#weems says “Crackstone's crypt”

[hislittleraincloud]

Ah, so it's legitimate suckery and not just any bias I may have

"Crackstone Crypt". Huh. I guess they just really needed an editor. *forgives*

✨four short paragraphs later✨

Oh. Not an editor. Needs a whole ass English lesson.

ETA: It persists throughout. This author legit forced "Crackstone Crypt", not "Crackstone's crypt":

and that provides for some awkward af reading. It's bad writing over a misconstruction:

What is wrong with them? 🤦🏽‍♂️

[toournextadventure]

everyone but her pt.4

a/n: i have no posting or writing schedule fyi. but here we go, we're truckin through. EDIT: previously titled perfect date

Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: swearing, mentions of an autopsy, descriptions of a dead body (not graphic) Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Masterlist)

“Crackstone’s Crypt is overrated,” you groaned, throwing yourself onto Enid’s bed. “It’s gotta be somewhere else.”

“Nowhere else is creepy,” Enid said with a shrug. “That’s all we’ve got.”

“It’s not good enough,” you mumbled more to yourself than to her.

“Just go somewhere else,” Enid offered when you didn’t say anything else.

“I can’t,” you whined. “It has to be perfect.”

You pushed yourself off the bed and up onto your feet. With Wednesday out of the room, you had let your wings free and they shook as you started pacing. Enid had to admit, she rarely saw you this stressed out. You didn’t even freak out like this over finals, and everyone knew you should have been. And yet, somehow asking Wednesday Addams out on a date was going to drive you up the wall.

“It’s not supposed to be stressing you out this bad,” Enid said once you completed your fifth lap around the room.

“I’m not stressed, I’m devastated,” you said, stopping for just long enough to look at her. “I haven’t even asked her out yet and I’m already out of ideas.”

“Then we’ll brainstorm,” Enid said in as chipper of a voice as she could manage. She sat down cross-legged on her bed and started thinking. “What about visiting Nicky?”

“Out of the question,” you said with a shake of your head.

“Wednesday would love it-”

“-Nicky’s off limits.” Your hands shook as you lifted them to rub your face. There was a glassiness creeping over your eyes as you shook your head. “I’m not ready.”

“Okay,” Enid said softly; you knew she had meant no harm, but she still regretted the suggestion anyway. “Then what else would be enough for Wednesday Addams?”

You both looked at each other dejectedly. Enid had agreed that something creepy would have been an excellent idea. You both knew she enjoyed autopsies, torture, and the occasional murder. None of those, however, were legal, so they were off the table. Who knew this was going to be so difficult?

“Are you sure they’re not coming back soon?” You asked as you gestured to Wednesday’s side of the room.

“She and Thing are at a hummer’s meeting,” Enid said with a shrug. She hadn’t asked questions because, quite frankly, she didn’t really care.

“A meeting?” You asked, turning your head back to look at Enid with furrowed brows. “But I wasn’t invited.”

“Are you a hummer?” Enid asked.

“I thought I was,” you mumbled. “Well now that’s just rude.” You turned back to look at Wednesday’s bed with a frown. Your feathers ruffled with your frustration.

“Y/N, focus,” Enid said with a snap of her fingers. “Date ideas.”

“Oh yeah,” you said, “let’s see.” You spun on your heels and started pacing the floor once again. “Wednesday… black… spooky…” Enid smiled to herself as the gears continued turning in your head. “Gothic�� Victorian… old…” You sighed loudly and shook your head. “Abandoned… decrepit- Gate’s Mansion!” You shouted, turning quickly and pointing your finger at Enid.

“Great word association,” Enid said with a tight-lipped smile, “but you might get arrested for trespassing.”

“I bet she’d love it,” you shrugged.

“I don’t have enough bail money for the both of you,” Enid said with a sigh.

“That’s okay! You bail out Wednesday.” You looked off into the distance. “I bet I can convince Principle Weems to bail me out.”

“Okay!” Enid said, causing you to flinch and look back at her. “Next step, how are you finding a body?” You can’t just make one.”

“No, that’ s murder.” You cocked one hip and lifted your left hand to your face, rubbing your chin as you thought. “But homicide-”

“-absolutely not.”

“Fine, we’ll just dig one up,” you said with a huff. “She likes gravedigging.”

“How do you even know that?” Enid asked.

“She told me during tutoring one night.”

“You know what, I’m not questioning it anymore,” Enid said with a shake of her head. The fact that you weren’t disturbed even a little bit by Wednesday’s… hobbies just further proved her belief that you two were perfect for each other.

“Then it’s settled,” you said with a nod to yourself. “We dig up a body, take it to the basement in Gates’ Mansion, she gets to perform her autopsy, and it turns into the best date she’s ever had. No murder involved.” You smiled to yourself. “Thanks for the help, Enid.” You made your way to the door, not even gracing her with a goodbye.

Wait.

“Or homicide,” Enid chimed in before you could finish stepping out of the door.

“You’re a killjoy, Sinclair,” you said as you leaned back in. “What about involuntary manslaughter-”

“-no!”

—---

You had asked her on a date. You hadn’t used that exact word, but that’s what you were asking. You’re going out with me tomorrow, you had said before walking off before she could even answer. Every nerve in your body had been on fire, you couldn’t have waited to see if she would say no. Pretty brave, you would say.

But now you were standing beside a now-open grave, getting soaked to the bone from the rain, and watching as Wednesday continued to dig deeper and deeper. She wasn’t smiling - because why would she? - but it was clear she was having the time of her life. Never had you seen her move so energetically.

“Found you,” Wednesday said. She lifted the lid of the coffin to stare into the fairly fresh body within. “Can you carry him?”

“It would be my pleasure,” you said as you hopped into the grave. Don't be a baby, you thought when your knee ached upon landing.

Even though you were more than happy to be there with Wednesday, you weren’t as big of a fan of dead bodies. Maybe it was the trauma. It’s common fucking sense, you moron, your inner voice argued. No, it was definitely the trauma.

Wednesday stood back and made room for you as you bent down to haul the body over your shoulder. She warned you to be careful with it so it didn’t stretch too much; your stomach rolled at the thought of it stretching in your hands. You swallowed the bile rising in your throat and held on to the body tightly, urging Wednesday out of the grave so she could help pull you up. Well, she tried to help pull you up; truthfully she was no help at all.

"Where to?" Wednesday asked, her eyes wide as she studied the body that you were desperately trying not to focus on.

"Short walk from here," you said and gestured your head in the direction of the mansion. God, the smell of this body was horrendous.

It was a silent walk; with Wednesday it normally was. The only true sound was the rain continuing to pour all around you. Your footsteps were drowned out by the squelching of mud, but it was almost comforting. Truthfully, it reminded you of home.

As soon as the Mansion was in sight, Wednesday's head snapped in your direction. There was a spark of joy in her dark eyes that wasn't unlike that of a child in a candy store. You kept your mouth shut but gestured toward the gates, and she practically ran over to pick the padlock while you trudged the rest of the way.

"Hurry up," you called out once you walked through the gate. "He's getting heavy."

She gave you that murderous stare that you liked so much, but led the way to the side of the house where a single door was located. It was locked; no surprise there. Your eyes trailed down to her boot when she bent down, taking something out of it and getting to work on a door.

“Do you always keep a lockpick with you?” You asked as she continued to work on the lock.

“Of course,” she answered. “You never know when you might need one.”

“Right, right.”

She pushed the door open after only a few more seconds of maneuvering. It was impressive, truly, the way her small lithe fingers could work a lock in less than a minute. But you didn’t stop to think about it before rushing inside to get out of the rain, lightening accentuating the atmosphere when Wednesday closed the door.

“Oh this is creepy,” you mumbled as you walked down the hallway.

You had no idea where anything was in this stupid house. When you had staked it out and brought everything, you had managed to slip through a small window to the basement. Not once had you actually surveyed the layout, so it could take ages before you found out where to go.

“Why do people live in places this big?” You asked when you looked into the fifth cobweb-filled room.

“The Addams mansion is bigger,” Wednesday mused, making you flinch when she silently appeared beside you.

“How do you remember where anything is?” You asked again. She started walking away and you followed behind her.

“Because it’s my home,” she answered.

Of course, you thought with a mocking shake of your head. The body on your shoulders shifted, sliding further down your back and pressing down painfully on your wings. With a grunt, you hoisted it up higher, easing as much pressure as you could and making the weight a little lighter on your legs. For a dead body, he was awfully heavy.

“Find the basement,” you said with a huff. “I’m about to drop him.”

Wednesday nodded at you once before using her sleuthing skills to find the stairs. Watching her work, even just to find something, truly amazed you. The slight tilt of her head when she was thinking, the movement of her eyes betraying her thoughts and emotions, the very methodical way she went through her thoughts. It was all enough to distract you from the burning muscles in your arms and legs.

“This way,” Wednesday called, and youfinally got moving.

Your legs protested, but you trudged your way to where she was standing. Looking down the stairs was probably your first mistake of the night. Digging up a body wasn’t? Your inner voice asked. It was pitch black down there and the stairs looked like they would break if a speck of dust landed on them. You had two bodies’ worth of weight, what if you fell through?

“I’ll go first,” Wednesday said after most likely noticing your hesitation.

“No, I got it,” you said quickly. No way in hell were you going to seem afraid in front of Wednesday Addams.

You took a deep breath in, then essentially fell onto the first step. It creaked, but stayed intact. With a few small nods to yourself, you continued moving. Your feet hit the wood hard with each step, your muscles telling you to stop or they would let you fall down the stairs. But you kept it up, focusing instead on Wednesday’s boots behind you.

When your feet hit the solid floor, you let out a sigh of relief. The hard part was done, and now the real fun could begin. At least, it would if you could find the lights…

The switch flipped and light flooded the room.

“What’s all this?” Wednesday asked, and you turned to face her with a smile as you could finally explain your plans.

“It’s an autopsy da- um.” You looked away. “Party.” Now that’s just stupid.

“For me?” Wednesday asked, looking up at you. Her eyes were wide and her lips were parted ever so slightly; she was surprised.

“Well, you took me birdwatching, so.” You shrugged. “And it’s not like I’d dig up a body for no good reason.”

You walked over to the metal table you had moved to the center of the room and finally, finally placed the body down on it. Even with the body off of your shoulders, you could still feel its weight. The decomposition had stained your shirt and you just knew you would never get it out. Dammit, you liked that shirt…

“Are you going to join?” Wednesday asked as she stood beside you, looking down at the body with a joy that you rarely if ever saw.

“I’ll just be your assistant,” you said with a nervous chuckle. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your experience.”

She turned to face you quickly, the smallest fraction of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. You inhaled sharply as your heart stuttered in your chest. She didn’t even truly smile at you and your heart felt like it was going to explode. You turned around quickly. If she kept looking at you like that, you were going to give her a fresh body to perform her autopsy on.

“Want some?” You asked as you held the Vick’s vaporub out to her.

“No need,” Wednesday said as she turned back to the body. “I enjoy the smell.”

“Well I’m using it,” you mumbled to yourself as you scooped out a generous amount and smeared it underneath your nose. It helped, but by no means did it erase the smell still clinging to your clothes.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” Wednesday asked, that miniscule smile appearing on her lips again and a crack of thunder as added theatrics.

Oh, tonight was going to kill you.

—---

“Good night, Wednesday.”

Enid sat up as soon as she heard your voice from the other side of the door. Her phone read 11:29pm; you had both missed curfew. Did that mean the date had gone well? Wait, neither one of you had used the word. Did the outing go well? Surely it had, nothing was more tailormade for Wednesday than this.

“Good night.”

She didn’t even pretend to be asleep when Wednesday finally came back into the room. Her movements stuttered when she saw Enid sitting there, staring at her with enough excitement that she felt she was going to explode. This was going to be the best night ever.

“Did you have a nice night?” Enid asked immediately.

Any normal person would have thought it had gone bad. After all, Wednesday was soaked to the bone, coated in mud and grime and… other things, and smelled like a dead body. By Enid’s standards, it would have been the biggest disaster in the entire history of the world. But for Wednesday? 

“It was adequate,” she answered.

She immediately went to her closet and grabbed her pyjamas before heading to the bathroom to get cleaned up and ready for bed. But Enid saw the darkening of her cheeks and the small pull at the corner of her lips before she closed the bathroom door. Thing gestured to Wednesday, and Enid nodded in agreement.

“Our ship is sailing,” she said with a smile, giving Thing a fistbump.

Oh yeah. This was going to be amazing.

[ornii]

My Better Bitter Half, Part 8

“As I expected, now stop pussyfooting, and get ready because we’re going to make Bianca’s Dream into a nightmare. I’ll go prep black kitten.” (Y/n) says to his sister, who stands before him in the skin tight black suit, fuming with rage, “I will make every last moment of your life absolutely painful.” She says with venom and he nods “as expected.” He said and walks off, eventually (Y/n) reaches a small clearing that perfectly looks over the lake. He calls in via Walkie-Talkie.

“Alright, Addams 2 to Addams A.” He said, “All Cards Are set. Ready for takeover.” He said and kneels down, readying a bow an arrow, he listens calmly to Weems speaking a ways away.

“I want to welcome you all to the Edgar Allan Poe Cup. This is one of Nevermore's proudest annual traditions, dating back 125 years.

Each team must row across to Raven Island, pull a flag from Crackstone's Crypt, and hustle back without sinking or being sunk. First team to cross the finish line with their flag wins the cup and bragging rights for a year, as well as some special privileges. Let the Poe Cup begin!”

He hears a gunshot ring out and he watches them row, the four teams including his sister rowing away. He watches as they creep closer to the island to get the flag, suddenly the Boat Xavier rows begin to sink. And another topples over and it seems that some foul play was at hand, (Y/n) rose up with his bow and took aim.

“The final two teams are the Gold Bugs...and the Black Cats.” He says. He aims and prepares the arrow tip to Pierce the boat, not hurt anyone of course, he begins to trail off. And let the arrow loose, and it flies, and if by the grace of god or the Devil himself. It ricochets off of the boat, it hits multiple Metal objects and then hits a rock near the oily waters, which somehow sets the oily water on fire, creating a ring of fire around Bianca’s boat and halting them in their tracks. Which gets the Black Cats the win, which somehow was him. Absolutely stunned by this, he shrugs and accepts it,

The winning ceremony began as (Y/n) caught up to Enid who was talking his head off, whilst Wednesday just stares as Weems gives another speech,

“The first Poe Cup took place in 1897 as a way to not only honor Nevermore's most famous alumni, but to celebrate those values that all outcasts share. Community, perseverance, and determination. And we certainly saw those Congratulations to Ophelia Hall!

As a former resident, I will be happy to see the cup back on the mantle after all these years.

The trophy was given and celebrating was afoot. Unfortunately Wednesday was not the social spider her brother was and retreated to a secluded corner of the building, (Y/n) peered down the hall to see her.

“Wednesday? What are you doing down here?”

“Hiding. People keep randomly smiling at me, it's unsettling.” She said and (Y/n) chuckles.

“They’re smiling because they’re proud of you,

You took down Bianca Barclay. Try to enjoy it sister, it’s not often you take down a high scho monarch. And smile a little, Oh, come on, it won't kill you.”

“You know it will.” Wednesday responds, (Y/n) thinks for a moment.

“Well, I suppose, okay what would you like to do to celebrate?” He asks, and Wednesday thinks, and walks off and (Y/n) follows.

“Nevermore continues to be an enigma. A place where the questions far outweigh the answers. But sometimes... the answer is staring you right in the face. Don't worry, Edgar Allan. I see your sanctimonious smirk. But I will get the last laugh.” Night falls and the twins stand before the Edgar Allen Poe statue.

“Ah, a Statue?” He asks.

“Yes, i came across something most interesting, you see Edgar had a penchant for riddles. And this might be his cleverest yet. Because it's not a single riddle. Rather, each line is its own separate one. "The opposite of moon."

“Sun” (y/n) replies:

"A world between ours."

“Nether”

"Two months before June."

“April.”

"A self-seeding flower."

“Pansy.”

"One more than one."

“Two.”

"Its leaves weep to the ground."

“Ah, a Willow.”

"It melts in the sun."

“Ice.”

"It’s beginning and end never found."

“A Circle.”

"Every rule has one."

“Exception.”

"The answer will give a sharp cracking sound." Wednesday ends, and (Y/n) rubs his chin.

“Snap.. Twice.” He says, and the twins do it on unison, snap twice. Mechanisms change and shift inside the statue, suddenly it begins to move back and reveal a flight of stairs.

“Wow, as diligent as ever dear sister. You first.” He says and Wednesday heads in first without much reservation and (Y/n) follows. They enter a library full of books, books that look exactly like the ones she was looking for.

“Hm, books, just like the one Rowan had..”

“Then we’ve found our origin.” Wednesday says. The twins catch the eye of a photo being taken, of their mother. They stare at it together.

“Secret societies. Hidden libraries. Our mother staring at us in a judgmental way. These are all things I should expect. But the minute I inch towards the truth...” (y/n) thinks, from the corner of his eye his sister is bagged and dragged away. He turns around and someone whispers into his ear.

“Sleep…”

His legs suddenly fell weak and he collapses down, he rolls on his back and looks up to his eyes closing not by his choice, and dark shadows surround him. And it all fades to black.

“Luckily, I'm not afraid of the dark.”

[daydream-cement]

The Cedars Have Eyes Ch. 11

Characters: Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Synopsis: Our main characters decide to be honest with themselves and one another.

Authors Note: Huge thank you to @agirlwithtwodogs for talking this chapter out with me! Definitely gave me some direction! This chapter is shorter and MAYBE ITS CORNY BUT ITS BEAUTIFUL TO ME!

You sat in the hot bath water, a shiver running down your back as your body tried to regain homeostasis. Larissa was on her knees on the bathroom floor, scooping cups of hot water over your head, covering your forehead with a hand so it didn’t run all over your face. She was such a good caretaker. You wondered if there ever would have been a day where you could have truly returned the favor.

“You could get sick from getting this cold. The lake isn’t warm enough for swimming.” Larissa scolded, her hand dropping the cup into the water and her fingers dipping down into the water, checking to see if the tub was still warm.

“We didn’t go to swim. Well maybe Rowan did. She pulled me in and… it just reminded me of when we were young. We began racing to the crypt like when we were students here… It was stupid.” You brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them as you spoke.

Larissa paused a moment, rethinking her approach to the situation, “That’s not stupid. That probably was fun…”

“It was… Something grabbed my ankle. It pulled me down into a cave, Larissa. There is an underwater cave and it leads to the crypt. Rowan tried saving me.” You began explaining the rest of the story, “We found the last name and behind the vault door, Crackstone was there. Him and Alias, I think.”

“Alias Mason? The one who killed the council?”

“Yes! I think he is still under Crackstone’s control. He is the one who tried killing us. Well, Crackstone told him to kill Rowan, they wanted me alive.” You took a deep breath and released your knees, submerging them back into the water.

Larissa thought for a moment, remembering the discussion they all had after she visited the Council of 12 Cedars, “So do you think he is looking to control you in the same way?”

“It’s possible, but I don’t know how he controls him…” You were still stumped by that. You were hoping it wouldn’t be another run in with poisonous plants, “Then when they realized we were outside the vault, Crackstone sent Alias after us. We ran up a flight of stairs that led into the coffin.”

“And that’s where I found you…” Larissa finished the story herself.

You both sat in silence a little bit longer. Larissa fidgeted with the bath, draining some water out and replacing it with hotter water, even adding soap so there would be some bubbles.

There had been a lot on your mind after today. Knowing how close you were to your final day, you knew that you had to share everything, “It was so scary. I was crying in the coffin. I couldn’t help it. How am I supposed to save everyone like the trees say when I couldn’t even handle that? Rowan and you were the ones to truly save me.”

Larissa thought for a moment. She thought about the portions of the past few weeks that she hadn’t shared with you. She didn’t have time to speak however because you kept going.

“And I keep trying to protect everyone, but none of it is working. I think I’m hurting everyone more than I protect them….” You thought for a long hard moment and began sharing details that you should have long ago, “I know I’m down to 5 days until the next full moon, but I don’t die in 5 days. I die in 8 days. I’ll be trapped down there for 3 days… I don’t know what’s going to happen to me.”

Larissa felt her breath catch at the revelation. How she desperately wished you would have told her sooner. Your vulnerability and openness made Larissa question herself, “I’ve been trying to protect you too. Now, I’m beginning to question if I haven’t been honest enough with you.”

You look up at her. Deep down you could feel Larissa guarding you from the truth of some sort, “What is it?”

“When I visited the cedars… They told me that you were going to save everyone, but I am supposed to save you. I don’t know how, but I plan on fulfilling my destiny.” Larissa’s determination was admirable. You were still reeling from the cedars providing her with a specific role in all of this.

“We are ridiculous,” You looked into Larissa’s eyes, shaking your head, “All this time, we should have been working as a team, but we were too busy trying to protect one another.”

“Better late than never.”

———

You sat on the kitchen counter, wearing an old sweater of Larissa’s. She was heating up food for the both of you. You both continued admitting a variety of withheld secrets from one another.

“Those dreams about the vines: I was having then since the meeting house and for a week or so before the sleepwalking. The dreams about being buried alive started as soon as I went into the crypt that first time. I remember going out into the woods to scream just to feel something. I lied to you and told you I just went for a walk.” You admitted, staring down at the kitchen floor, “I found out about where the Council of 12 Cedars was from a dream too.”

“I made Mr. Ottinger tell me where I could find the Council. I didn’t go out there thinking I would speak to them, I just wanted to look around. I was horrifying watching those outcasts consumed by trees.” Larissa shivered at the mere thought of the horrors from that day. This triggered a new thought for you however, “I know Lesil said that Alias didn’t mean to hurt the outcasts but it was-”

“What if I hurt students? What if he takes control of me and I hurt students or other teachers? Larissa, what if I hurt you?” The what-ifs came pouring in and the anxiety began to blossom in your chest. Larissa left the stove unattended so she could pull you into a hug. She loved when you sat on the counter when she cooked, it made you that much taller and that much easier to love on.

“That’s what I’m here for. We will make sure that the students are somewhere safe. I plan on being at your side or helping you however you need.” Knowing that you were less alone in this whole situation by having Larissa and Rowan there for you made the whole thing feel that much easier.

“I’m not ready to die…”

———

You and Larissa laid in bed together, her head resting on your chest. This evening had brought you even closer together, making you wish that you had been more open and communicative during your entire relationship. Like Larissa said, better late than never.

You had her fingers interwoven with yours. You brought them to your lips, pressing kisses to each individual digit. You had so much love for this woman and the fact that you couldn’t spend more time with her was torture. With how honest you had both been tonight, you knew you had to share one final thing.

“Larissa… I wasn’t going to talk to you about this. I actually was just going to wait for you to find it after I was gone, but it wouldn’t be right.” You pull your fingers away from hers and reach into your bedside table, pulling out a black box.

Larissa’s breath hitched, already assuming what was to come next.

“It’s too soon. I know that, but under the circumstances I wanted you to know that I was so happy I could spend the rest of my life with you. There is no one I would rather die loving than you.” With that you opened the box revealing a simple ring with a few small diamonds laid into it. You heart beat so loudly in your chest, you wondered if she could hear it.

“Oh, Fern…” Larissa shifted, propping herself up on an elbow so she could look at you.

“I know it’s fast. If we had more time, I wouldn’t have done this so-” She shut you up with a kiss, fully understanding why you had done what you did.

“Yes. I’m yours.” She pulled the ring from the box and slipped it on her finger. You couldn’t help but cry from how happy you were. In any other timeline, this would’ve been extremely out of the ordinary for you. In this moment, however, you knew you could rest easy knowing that she would be yours until the day you died.

Link to Chapter 12

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Jealous Girl

Chapter Twenty One

Xavier Thorpe x fem!oc

A/n: Taken from my Wattpad made at the beginning of 2023, some written mistakes and i had a note about what happen with Percy Hanes White, that note will put put at the end of this chapter.

Also ignore mistakes please i wrote this whilst looking at the tv show so if it says that someone looks at something but it didnt state what, ignore it im sorry.

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Everyone was waiting for Wednesdays signal, their signal to come out and confront Tyler. Everyone except Évangéline.

Previous night

"Évangéline!" It had been the most emotion Évangéline had seen come out of Wednesday.

"Wednesday, I'm really not in the mood." Évangéline attempted to walk away, not in the mood for anything. It all happened so fast with Xavier. He was innocent, how could Wednesday not see that?

"Évangéline, I know you're mad-"

"Mad? I'm more than mad! I've said this so many times Wednesday, you need to get out of your fantasy world before you hurt someone. Well guess what, you have hurt someone! Xavier is in a cell, because of you. Enid may have forgiven you, but that doesn't mean that you haven't frightened her enough. And I've been hurt because of you." Évangéline's eyes were beginning to water. "I genuinely thought we could've been friends."

"I kissed Tyler!" Wednesday said the first thing that came to mind to stop the taller girl to leave, immediately regretting her choice of words.

"Wednesday! I dont care! Why on Earth would I care that you kissed Tyler, especially when the only boy I have ever liked is most likely going to rot away in a jail cell. We aren't friends."

And with that Évangéline walked away, leaving a stunned Wednesday rethinking everything since she arrived at Nevermore.

Évangéline had meant everything she said the previous night, and only regretted it a small bit. What if Wednesday never saw them as friends so when she was yelling about not wanting to be friends-

She shouldn't be thinking like that. That Sunday went by fast. Nothing to do, and everyone seemed to be busy; especially at night.

Over the following days, Wednesday had been expelled. There was no counting on Wednesday to right the wrongs she made; she had made multiple mistakes and left them for someone else to clean up.

Wednesday had officially left and on that night, Évangéline had gotten a knock at the door. She knew it wouldn't be Yoko, as she was doing late night studying. Opening I'm the door she had seen someone or something she wasn't expecting.

"Thing?" Was all she could get out before Thing was ushering her to Enid's room.

Opening the door, she saw Enid on the phone to the bee boy, Eugene she thinks his name is, and Ajax on her bed.

"Evan?" Ajax asked, confused that Thing had brought her here.

"Jax?" Évangéline asked, also confused, seeing as he was on Enid's bed. Ignoring everything weird about the situation, Thing jumped onto Enid's bed signing too quick to decipher.

"Slow down." Enid tried to calm the hand, crouching in front of it. Thing complied and signed that Weems was dead.

"Enid, what the hell is going on." Not getting anything Ajax looked in between the two girls, wanting to be involved.

"What about Wednesday?" Évangéline joined in, also crouching down to Things level.

"Tyler and Thornhill took her?" Enid looked towards Évangéline. "Where?" Thing signed again, scaring the two girls.

"Crackstone crypt?" They both asked. Thing then signed something, something to do with nightshades.

"Who are the nightshades?" Enid asked both Thing and Évangéline. Earning a shrug then a point to the other member of the group.

Seeing that Ajax had been found out, he let out a sigh. "I'll explain in the way."

The group of four had made there way to a place Évangéline had been before. "I've been here before." She spoke to Ajax.

"Wait what?" Yet again, confused as it was a secret society.

"Long story, kinda."

"I can't believe you're in a secret so and you didn't tell me." Noticing Enid's distress, she stepped out of the conversation.

There were sets of footsteps, probably the other nightshades. "So, what's the deal with Thornhill being a psycho?" Bianca stood in the middle of her other siren friends.

"She murdered Weems and then took Wednesday to Crackstones crypt." Ajax explained, finally getting something that had happened.

"We have to get everyone in the school to safety before it's too late." Whilst Enid was explaining, Évangéline showed the drawing of Wednesday and Crackstone.

"So do we pull the fire alarms?" Kent asked.

"We don't want to cause a panic and alert Tyler or Thornhill." Divina explained. "So how do we get everyone out?"

"Well use our siren song to convince them." Bianca turned to her fellow sirens, ripping off their necklaces.

"Thing and I will look for Wednesday." Enid suggested.

"I'll go with you." Évangéline offered.

"Evan, you need to help everyone else into getting out of school."

Évangéline had music blasting her headphones, blocking out the siren song and helping people out of the castle. Everything had been going to plan, inside Nevermore. That was until Crackstone and Thornhill burst through the door.

This caused the students to scream out of terror, running away fast. Évangéline was with Bianca and Ajax on the walkway over looking the courtyard.

"I will expunge you abominations from this Earth!" Crackstones voice echoed, causing shivers to go down Évangéline's back.

He slammed down his staff, causing sparks to emit for the base and striking fire through the courtyard. "Get down!" Évangéline pulled Bianca down with her, seeing as she had a slow reaction. The trio just barely missing the fire.

Évangéline had a bad feeling. Something she was getting quite often. Running back to the courtyard, she met up with Bianca. Only nodding to each other, they continued their journey.

They arrived at the courtyard, seeing Wednesday struggling underneath the power Crackstone held. Both of the girls had the same idea, take the attention away from Wednesday.

Picking up the larger shards of a shattered sword, both girls wrenched it into the back of the living corpse. His scream deflected off of the walls of the courtyard, as the sword created embers in the man's chest.

Retreating the weapons, Crackstone turned his attention into the opposers, hitting both of them back, and far. Noticing that Bianca had more of a harsh push, she tensed her powers making her have a softer landing.

This bought Wednesday enough time. Herself stabbing into the chest of Crackstone. Pushing deeper and deeper. Wrenching the blade, not carrying about the cuts it caused to herself.

The dead man was slowly turning into ash, drifting away mixing with the wind. His body exploded, burning out any of the present fire. He had only left his ring.

Wednesday had won.

[hislittleraincloud]

Sorry, but the above post's conclusion is incorrect. 🫠💀✨

In before the "Happy Birthday Wednesday" posts that will no doubt come on the 13th of this month.

Netflix Wednesday is not a Libra♎. She is a fiery Scorpio♏.

And I'm not just writing that because it benefits me and my intentions with my own story. This is all Netflix Canon (N/C) that people seem to have just...overlooked for some reason.

The events of the show take place within the span of about/just over one month,

from the beginning of October 2022 (when she attacked the water polo team/Dalton) to mid-almost late-November 2022. Five weekends of action go by:

Harvest Festival***,

Poe Cup****,

Rave'N,

Parents' Weekend, (This one is an 'off' date, if only because of the suicide note, but regardless of the 9th, the weekend is still in November.)

Mayor Walker's funeral. We know that Outreach Day was on a Wednesday, since Fabian was murdered that night, and Wednesday went to the morgue the next night and states that it's "Thursday, 7:23 P.M." into her recorder during her preliminary autopsy. Enid faints at the Bundy Board (LOL) the next day which is a Friday, etc., etc. Friday was actually a very busy day for Wednesday, no wonder she needs quads over ice. 💀

Mid-fall semester (we know it's fall/autumn because of the Harvest Festival...I grew up around these things because I'm a Masshole) is about mid-October, since the U.S. school semester starts in either late August or at the latest now is early September and ends a few days before Christmas break in December (that's not counting Thanksgiving break in late November, which is shorter and purportedly the break that's taken early). That's when Wednesday arrived at Nevermore, and the Poe Cup was the weekend after she arrived.

ETA #482637263: Outreach Day happens the week after Wednesday arrives at Nevermore. Donovan tells Noble that he "ran into [Lucas] and his friends at the Weathervane last week" on Outreach Day.

The Rave'N is a Sadie Hawkins Halloween dance, and theirs takes place the last weekend in October 2022.

The next weekend after the Rave'N is Parent's Weekend, which means the first week of November's already passed.

The suicide letter in this scene was likely misdated thanks to a very shitty props department, as it should be closer to the 4th or 5th according to character dialogue (Parent's Weekend happens a week after the Rave'N). But whatever, it is dated November 9, 2022 by the fast & loose props and editing department (and since Burton signed off on it, it's canon). Maybe props was trying to be cute because November 9th was a Wednesday.

Pretty much right after her parents leave, Enid and the Nightshades throw her the surprise birthday party in Crackstone's Crypt (beginning of Quid Pro Woe/6). It would make sense that her birthday was November 13th/Sunday, since everyone was already casual, and the next day would have been a school day, when Wednesday was up drawing the Gates Mansion gates. We also know that they asked Thing to hide her Taxidermy Kit birthday present during their visit, and the ice was still pretty cold/hadn't melted yet, so her birthday was right after they left. (Note that they didn't even acknowledge it before they left...LOL...that dynamic is something I'm exploring in my fic. I also acknowledge that for all we know, it could be ✨magic ice 🧊✨).

Things we cannot put stock into:

The actual real world Full Moon calendar, and applying it to the show's timeline. The show is a mess when it comes to this and the writers took very big creative liberties with the Full Moons. The Beaver Blood Moon, the lunar eclipse moon, happened November 8th. On the show, that "Blood Moon" was fictionalized, and happened well after the 8th. So yeah...the show's full moons do not coincide with our reality. And that's fine, it's just a feature of their world's rules. Kinda like being on Tatooine and having three moons. Perhaps the differing moon thing is intentional, given the focus on moon phases with the Nightshades' emblems:

🌚🌒🌓🌔💀🌖🌗🌘🌚

What Wednesday says about her birthday to Weems *. It was her first few hours stepping foot in Nevermore, and Wednesday was out to create an image for herself...one where she says crap for shock value/mess with people she doesn't know. She was born in mid-November, but it's quite possible her parents lied about it being Friday the 13th since November 13, 2006 was a Monday (and it probably didn't occur to Wednesday to question it). Or, Wednesday knows it's a lie and just pushes it. Regardless, Netflix canon-wise, she was born sometime after November 9th (the date of Reggie's fake suicide note). For me as a writer, it seemed to make sense to keep the day at 13 no matter where it landed, since it's obviously easier to lie to a child about which day of the week they were born ☠️

*Another example of her First Day lies (though she does continue her messed up lies throughout the show) is what she says to Enid during her tour.

Enid: Rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school and your parents pulled strings to get you off.

Wednesday: Actually, it was two kids, but who's counting....

She didn't kill anyone. She just maimed/castrated Dalton.

I know y'all want her to be a Libra for some reason but it just doesn't work in this version of canon...or really, any version of canon if we're just talking about astrological signs. Our girl is a Scorpio...anti-social, manipulative, violent, and passionate about the things she's passionate about.

This is nowhere near N/C Wednesday's personality...even the most twisted fan fiction can't get her these unless she had a brain transplant with someone like Enid:

When I first saw the gifs and posts in this fandom back in the spring about her being a Libra I just couldn't. It's still puzzling, it's almost like the basic qualities of the signs are being ignored because everyone is neglecting to see her sarcasm for what it is (meaning that essentially, if this were a real world thing, her ruses are working to confuse).

This here embodies who N/C Wednesday is:

(Though for her, those weaknesses are her strengths.) That's just one site, I'm not an astrologer, etc., but I've known the basics since I was a kid and was interested in this crap (😂 I read a lot of weird shit when I was little).

Anyway. Sorry to tip any Libra ♎ scales. In Netflix Canon it's impossible, since she first arrived at Nevermore in mid-October.

ADD 10/13/23: Since today is the day fanon is going to rear its head, I have another tidbit: It also makes sense that Wednesday was conceived on 'the most romantic day of the year':

Gomez and Morticia probably had a really, really nice Valentine's Day. 🫠✨

***I damn near forgot about the Harvest Festival, but that only strengthens my timeline, since it just adds another weekend and would place the Rave'N on the 29th of October.

**** God, these extra notations are insane so I'm just going to have to make another whole ass post. TECHNICALLY the Poe Cup takes place on a Tuesday, unless we're adding days in between Ophelia Hall's victory and when Wednesday first goes down to the Poe Statue (like I do in my story), because Wednesday does say that Xavier "didn't seem surprised when she showed him the drawing LAST NIGHT", which means via show canon: Poe Cup & Nightshades kidnapping = Tuesday, Outreach Day/Fabian's murder = Wednesday, Wednesday at the morgue = Thursday, Wednesday asks Xavier to the Raven/gets dumped on (and Xavier gets his "last minute invitation" from Bianca) = Friday, Rave'N = Saturday. But it makes zero sense to put the Poe Cup on a random Tuesday, unless the date itself is important for it.

Wednesday's Zodiac Sign is Libra!

Investigating post...

Establishing show timeline:

1. Claim: the Year is 2022

Proof: Weems! The first Poe Cup took place in 1897 and the current one is the 125th...thus, 2022.

Now lets narrow that year down to at least a season. I say Fall!

2. Claim: The Show runs from somewhere September-ish to about late-November/Early December.

Supporting clues:

School is already in session in the first episode. Could be anywhere from first school day to several.

Undetermined time later we learn that Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term implying that it's not definitely not between terms or end of school year.

Wednesday tries to escape during the Harvest Festival which is typically a Fall event.

Weather: everyone is running around in light clothes and leaves are bright green in the first two episodes, going steadily browner and yellower. SNOW in the last episode. Which means that Season 1 definitely ran before the Winter and ended with an early Winter break.

Number of full moons in show: 3

Episode 1: Why aren't you wolfing out? My guess is that this was the September full moon around mid-month because school was already in session.

Then we know that no more than a week passed between Episode 4 and 5 because in E4 Wednesday sneaks into the coroners office just before his last day (and Thing sticks bubblegum on the camera) and in E5 Reggie the coroner dies...and the Sheriff claims he saw him last week.

Episode 6: Wednesday's birthday episode and the Gates Mansion incident.

My guess is these things all happen in October because we haven't had a full moon episode since the first and the few time flags we do have indicate that only a couple of weeks could have passed since Ep1.

Episode 8: Full bloodmoon. Enid Finally wolfs out.

Logically since the Gates Mansion full moon wasn't a blood moon an entire month must have passed between Ep6 and 8 making this somewhere around November which matches the weather signals.

3. Claim: Wednesday could only have been born on 13th October 2006.

Now this is just math. We know from Episode 6 that she's turning 16.

So that means she was born in 2006.

It's standard Addams Family lore that Wednesday was born on Friday the 13th.

And 2006 only had two Friday the 13ths: January and October.

And since we established that the show runs during the Fall semester...

Wednesday could only have been born in October - which is right on brand for her anyway because it's also the month of Halloween! YAS!

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The Cedars Have Eyes Ch. 18

Characters: Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Synopsis: Fern experiences the afterlife.

Authors Note: I say this every time, but THIS was my favorite chapter to write.

You awoke. Your surroundings were just as you hoped the afterlife to be. A prairie. A tall grass prairie. You felt like you were back home in Wisconsin.

The grass raised high around you. Big and little bluestem. The purple coneflower. The grass swayed gently in the breeze. You took a deep breath in and released it slowly. It was nice to have a few moments without any pain.

You sit up slowly, taking in the surroundings. You see oak trees and a herd of bison in the distance. This certainly wasn’t modern times. To your left, you see a small group of people standing around and talking. One of the women in the group was a tall blonde with her hair pinned back, you grew excited at the familiarity if the woman. When she turned around, you were disappointed to see that it wasn’t Larissa. She waved at you, however, beckoning you to them.

You stood and walked to the group. You let your hands dance across the tops of the grass, enjoying the sensation as they passed across your palm.

The woman met you part way. She wore the biggest smile on her face and was dressed in traditional colonial clothing. When she was close enough, she took your face in her hands, “It’s wonderful to meet you, Fern Rogers. We can’t thank you enough for all you have done.”

Her voice was incredibly familiar. She was the voice from the Council of 12 Cedars. Your expression caused her head to tilt, “I'm Lesil Davies. Shapeshifter.”

“One of the Council?”

“Self-appointed leader.” She shrugged. Her demeanor screamed that she was stern and in control. Maybe she was a distant relative of Larissa, “But I don’t want to talk about me. We need to talk about you.”

“Me?” You ask, curious to know why you were the woman of the hour, so to speak.

“Come. We will sit and I can explain.” Lesil led you back to the others, introducing them one by one along with their power. Alias wouldn’t look at you as she introduced him. You couldn’t tell is he was ashamed of himself or if he was ignoring you out of spite.

Together you sat on a log and for a moment you watched the 11 others interact with one another. Everyone seemed to be in a celebratory mood.

“You have freed us, Fern. Our souls have been held captive, but killing Crackstone once and for all freed us, even Alias there.” Lesil held your hands in hers as she spoke. She had a mothering air about her, “We can finally be at rest.”

“Why did Alias help Crackstone?” You had to ask. His answer when you were in the crypt wasn’t enough.

Lesil gazed over to the other outcast, her look turned sad, “They were in love when they were kids. They couldn’t be separated. Just adored one another, but Joseph really began to cling to religion after his father died, using it as a weapon against others rather than a tool for good.”

“Outcasts didn’t always scare him. He loved Alias’ abilities. Joseph’s love turned controlling and after a while he just used Alias to help only himself. It was hard to watch Alias continue to love him even after Joseph murdered him too.” Lesil turned back to you. It was obvious she was incredibly upset talking about this subject, but she persisted, “Alias saw how you and the sequoia fought for one another. It really put his relationship with Joseph into perspective.”

You looked down to your feet, pondering her statement. Larissa. You hoped she was okay, “I miss her.”

“I know. She misses you as well. Your sequoia is a smart one.” Lesil seemed proud to say it. Their kinship as shapeshifters gave Larissa a special place in Lesil’s heart.

“Who will watch the forest?” You ask. Now knowing they were all at rest, they had no reason to remain on the earthly plane.

“We were hoping you and your sequoia could do that for us.” Lesil’s eyes flashed with knowing. She knew what was to come. After all, the cedars have eyes.

There was a rumble in the earth almost like it wanted to break apart under your feet. Your face fills with concern and once again you look to Lesil for answers, “What was that?”

“Your time with us is running out.” Lesil only smiled. Gosh, you hated how cryptic she could be. Then she gave your arm a squeeze before she stood, “It was wonderful knowing you, Fern. You will do great things.”

She then left you alone. You weren’t alone for long, however, as Alias took her place. Immediately you frown. You had no trust for this man.

“I-I wanted to apologize and thank you.”

You could only stare at him, confused by his words and skeptical at his potential motives.

He pushed onward, “I was sure he still loved me, but I’m not sure he was capable of that anymore. When you were with your sequoia, I just… I knew what Joseph and I had wasn’t right. I needed you to kill me. I needed you to kill him. Everything needed to stop.”

Your face remained expressionless. You were terribly sad for Alias at his heartbreak, but you were proud that Larissa’s and your love seemed to hold such power, “I’m glad that I could help.”

The ground shifted again.

“It’s time, Fern. Watch over the forest and your sequoia.”

You didn’t know what it meant, but Alias was smiling at you. It seemed to be positive. Then he pushed you. He gave you a firm shove, causing you to trip over the back of the log.

You didn’t hit the ground, however. Instead you awoke with a start to the sound of cracking. It continued. Getting louder and more severe. You had experienced this before in your dream. The coffin was caving in around you.

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Larissa and Rowan sat on the docks. They were covered in soil and they were exhausted. After a long night’s digging in the greenhouse and at your gravesite, they finally transferred the sequoia tree from one place to the other.

Rowan’s head was against Larissa’s shoulder, “Maybe it just takes time.”

“I cannot believe that it didn’t work. I was sure that the sequoia would have woken her up.” Larissa wasn’t crying. She wanted to, but it was almost like her tears had ran out.

Rowan didn’t know what to tell Larissa. Part of her wished the shapeshifter would give up so both of them could begin healing, but who was she to judge the other woman’s grieving. Rowan took Larissa’s hand between her own, only able to offer physical comfort at the time. She looked down at Larissa’s hand and saw the silver band with diamonds sitting on her ring finger, “What is this?”

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[daydream-cement]

The Cedars Have Eyes Ch. 5

Characters: Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Synopsis: Picking right up where we left off last chapter, Fern is concerned with the future. The team works together to see if they can tie some of the clues together

Authors Note: First, thank you to @wlwmitchell for your description of Crackstone last chapter ;) Second, I love this story line so much, thank you for reading.

You walk back home. You throat feels raw from screaming. The feeling of being in the casket is starting to fade, but you needed to feel it on your skin.

When you get home, you make sure to quietly close all of the doors, not wanting to wake Larissa. You head straight for the bathroom, turning on the shower. You strip, leaving all of your clothes in a pile, and step into the steaming water. This is hotter than you normally would like but you want to feel the nerves on your skin firing.

You stand looking away from the showerhead, standing just far enough so the water would hit your head and run over your face. It felt incredible. You felt alive.

You were too in the moment enjoying the feeling of moving our limbs and feeling the scalding water to hear Larissa come into the bathroom. You were lightly running you nails across your skin, trying to cut the memory of being in the casket from your brain.

Larissa had removed her own clothes, and opened the shower door, joining you without asking. She didn't scare you however when you felt her naked body press against your back. The feeling of her skin was far too familiar for it to be anyone else.

She hugged you from behind, her lips pressed to the side of your head, "Where did you go?"

You enjoyed the feeling of her wet skin a moment more before answering, "I went for a walk."

"At 2am?"

"Yes."

Larissa didn't have any more questions. She knew you weren't telling her everything, but she probably knew that whatever you weren't sharing, she probably didn't want to know. You weren't going to tell Larissa that you were probably going to die.

You turned around in her arms, hugging her tighter. You don't know how long you stood together in the shower like that, but when you finally finished up the shower and got dressed, it was time to head to work.

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"Guys this is looking good. Really good." Rowan finished writing the last dead outcast's death date on the chalk board. There were now 11 in total that you had taken from the crypt, but there may have been more down there.

"Gregor Smith. You know, I think we have a painting of that man down in the Nightshade's library." Larissa spoke up, leaning against the edge of Rowan's desk.

"Alias Mason was a horticulturalist," You chime in, scanning the list of names for anything familiar, "One of the first outcasts gifted with plants in America."

"Sarah Downing was a vampire." Rowan added. It felt like you were all getting somewhere. By knowing the names of these outcasts, perhaps you could find more about them. Then you could figure out what they all had in common.

"Shall we split up the names, do some research and come back together on Monday after classes?" Larissa suggested, her hand raising to your back just looking for contact. Ever since this morning she knew something was off with you. Now she was just trying to find ways to comfort you.

Rowan nodded, biting her lip as she stared at the chalk board, then she turned back to Larissa and you, "I think we should go to Crackstone's crypt and take a look around."

Larissa's hand stopped rubbing your back, you knew that she hated that idea. She wanted to keep you are far from there as possible. You looked up at her without saying a word, almost looking for her approval, hoping she would say yes so you wouldn't have to beg.

"Yes... We should." Larissa didn't want to agree with Rowan, but if you wouldn't have been involved she would have been gung-ho, so she decided to try to restrain her protective tendencies.

You smiled, bobbing your head in excitement and then leaned into her side as a thank you.

"Meet by the docks in half an hour? I need to go change into something more suited for an adventure." Rowan was delighted at Larissa's willingness to explore the crypt.

Larissa nodded, keeping her anxieties to herself.

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"I'll stay by you the whole time." You reassure Larissa as you walk hand-in-hand to the lake to meet Rowan. You had both changed out of your dress work clothes for something more casual. For once, Larissa was wearing jeans and walking shoes rather than a dress and heels.

Larissa had remained quiet for the most part, trying to control that motherly, protective instinct that kept her wound so tight. Her hand kept a tight grasp on yours. She wanted to just get this over with.

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Rowan was the one to open the crypt door, taking a deep breath as she walked in, "Gosh. You gotta love that old crypt smell."

Larissa scoffs with a smile, happy that someone broke the nervous energy of the group. While Larissa no longer held your hand, you could feel her by your side at all times. You all held flashlights to help you see your way through the room.

You saw the big stone coffin in the middle of the room, no longer containing the body of Joseph Crackstone. You don't remember the crypt being so detailed on the inside. Rowan and you had snuck in a couple of times to smoke some weed you found while you were home for the summer. Thousands of things could be clues, and you had no idea what you were looking for.

You wandered around one side of the room with Larissa and Rowan was looking around the other side. You took pictures of the Latin phrases with your phone, hoping to translate them all when you got home.

"Fuckin' raggedy ass..." Rowan spoke up behind you. You turn to see her staring at a bronzed casting of Crackstone's face. Larissa let out a laugh, shining her flashlight towards the stone coffin in the center of the room.

"Should we open it?" You ask, looking up at Larissa. You reach a hand out to touch the emblem on the side, that familiar warmth spreading in your finger tips.

"No..." Larissa shook her head, not wanting anything to do with whatever lay inside.

There wasn't much for you to find there. There was the translations to be made, but that seemed to be the extent of the discoveries. After about 45 minutes, you all decided to call it, finding nothing in the main room. On your way out, you glance back at the coffin, wondering if you should have taken a peek inside.

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You woke up in the casket once again. You wanted to roll your eyes. Let's just get this over with. Everything began repeating as normal. First came a crying Rowan then the red-eye Larissa.

The same voice came from the back, "Oh, she was just too late. There was nothing to be done..."

Larissa leaned down in towards you, "You better keep your promise. You better come back to me."

What promise? What had you promised her? And she closed the casket. You couldn't move. You couldn't scream. Time to be buried.

The dream continued on. You could hear the dirt hitting the top of the casket. You wanted to throw up. This was the worst thing you could possibly think of. Once the sound of dirt hitting the casket became muffled, you assumed it was piled on so high that you just couldn't hear it anymore.

It felt like eternity. You wished you would wake up. Why did you just have to sit in this coffin?

A creaking noise came from around you. It grew louder until you heard a crack. The coffin was caving in around you.

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You awoke with a start, sitting up immediately. You tried centering yourself, slowing down your breathing. You felt a hand on your back.

Larissa was still laying down, her eyes half open, "Fern...?"

You take a deep breath, knowing if you didn't lay back down, she would start to get suspicious. You lay back down, but this time you folded yourself into Larissa's arms.

"Did you really mean it? When you said that you would pull yourself from the grave and crawl back to me..."

"Yes." You respond, your voice muffled by her chest.

"Do you promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

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