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The smell of ammonia immediately jolts Wednesday awake before the all to cheerful greeting of Tyler Galpin ever does.
“Good Morning Ms. Addams, Ready to Eat?” He says as he opens a curtain and lets the daylight in.
Wednesday hisses at the lights offensive beams as she sits up in her creaky worn bed that may or may not have spiders in them.
Either way she didn’t care.
“Did you request they change the menu?” She quipped while sitting straight up in her bunk bed, like the girl from the shining.
“Yeah but I'm afraid Blutwurst and Balut weren’t on the chef’s menu.” He said while sitting down a tray of pancakes, oatmeal, and a fruit cup.
“What a shame.” She bluntly said frowning down at the meal that seemed to be frowning back at her.
Wednesday eyebrows raised in confusion as she looked up to Tyler Galpin with an accusatory glance.
“Thought that might cheer you up.” He laughed looking down at her frowning pancakes made up of black berries because blue was still to cheerful of a color.
“Hm.” Is all she says as she sets the tray aside.
“You really should eat before your meds.” He warned setting down a cup of pills and a cup of water down on her decrepit desk.
“They make me drowsy.” Wednesday protests.
“No excuses Ms. Addams.”
“Do you think I'm crazy?” Wednesday’s dead eyes meets his.
“We don’t use crazy here.” Tyler said looking back at her.
“Fine, do you think I'm someone who needs pills to function?” She rephrased.
“I’m not a doctor, just a nurse..and sometimes janitor when Ajax takes the nights off.” He mused.
“Is that why you smell like the inside of a pools locker room?”
He laughed, “Your observant.”
“I’m a undercover journalist, I have to be.” She said admittedly.
Tyler stares at her a moment and gauges her seriousness and only smiles and nods. “Right..the government sent you.” He said going along with her claims.
“You don’t believe me?” She asked.
“I believe you believe that.” He said.
“That’s the same as saying no.” Wednesday rebuttals.
Tyler sighs,” Ms. Addams, you came to us covered in blood-”
“It was pigs blood.” She shot back.
“You had a severed hand with you-
“Thing…yeah I picked that up graving digging at my families burial plot, I told him I'd bring it back.”
“Right..well I think it’s best we keep you here just to monitor you.” He says honestly.
“As you wish, and I will be monitoring all of you.” She says.
“And what do you expect to find?” Tyler asks her curiously.
“You know a psychiatrist was killed here not to long ago.” Wednesday states matter of factly.
“Dr. Kinbott, yes, by a patient.” He says crossing his arms and nodding.
“Laurel Gates to be exact.” Wednesday says sharply.
Tyler nods, “Ms. Gates wasn’t in her right mind as you know.”
“Multiple Personality Disorder yes, that’s what I heard.” Wednesday says. “But I think there’s more to it.”
“Ms. Gates has been placed in solitary confinement at Jericho’s penitentiary , what more is there to it?” Tyler asks in bemusement.
Wednesday stares at him blankly debating or rather or not to speak, but proceeds realizing he wouldn’t believe her anyway, so why not tell the truth? Because what’s the truth from a delusional outcast worth?
“I received a letter a week before the incident happened or rather a poem, saying something that caught my attention.” She says.
“Oh?” Tyler says looking at her in wonderment, his eyes displaying genuine curiosity.
“It was rather Cryptic, but it said. . .
I don’t prey on Sundays
My heart knows no shame,
Doctors diagnose Illnesses
Not the source of Pain.
So I don’t Prey on Sundays, just on Doctors with false lies.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock, Isn’t it crazy how time flies?
No, I don’t Prey On Sundays, Wednesday’s more my style.
The Child of Woe, The Blackest Night, The Grim Reapers Golden Child.
So Ms. Addams, Ms. Addams,the girl who knows no fright, be my compass, be my map, and save us from this night.”
She recites the poem by heart, the words burned into her mind every since she received the letter.
“I assume this is from Ms. Gates? Why would she send you a letter, did you know her?” He asks.
“So you believe me?” Wednesday asks looking at him curiously.
“Peculiar things have been happening around here recently, but this is Jericho psychiatry, so I take everything I see or hear with a grain of salt.” He admits.
Wednesday nods, “I assumed the letter was of course from Ms. Gates but I snuck into the file room last night and looked at Dr. Kinbott's notes of some patients, and to my surprise, the writing didn’t match the poem.” She says.
Tyler eyes widen, “Did you just confess to a crime?”
“It’ll be overlooked once I save everyone here, I'm pretty sure this isn't the only murder that's going to take place.” Wednesday shrugs.
Tyler eyebrows furrow, “And why are you telling me this? If everything you say is true, why tell me this, shouldn’t I be a suspect on your list?” He says inquiringly.
“Who said you weren’t at the top of my list?” Wednesday frankly speaks tilting her head up at him in curiosity.
“Do I look like a murderer?” Tyler asks his tone never changing from the amused light hearted tone that reminded her of honey.
She hated honey.
“I don’t know, what do murderers usually look like?” Wednesday asks.
Tyler scoffs and laughs, “Good point, well Ms. Addams I wish you the best of luck, just make sure you eat before you take those meds.” He advised turning to leave.
“Call me Wednesday.” She says.
“I don’t think that would be appropriate.” He says.
“Probably.” Wednesday says.
“Definitely.” He shoots back before shooting her a smile and closing the door.
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Wednesday doesn’t remember falling asleep or taking the pills but she’s surprised to find she had done both as an empty glass of water and pills await her along with her empty plate of food.
Wednesday gets up from the bed and looks around trying to shake the drowsiness off.
Wednesday’s eyes meets her journal that she keeps placed on her desk she doesn’t remember setting her journal down in that position but she dismisses any strange notions due to the drowsiness.
She begins reaching for the journal when a voice shakes her.
“Hiya roomie, I was wondering when you were gonna notice me!” A girl rocking a blonde a pink curly bob greets her from above.
“Who are you and why shouldn’t I decapitate you right where you stand?” Wednesday threatens.
“Well that would be impressive, but no thanks, I’m your new roommate Enid!” She smiles chipperly as she jumps down from the top bunk landing on all fours like some sort of cat.
“Roommate? I requested a solitary cell.”
“Yeah..well Yoko tried to suck my blood again and I demanded a switch.” Enid says gingerly. “You seem fun, so I chose you!”
“Oh joy.” Wednesday dryly states already feeling a headache coming on.
“Your Wednesday right? Nice journal you got there, What’s all the notes for?”
“You touched my journal?” Wednesday angrily says stepping closer towards the girl giving her her best death glare.
“There’s nothing else to read in here.” Enid shrugs.
“This cannot be happening how am I supposed to get anything done now.” Wednesday huffs in frustration.
“So is it true?” Enid asks excitedly.
“Is what true?”
“Your a undercover reporter trying to solve a murder?” Enid whispers as she looks around.
“If I say yes what it’s to you?”
“I wanna help!” Enid declares.
“Why?”
“Because I'm bored, and that cute janitor Ajax isn’t here tonight.” Enid frowns.
Wednesday says nothing as she sets down at her desk and opens her journal.
“So can I?” Enid asks again.
“Yes actually, stand in that corner right over there.” Wednesday says pointing towards the corner.
Enid nods and stands in the corner.
“Okay, now turn around.” Wednesday orders.
Enid obeys and turns around facing the wall.
“Now, count to 20,000.” Wednesday says looking over her journal.
“Okay!” Enid agrees excitedly.
She begins counting loudly and Wednesday groans.
“Count in your head!” Wednesday yells irritably.
Enid nods and begins counting mentally.
Wednesday sighs, she knew something was going on in this place, she could feel it in every bone in her body, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.
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Hey guys thought of this cool idea for a story, let me know what you think, should I continue it or nah? Also if your following my story Thursday Addams: And the Peculiar Case Of Wednesday’s Hyde, I will continue to update it, I just wanna wait until after I'm done with classes and everything this semester which will be soon.