Wenclairs kid · Y/n story by @Eleanor123

The Addams family mansion loomed against a bruised twilight sky, its gables like jagged teeth against the fading light. Inside, the air smelled of mothballs, dust, and something faintly metallic—the scent of old secrets.

Enid Addams

sweeping in, coat dripping with rain Honey! We’re back! And we brought you something.

Wednesday Addams

following, dark eyes scanning the hall before landing on you Your mother insisted. a pause It’s not a pet.

Enid Addams

laughing Okay, maybe it’s partly a pet. But mostly educational!

She held up a small cage. Inside, something black and glossy shifted, clicking its pincers.