for people who hate themselves and have no real purpose or meaning.”) so it’s like a little Easter egg thing I wanted to point out.

it’s emotion is based off of Tyler the Creator’s song “IFHY”. (Also a bit of method writing for the sleep deprived Wednesday parts)

IDEA FROM AN EDIT BY “emmamyerswife1” ON TT

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mention of Blood, Knives, detailed-ish Description of death, Major character death, OOC Wednesday, slightly out of character Enid(??), LOTS OF SWEARING! (Later on) Co-dependancy basically, Wednesday is a psychopath Wednesday with psychopathic tendencies. And descriptions of Gore

(Platonic Ejax, they’re basically “you’d do that for me?” “If you keep the creepy [girls] away” and they’re platonic dating gossip buddies)

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT encourage this behaviour, it’s just a fic, if you do feel like this, I urge you to seek help, it ISNT a healthy coping mechanism and can hurt you and who you feel this way for!

IFHY - Tyler the creator

What I listened to while writing:

(Feelz -LIL PEEP)

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3rd person Wednesday POV.

5 days after the fight.

Papers are scattered across Wednesday’s desk, she had long given up trying to sort them into piles. Her “monster attack” pin board had been covered by pictures of Enid, past notes from her in class, anything that she could get her hands on.

Despite Enid’s side of the room being filled with everything Enid, it remained untouched. She never crossed the line between their room unless she were to go to the balcony.

“Thing.” Wednesday’s eye bags have since grown deeper, more carved into her face than before, making her look like hell on drip.

After a couple seconds the Hand comes scurrying across the floor and up her desk.

“Any news?” Her voice sounds groggy and distant.

None the less, thing understood and began to tap wildly. Wednesday immediately shot up, forgetting all the aching in her bones telling her they need rest.

“What? Theres no statistical way that could happen, Ajax doesn’t even like her, she doesn’t even like him..” Her words floor out of her mouth fast, but his taps go faster.

“Slow down, I cant understand you when you tap that fast.” She deflated a little, her eyes getting heavy again. Thing tried to tap slower and take his time, but it’s hard when it’s such big news.

“They’re dating..” Wednesday slumped in her chair. Her hand lets her face rest. she sighs heavily. She rubs the back of her neck and hesitantly gets up. Thing disappears just as fast as he appeared, taking great care not to distract Wednesday’s ticking mind.

She walks over to her Enid board and fishes behind all of the papers and things taped to it, grabbing a picture of the Monster’s victim.

She inspects the specific cuts, the oosing, thick blood. Each and every bruise. She notes down how each happened, how effective each was.

She grabs more.

She inspects more.

She formulates a Plan.

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7 days after.

She had collected all of the necessary equipment, taking extra care to get it all from various different places and to have thing collect others since the people occupying Jericho have exactly 0 idea concerning the existence of the Body-less hand’s connections to her.

She packed her bag with everything she needed this year, everything she needed when she planned to run away and stuffed it under a loose floor board, ready to go and available. She tripple checked it was in place and didn’t look off from any specific angle.

Next, she made her way out of the door, scanning one more time to make sure she hadn’t left anything out, anything that could potentially get her caught early in the game.

Lastly she shut the door. Not locked incase Enid came back. in need for something, of course.

Wednesday briskly walked across the school, arriving at Yoko’s door.

The ravenette rapped 4 times on the door then waited less than patiently for it to return the gesture by opening.

She heard shuffling, then a bang which only heightened her concern and impatience, getting slightly aggravated as she silently cursed Yoko out for, who she presumed was Enid, most likely falling.

“Yeah?” Yoko answered, eyes still occupied with whatever was happening behind her. She then turned and her body language changed. She became more closed off and stopped slouching, attempting to tower over, and in result intimidate Wednesday, not that it would ever work.

“Wheres Enid?” The gloomy girl couldn’t hide the desperation in her voice, she was to tired.

“Shes not in, Wednesday.” Yoko emphasised Wednesday’s name, having a grit in it.

“I heard her fall, im not gullible, Yoko.” She shot a glare that could be passed as her usual death inducing glance recently, giving she same amount of venom back.

“Really?” She questioned. “Because you sure as hell believed she would forgive you in a day.”

Ouch. She glared at Yoko, clenching her jaw.

“Yoko, let me in, I need to speak to her.” She looked at Yoko and saw her decision was made. “Please?” This was a pathetic attempt, she thought to herself. How could she ask such a person for assistance when they weren’t letting her near Enid?

“Wednesday..” Yoko rubbed the space between her eyebrows and sighed. Suddenly the air got thicker. Stale. Then the Ravenette’s heart dropped. “She.. doesn’t want to see you.”

“What?” Wednesday asked this with a genuine humour. A smile didn’t grace her face but it was pretty damn close. She had to be joking and it was a funny one, at that.

“Enid doesn’t want to see you for a while..”

“A while? How long?”

“.. I dont know.”

Her voice raised a bit, getting more threatening. “What do you-“ Wednesday took a deep breath, let the shiver travel down her spine and tried again. “What do you mean she doesn’t want see me.”

Yoko blinked a couple times, a little fearful of the seething girl. “She said she doesn’t wanna talk to you, she doesn’t want to see you, Wednesday.. go away..” She hesitated with the last part, it slightly croaking out.

Luckily for Yoko, she couldn’t say anything with Enid most likely listening in if she wanted any chance of talking again, she had to play it smart. Even if that meant swallowing her anger and acting polite. But even that had a bite of venom in it.

“Thank you, for your time. Please notify me if this changes.”

And with that the door closed. No reply back or wave, nothing. Just shut in her face.

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8 days after the fight.

Wednesday had decided. It was finally Friday and 8 days was enough. 8 days without sleep was enough. 8 days worrying about the wolf was enough. 8 days without enid, was enough.

She had grabbed the bag from the floor boards in a rush, she had prepared everything. His schedule, his dorm, the routes teachers take for patrol at night. She was ready.

And this time it wasn’t going to be an dirty stain of “attempt” on her record.

They had a bathroom in the dorm due to it being an old principal office, so that was enough for her to get changed in. Luckily it was on her side of the dorm, so she hadn’t any need to go over there and disturb anything, to disturb her touch.

She slipped on the ghostly mask and gown and made sure to cover any possible identification on her so it was full proof. She made sure to put all black on, all black shoes were prepared, all black socks, the whole lot.

The only non black clothing item was the mask, the mask that would haunt whoever came close to Enid, whoever tried to take her away from Wednesday’s safe arms.

After hiding all of this, slipping on comfortable shoes that enhanced her height, and switching on the voice changer, she made her way.

After many winds and turns, many close calls with Weems, and any sleep deprived teacher who had signed up, or been forced to sign up to the night patrol and many students who decided that when Wednesday was crossing past their door was the perfect time to go see their friends, she was there.

Mr Petropolus’ dorm.

Having his schedule on hand, all curtesy of thing following him around the grounds from the day Enid left until just yesterday, she knew right now he was preparing for a date. Specifically a date with Enid.

The shower ran loud, her pressing her ear up to the door was enough to know he was there and he was going to die tonight.

She attempted the door once, supposing he would be dumb enough to leave it open, which surprisingly he wasn’t.

She let out a heavy huff, lifted up her mask enough to be able to see, and got out the lock picking tool, working away for a couple seconds until she heard a safe “Click!”

She slipped on the mask again and made her way into his room.

Her heard burned with rage, anger, jealousy. Enid’s things were scattered around his room, nail polish, magazines, random hideous drawings.

Why were these not in their room? Why weren’t they in their rightful place?

She picked up one of the drawings and folded it neatly, then putting it in her pocket. For planning, of course, she had to pin it on the board, it was the only right thing to do with it.

Then Wednesday’s attention turned to the sound of the shower. Her anger still blazing a path towards him, towards that door.

She took another deep breath, then let her jealousy grip at her heart strings.

“Mr Petropolus will only turn her heart to stone sooner or later” she muttered to herself. “So better to eliminate the chance than have her be as cold as the rock her turns others into.”

And with that she easily unlocked the door. She quickly closed it behind her, locking it again.

And how did Mr Petropolus not hear all of this? He was in his own world, phone blasting music that was loud enough for him to hear but no one outside to complain. When he was like this it was always still. With no roommate it was easy to get lost in your own little world, to get lost in your own head and not notice someone else entering it.

It was perfect. It was as if he has planned it himself. As if he set himself up. As if he wanted this just as much as her.

Wednesday moved slowly to the shower, creeping slowly, ready. She had everything with her, her bag was left lazily in the room, which may be a hinderance if blood were to splatter. It would leave a very specific spot in the wall. A bag shaped space..

But then she moved the towel from the mirror a couple feet away, the blue towel being placed carelessly on the floor.

Under the mask she delighted in how easy it was going to be, but similarly she felt a twinge of disappointment. If it was an easy kill, why kill?

For her.

She wanted to see his face as she punished him for something he didn’t even know he did, took Enid away.

He had to have planted the idea of her being a bad friend in her mind, it had to be him. He was running his mouth about how she was a killer, so why not make the rumours true? Why not kill him and make him right about one thing?

But those thoughts had to be saved for a later time.

Right now, she had to make sure the first place he looked was the mirror.

And so she threw something at the sink and hid behind the shower’s oddly placed wall.

“The fuck?” He stopped the music and stuck his head out of the shower.

Wednesday’s heart rate sped up slightly, the excitement building up as she heard him move around.

Then a shriek solidified her heart’s rate, every feeling making her breathe, her lungs finally feeling full for the first time in 8 whole days.

All she could think is about how Enid would surely come back to her, crying at the loss of her late boyfriend, how she never should have left and how sorry she was.

She revelled in those words. She could almost hear them. Almost.

She peaked from the side of the shower’s wall and saw the boy had made himself into stone, perfect.

The ravenette in the ghost outfit shimmied side ways to pick up the towel and wrapped it around him, not wishing to see any of him if it wasn’t smashed to bits or bleeding out in the woods alone and cold.

She then turned off the shower. attempted to pick him up. No use.

“Fuck” she muttered. “Still causing me problems until death.”

She then went to grab her backpack.

“My pocket mase, prehaps, Petropolus? Maybe a chisel? Maybe my hammer, that hasn’t gotten much use lately..” She smirked at the thought of his eyes growing larger at each of the suggestions on how she was going to kill him.

“Stone is easy to crack, easy to break.” She said, taking a relieved breath.

Every time she thought of killing him, she breathed deeper and felt lighter, knowing this would mean Enid would come back to her.

“Of course i could always take you out to the woods and finish you off, but of course you had to weigh the same as Sisyphus’ boulder. Each time i get closer to her, you have to restart my progress, dont you? Then you miss the date, break her heart-“ She had started to speak faster and spill more information.. but it didn’t matter, did it? “Every one time you hurt her, I think of a thousand ways to kill you. You think im not prepared? You think you’ll survive? You think you’ll get justice? Ill be found? Then you’re just as stupid as you let on, and ill enjoy killing you just that much more.”

[endermahn]

MASTER LIST + INFO ABOUT WRITER

Key terms:

❗️- Serious Topics

🎱- Angsty

⚰️ - Quick posts/Dead posts

♟️- Fluff

🧿 - X reader

📼 - X Reader romantic

🔮 - X Reader platonic

📞- character is featured but Not Main focus

MASTERLIST:

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams:

IFHY ❗️

Part 2

Part 3

Enid Sinclair:

IFHY ❗️📞

Part 2

Part 3

Birthday hcs ⚰️

Yoko Tanaka:

Birthday hcs ⚰️

Eugene ottinger (otter):

Birthday hcs ⚰️

Tyler Galphin:

Birthday hcs ⚰️

Ajax perpetrols:

Birthday hcs ⚰️

INFO ABOUT WRITER:

Name/Alias: Enderman

Pronouns: It/He (It/it’s, he/him)

Gender: Agender

Interests: Batman, Spider-Man Noir, Lego Movie Joker, Sharks, Wolves, Wednesday, Science, shifting!

Schedule: I write on weekends at night, so it should be every week depending on length of the fic.

Lastly, a question: anyone know how to put the “keep reading” line on mobile? I dont want people to have to scroll all that just to get to what they want

[endermahn]

IFHY

Part 1 | Part 2 | part 3 | part 4 (not made yet)

Plot: Wenclair fic but Wednesday and Enid don’t make up ep 8 and Wednesday goes insane after that scene.

As you probably could have guessed if you’re a Tyler fan, it’s based off of Tyler the Creator’s song “IFHY”.

IDEA FROM AN EDIT BY “emmamyerswife1” ON TT

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mention of Blood, Knives, detailed-ish Description of death, Major character death, OOC Wednesday, slightly out of character Enid(??), LOTS OF SWEARING! Co-dependancy basically, Wednesday is a psychopath Wednesday with psychopathic tendencies.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT encourage this behaviour, it’s just a fic, if you do feel like this, I urge you to seek help, it ISNT a healthy coping mechanism and can hurt you and who you feel this way for!

3rd Person Wednesday

“I’m going to stay with Yoko for a while, I can’t be here.” and with that she was gone. Enid had dragged her suitcase out of the door and out of Wednesday’s reach.

Wednesday looked back at the door after a while, realising she wasn’t going to come back. All she could think was “Fuck.” She was so incredibly angry, so angry that her eyes became glassy and her heart began to year at her chest.

So increasing angry that her hands began to shake.

So undeniably angry, in fact, that she started to feel her whole body shaking from the thumps of her heart. How she knew this? Her hair was shaking, everything was moving.

She tried to breathe but struggled for a second. She gasped a bit for air, finally getting it. She began to make her way to the window, trying to get anything that could stabilise her and keep her grounded.

This isn’t real, is it? It’s all a dream, she’s just having a dream, a horrible, horrible dream. Enid would never just leave like that, that isn’t Enid. Enid loves her too, Enid would never leave, somethings making her leave, somethings distracting her from Wednesday. She needs her, she needs her constant presence, no matter how annoying she can be, she’s grown used to it, they both cant be without the other, it’s been proven time and time again. They need eachother.

Sooner or later, Enid will come running back like nothing happened and start talking about some boy problem. Or maybe Yoko will force them to talk to each other again. Either way, they both can be right, Enid can go off for a couple days for some space, and Wednesday doesn’t have to apologise for what she hasn’t done.

And with that comforting thought, Wednesday drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

——————

2 days later.

Wednesday wasn’t about to sacrifice her pride for some stupid fight, Enid was bound to come back. It’s just taken a bit longer. It’s not like they’ve even fought before, so theres no way she’s about to stop being friends with Wednesday over one childish disagreement.

Well

That’s what Wednesday thought.

Enid passes in the hallway, not a single thought in her head, laughing until she had no breath left to give and her ribs starts hurting.

But that isn’t right? If she’s so happy, why wouldn’t she be back with Wednesday? Why wouldn’t she be waiting in the dorm, waiting to give some clearly fake excuse why she’s back and why she wants to talk again? Was she staying at Yoko’s dorm forever? That isn’t fair. That isn’t where she is supposed to stay, she’s supposed to stay in Ophelia hall, she’s supposed to stay in that room, she’s supposed to stay in their room.

She wasn’t supposed to be happy, she wasn’t supposed to laugh, she wasn’t supposed to be happy without Wednesday, she is her source of happiness so why wasn’t she hers? None of this is fair.

So she did something about it.

——————

Weems office.

She made her way down to Principle Weems office as if a rainbow hovered above her head for all to see.

The door opens in an aggressive manner, Weems swivels around in slight shock but her shoulders relax when she sees it’s just Wednesday. “Please, don’t slam-“

“Enid.”

“What? Take a seat, Wednesday..” Weems tilts her head slightly, squinting at her.

She didn’t move an inch and didn’t Miss a beat.“Enid, she’s never in our dorm, it’s been 2 days.”

“She requested to be moved for the time being, there’s nothing I can do, I’m afraid..” Her eyes softened a bit, sympathising with Wednesday. “You Look tried, Are you okay?”

“Yes, now invalidate the request and make her move back in, she is needed for the investigation.” Her eyes looked like a sailor’s storm, the bags proudly claiming the title of her most prominent facial feature.

“Again, there’s nothing I can do unless she, personally, requests to be placed back. We cannot move students back in when having a disagreement with their roommate for safety reasons.” Weems took a more professional approach with Wednesday when she was like this, sleepless and motivated to get something she just can’t have.

“Ms W-“

“Wednesday.” She started to sound more firm in her decision while still trying to understand her perspective. “If you can get Enid to personally request to go back, then I’ll do it with no problem. However, I cannot-“

Wednesday huffed angrily and slammed the door behind her. If she isn’t getting what she wants then why would she want to stay? She knows the answer so why wait that extra, valuable time she could be spending with Enid there?

She considered swallowing her pride but decided against it, thinking of other solutions, any solution that could keep Enid close but keep her dignity.

An ear screeching bell ring throughout the school, making her jump slightly as her thoughts were disturbed.

She would have to devise a plan later, lunch is over.