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“Okay, but we’ve already done seven games of Uno and two of Monopoly. I’m done with the board games.” Enid says. She’s sprawled out on her back on her bed. You sit on the floor, leaning back on the foot of the bed.
“We’ve already done face masks and blackhead strips…” you reply, still thinking. “OH! We can summon a demon? Wednesday is right there.”
“NO!” Enid screams immediately. “I am never doing that again.” You laugh at Enid’s insistence.
Last time you two “summoned” something was when you walked in on Wednesday trying to contact an old Addams family relative. You don’t remember the name, but apparently she accidentally summoned the demon that possessed him. Enid hid behind you until it was gone.
“Oh, I brought something we can do with Wednesday.” Enid scoffs. “I highly doubt she’ll indulge you.” You shrug. “I’ll set it up; you try to convince her. Tell her if she doesn’t like it, I’ll give her my blood to test.”
Enid turns her head to look over at you. She doesn’t speak, but you smile at the look she gives you. “You said you wanted to help her make more friends.” Enid sighs. She thinks about it and finally looks happy when she realizes you’re right.
“Ok. But you have to tell me what it is.” Enid says excitedly. “Should I be afraid?” Her eyes are cautious. If you’re this confident Wednesday will like it, it could be anything.
“I promise you’ll like it. It involves Oreos.” She smiles.
When she gets up you dig into your backpack. You pull out a small pile of supplies. It’s a plastic cup, milk in a mini grey thermos, a pack of Oreos, and some food coloring pens.
You can hear Enid and Wednesday chattering but you can’t really tell what they’re saying.
You set up a little activity area on the small pink bed table you bought Enid. It’s the perfect size for this. You put 3 napkins on the table and set one Oreo on each. Then you put the pens and grey thermos in the middle.
On Wednesday’s side of the room, Enid tries to get Wednesday to at least see what you planned. “Come on, you should join us. You need more friends.” Enid tries.
“I doubt Y/N would approve of me interfering with your bonding.”
Wednesday replies dryly, not looking at Enid as she organizes her manuscript papers.
Enid scoffs. “She wants you to join Wednesday. Believe it or not, not everyone is against you. C’monnnn… If you don’t like what she brought for you then she’ll give you blood to experiment with.”
Wednesday sighs and continues organizing the papers she typed. She is curious. What could you have planned that you were confident enough to offer your blood?
‘I win either way.’ She thinks.
“Very well. I’d like to see how golden blood reacts to certain conditions.” She puts away the folder.
Enid squeals. Wednesday walks to the little activity area you set on the floor, Enid following behind her. Cookies? Is she a child to you?
“Ok look, I know it’s unconventional for sleepovers, but look at what the Oreos do when they’re submerged.” You say as you dunk an Oreo from the pack. The milk begins to bubble.
“I figured you could pretend you were drowning something. I even brought food coloring pens; you can draw someone if you want.” Enid looks happy. She loves dunked Oreos, and Wednesday doesn’t seem… appalled by the activity.
“I think your blood would be a more appealing test subject.”
You smile. “Ok, but just try it. You could use the yellow pen and add blonde hair to it. Drown Cookie Enid Wednesday, you know you want to.”
You laugh when Enid gives you a little. Wednesday sits down when Enid does. She’ll try it.
“You know, I was hoping for something not violent... but I don’t think Wednesday would have joined us if it wasn’t.”
“It’s not violent.” You say smugly. “It’s just regular cookies with milk… with added imagination.”
You and Enid continue bickering lightly while decorating the Oreos. Enid covers the top of her Oreo in blue and starts making a lily pad. You’re making yours into a penguin face.
You glance over at Wednesday’s. You hold in a laugh as she finishes making the top of her Oreo tan frosting just to grab the yellow coloring pen.
When the three of you are done, Enid proudly presents her ladybug on a lily pad. You show off your crooked penguin face with a droopy eye. Then Wednesday turns her napkin so you and Enid can see the face she made on hers.
She covered the top in tan frosting. Then she used the food coloring pens to add blonde hair on top with pink and blue in it and then blue eyes. Then the smile is just a black happy face. But the hair definitely gives away that it’s supposed to be Enid.
Of course all three aren’t very good considering they’re Oreos covered in frosting and food coloring, but the images are there.
“Wednesday.” You say, handing her a little tool to dunk the Oreo with. Thankfully Yoko gave you an Oreo dunking kit last Christmas. You doubt Wednesday would be okay with getting milk on her hands.
“This is childish.” Wednesday says, but she doesn’t complain and makes eye contact with Enid when she drowns the Oreo.
After a second she looks at it. “It’s struggling.”
You grin. The milk is bubbling like the Oreo can’t breathe. It’s actually just air being displaced, but you won’t say that.
After it stops, she takes the cookie out and puts it on Enid’s napkin.
“I expect a blood bag on my desk tomorrow.”
She gets up and goes back to her side of the room. You grin anyway and shrug at Enid. “It was worth a try, wasn’t it?”
“I felt like I was being threatened.” Enid laughs nervously.
“You were.” Wednesday shouts.
“I feel like I sold my blood to the devil.” You mumble.
“You think this would taste good?” Enid says, looking at her lily pad. “I doubt it. Try it.” She shrugs. Enid eats the one Wednesday made. “It’s actually not that bad.”
The next morning you wake before Enid does. You groan and get up from your pallet on the floor. “You have a blood kit?” You say absentmindedly. It’s quiet; you know Wednesday can hear you. You swear she wakes up the second the wind blows too hard.
“Of course.” You hear her move around while you clean up the pallet on the ground.
You turn around and see Wednesday setting up the blood draw supplies on her desk. The office chair turned towards you. Such a nice invitation.
You sigh, walking to the chair and sitting in it. “How often do you really take someone’s blood?” You give her your arm when she gestures for it. She presses down on the skin after having you squeeze something.
“Most people don’t offer their blood just for the sake of persuasion.” She finds a vein and wipes the planned incision area with an alcohol wipe.
It’s gentler than you would expect from her. You barely even feel the needle. You look away as the blood flows through the tubing.
“Why?” She says suddenly. Watching you.
“I can’t look at my own blood—“ You ramble nervously. “Not that.” She replies quickly. “Then?”
“Why did you offer your blood?”
Your breath hitches. Wednesday pretends not to notice. “Enid said you’ve been wanting some. Rh-null is far from common.” You try to brush it off. “Plus, I thought you’d like drowning cookie Enid.”
Her face twitches—a small, almost imperceptible movement near her lip. You don’t notice it. “It wasn’t terrible. But I’d much rather have this.” She says as she pulls out the needle. She quickly puts a cotton ball to the inside of your elbow where the blood pools. Her fingers are steady, but moving slightly, as if they yearn to continue being impersonal.
She pulls away and you hold the cotton ball as she grabs the gauze to wrap your small wound. The action feeling more intimate than it truly was.
“You shouldn’t offer your blood for free.” There’s a small shift. She looks up at you. You look at her as well. “Someone might get used to it.”