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Wednesday started noticing the change a week or so after the events with Crackstone. It was small at first, barely noticeable with everything happening.
It began when she was having a conversation with Xavier during a break between classes. Thornhill’s class had been canceled as they hadn’t found a replacement for her yet, and Weems was still recovering from the nightshade poisoning.
It was miraculous she survived at all, so Wednesday didn’t concern herself over her.
Normally, she would feel little to nothing when talking to Xavier. Even when he got angry with her, Wednesday managed to brush it off easily.
Emotions weren’t exactly foreign to her. She knew what they were, what most of them were like, but she never felt them very strongly. She could easily ignore them and continue on with what she was doing. What was foreign was to feel them so strongly that she felt herself freeze in place, unable to respond to anything momentarily.
But during this conversation, for some strange reason, she was filled with a burning feeling. Affection. The kind she would normally only feel for her family, except a little weaker. Platonic? She thought that was the right word.
She had replied to something in her normal deadpan manner, but for some reason he had found it hilarious and had burst into laughter. The seer watched, confused, before realizing the emotion that was slowly creeping up on her.
She blanched, unnoticeable due to her normally pale complexion. She mumbled some excuse she couldn’t remember before walking away.
She refused to talk to anyone for the rest of the day, ignoring the confused and sad glances Enid sent her.
That night she played the cello. She played a song simple enough that she could zone out, but difficult enough to distract her.
When the final note trailed off, Wednesday turned to find Enid standing at the opening of their window, Thing resting on her shoulder.
“Enid,” she acknowledged.
“Wednesday,” she replied back. “Is something wrong? You’ve been avoiding everyone all day and you only play like that when you’re upset about something.”
Wednesday had never thought of that, but looking back on it, it was partially true. That was something to unpack later, though. Or never.
“I’ve been acting the same as I always do. You know I don’t like being social.” Wednesday stood and began packing her cello away, grabbing the sheet music from the music stand.
“It’s worse than usual.” Enid moves towards Wednesday, who takes a step back. Enid freezes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Wednesday brushes past her and climbs back into their room. She grabs a pair of pajamas and makes her way to their bathroom, not sparing a glance back to Enid even once, despite feeling her piercing gaze on the back of her head.
When she comes out, she ignores Enid sitting on her bed and goes straight to her own, pulling back the covers and laying down. She doesn’t bother saying goodnight, too distracted by the thoughts whirling around her head.
The next morning, Wednesday is practically dead on her feet. She had stayed awake all night thinking about the confusing feelings she had around Xavier and Enid.
She had never really felt emotion so strongly before, not since her pet scorpion Nero had been killed. Even when nearly killed by Crackstone and Tyler, she hadn’t felt much.
The only other time she had felt emotion like this was when she confessed to Enid and the time she broke down over her god forsaken phantom pains.
It was confusing, and to be honest, it scared her. She hated it.
So she ignored it.
Everything that caused a strong emotion, she noted to herself and began to avoid it as best she could.
This included Eugene, her family, Xavier. Hell, even Bianca.
But most of all, this included Enid.
Enid made her feel emotions so strongly that Wednesday wanted nothing more than to either grab her by the face and kiss her senseless or to cry uncontrollably. But she was Wednesday Addams, and Wednesday Addams did not act so impulsively or cry.
Wednesday would come back to their room in the middle of the night, long after Enid had given up waiting for her and had gone to sleep. She would then leave early in the morning, before Enid woke. The lack of sleep had one positive, at least.
But it was starting to drain her, and as much as she hated to admit it, she needed rest.
Instead of seeking help, she found herself in the woods, outside Crackstone’s crypt.
Wednesday blinked.
Ignoring her instincts screaming at her to turn around, she continued forward and entered the crypt. It was practically the same as it had been that night, still with blood soaking one wall and the center decorated with body parts. The police hadn’t been here yet.
The seer pressed her back against a non-bloodied wall and slowly slid to the floor. Closing her eyes, she tried her best to rest.
“…sday… We… Wednesday!”
Wednesday jolted awake to a familiar voice. Shocked, she looked up, finding herself face to face with Goody Addams.
“Goody? I thought I couldn’t see you anymore.”
“I don’t know why I’m here,” Goody admits. “But I sensed your distress.”
“Fun, now even my dead ancestor can tell something’s wrong,” Wednesday deadpanned. She smacked her head against the stone wall and closed her eyes with a huff.
“You need help.”
“No, I don’t!” Wednesday snapped. She blinked again, confused. She had never felt anger like that, Close to rage while being similar to annoyance at the same time. She never yelled or became that angry.
“Something happened, and now you’re starting to feel emotions, right?”
“How do you know that?”
“I’m not sure, I just do,” Goody said. She sat down on the ground, her ghostly form seeming almost solid in the low light.
“I just want to sleep,” Wednesday said softly.
“I know.” Goody brushed a lock of Wednesday’s hair behind her ear.
Wednesday tried not to cry at the touch. It felt almost motherly.
“Just rest your eyes, child. I’ll be here to watch over you.”
Wednesday, despite the growing fear and dread pooling in her stomach, obeyed and shut her eyes. She felt her entire body relax for the one of the few times in years as she drifted off, feeling almost safe with Goody there.