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The leaves crunched underneath a pair of black Doc-Martens that walk through the small streets of Jericho. Wednesday Addams was on a mission, Thing perched on her shoulder as she marched through the quaint town, trying to find some sort of enchanted fabric. She wanted to make sure the Addams curse pasted her, even if it seemed impossible. The young heir had already gone to the “freaky ass” (as Yoko put it) shop, Uriah’s Heap, but it didn’t have what she needed.
She was already upset, and from the few people outside, it looked like a massive dark aura surrounded her. She was about to call it quits until she noticed a peculiar-looking shop at the end of the street. The young Addams watched as many passersby swerved away from the open door of the shop as if there was a dark force waiting inside. Intrigued, Wednesday walked up to the quaint little shop, noticing how dark the inside of said shop was. There were dark purple curtains that seemed to sparkle menacingly, blocking the view of the shop from the glass panes. She felt Thing tap her shoulder in excitement, as he could practically feel the dark magic in the shop. Wednesday ventured into the store, eyes trying to adjust to the almost complete darkness. Small purple flames illuminated certain parts of the shop, burning softly from light purple candles. Wednesday could hardly see anything inside, not even a single person. The door suddenly shut behind her, Wednesday pulling out one of her most trusted daggers in preparation. The flames abruptly burned brightly, the purple fire almost reaching the ceiling. Thing gripped Wednesday’s shoulder, tensing up for any possible threat.
“Hi there-HOLY FUCK!”
Wednesday swung her dagger right for the jugular of the person who spoke out, but her arm was stopped by magenta-colored magic. She looked up to see that the person that the voice belonged to was unfairly tall, and would have easily towered over her had they stopped cowering. She continued to analyze the tall figure, who wasn’t so scrawny but neither too muscular. The worker had short baggy brown hair that looked almost black, with dyed magenta tips. They were quite average looking with a sharp jawline that was clenched in a frown, as well the eyes scrunched up as if waiting for an attack. Their skin is a corpse-like white, even paler than Wednesday’s own, the worker having some black mascara on their eye bags. Wednesday just stares as the worker finally stands tall, looking at the Addams with apprehension. The moment the magic fades, Wednesday continues to swing her dagger as fast as possible, but her arm is caught in a harsh grip before the worker twists Wednesday’s arm painfully back. The Addams tries to move her arm, but she doesn’t move an inch and the worker grips her arm tighter, cutting off circulation.
“Interesting…I yield.” Wednesday said, her voice betraying nothing, sounding as dead as always.
The worker glared at her with suspicion before smiling far too brightly for someone who works in a completely dark shop.
“Well in that case. Welcome to the Endless Cauldron! Where all your magical, enchanted, or demonic needs will be met!” The worker exclaimed, the shop suddenly brightened, as many different fabrics, outfits, and objects hovered around the two.
“Looking to curse someone? You seem like the type to like treacherous ones, like this!” A small vial encased in magenta magic suddenly poofed into existence right before Wednesday.
“Or are you interested in haunted dresses?” The worker disappeared and reappeared around the rack of clothing floating above Wednesday. “I’m pretty sure this one causes the wearer to gain anemia or melts off all your skin, I can never remember-”
“I need none of those things, witch.” The Addams spoke, noting how the fire flickered upon the last word.
The worker appeared in front of the heir, an eyebrow raised
“Then what, pray tell, does your dark soul desire?”
Wednesday deepened her frown but ultimately answered. While it wasn’t what she set out for in the first place, acquiring some help wouldn’t be harmful…
“I require assistance in breaking a generational curse.” The worker perked up at this, before letting out a laugh
“Wow, forgive me but the irony of someone asking a witch to break a spell is too much!” The witch giggled before regaining composure.
Wednesday glared but continued nonetheless.
“Is such an ask too much for your limited skill set?”
The flames flicker again, but much more intense this time, Wednesday smirking at the sight. The witch’s eyes simply narrowed at her, unrelenting before chuckling dryly.
“You must be an Addams huh?” Said seer, frowned, tensing
The witch rolled her eyes, snapping her fingers and the door opened once more
“Fineeee, I’ll help you. But!” She smiled, floating above Wednesday, her tall figure making it more imposing.
“The Addams ancestry, your bloodline is something that has befuddled me for so long! So in exchange for my services….I’d like a tinsy smidge of that Addams blood of yours!” The witch giggled, clapping her hands in excitement from the thought.
Thing tapped hesitantly on Wednesday’s shoulder, warning her but she ignored him.
“It shall be done.” She answered, grimacing when the witch exclaimed in joy, the magenta flames bursting with new found life, lighting up the shop.
“Yes! Alrighty then, when would you like to start?” The witch finally stepped on the ground, smiling giddily.
“Follow me to Nevermore, I’ve already set up everything in perpetration.” Wednesday said, already turning around
The witch gasped, suddenly appearing in front of Wednesday in a magenta poof.
“Nevermore?! It’s been years since I’ve been banned from its wretched gates! Can’t wait to see what’s changed!”
Wednesday could only watch with a grimace as the witch poofs once more and in her place, a small black crow.