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enid stared at wednesday for a long time. her face was deathly pale—paler than it usually was, the kind of pale that made enid feel sick. various instruments clung to her hands, all of them waiting for the next disaster to put them to use.
enid slid her gaze over the cuts, the bruises, and the battered canvas of her best friend’s exterior, and she willed her lip to stop quivering. she followed the line of the iv in wednesday’s hand back to the bag it dripped from, and that will grew tenfold.
enid’s perspective following wednesday’s accident, told from the latter’s hospital bedside.
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06 Jun 2026
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enid stared at the smudged blood lining the dips in her skin before lifting her eyes back to wednesday.
her voice was rough, so unlike her, when she said, “do you feel guilty?” she lifted her hand, turning her palm to face wednesday. the blood glinted on her fingertips, glinted from light that didn’t exist in this reality naturally.
enid didn’t give wednesday the chance to reply before she stalked forward. her eyes narrowed, a grueling accomplice to the ever-present sneer upticking her lips.
“do you feel guilty?” enid repeated gravelly.
wednesday’s in a coma, but she doesn’t know.
in the midst of her oblivion, she continually finds herself in the graveyard from her vision. worse yet, she’s not alone. enid, intent on reminding her of her guilt, is always there—and she’s got a thirst for vengeance.
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05 Jun 2026
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Set directly after season 2 part 1.
There were two EMTs working furiously to stabilize her friend, their hands were all over her, placing a splint around her neck and stabbing her with syringes.
Wrong wrong wrong, Enid growled. Wednesday hated to be touched, and one layer of latex gloves wouldn’t change that.
“Wednesday,” She said, somewhere between a breath and a whimper. Her own fingers itched to reach out and grab her hand, to find a pulse beating in her wrist, but she didn’t, even though Wednesday was more comfortable with Enid touching her than anyone else, she couldn’t let herself do it without her knowledge. Not while she smelled of blood and rot and death. Enid inhaled deeply, working to control her pounding heart. Wednesday smelled so wrong.
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02 Jun 2026
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Studying one night in their dorm, Enid suggests her and Wednesday have a "sleepover", a concept Wednesday is entirely unfamiliar with.
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01 Jun 2026