A/N: More stories based on RP's with AnnaleaseTurner! :D We had a discussion about this theme last night after agreeing we both liked the Addams family and decided to do our little RP on them with babies abandoned into their care. We only own the twins (so far, more OCs are likely to come!) and everyone else belongs to Charles Addams. This story snippet is based around the movies which I find more enjoyable than the TV Series honestly. I named the twins, though AnnaleaseTurner liked the name Payton better than Preston. So this is the first chapter for our Addams family story. Wednesday and Pugsley are also young adults in this story. Pubert also may appear in this story :)
It was a bitter cold evening. A lot of people were tucked away in their nice, warm beds, some are resting by their crackling fireplaces, and some could be enjoying nice and relaxing cups of hot chocolate. However, one woman is out in the middle of the night. She is nearly freezing and is carrying a weaved basket with two infants inside who are tucked away in their new shelter.
The woman looks about and she runs behind the forest and finds a nearby malevolent home that comes off as creepy, but it would have to do for her children. The woman cried as she went to the doorstop, wiping away a nearly icicle tear in her eye and placed her children down.
She clanged the knocker a few times and did her best to scurry away and never be seen again. The woman just quietly prayed the family would take in her children and give them shelter from the currently bitter cold that was nearly winter.
The door opened after a few seconds and a really tall, silent, sickly looking man in a man's night-shirt was there. He grunted as he looked around and then looked down at the basket. He picked it up and looked at its contents. Seeing the infants he just turned and brought them inside.
The infants were both twins. They had wispy black hair on the top of there heads with a strange bit of white in the front. One had it on the left side while the other had it on the right. The boy was the one with it on the right. Both were almost crying by now though the boy was staring at the tall man, who was known as Lurch.
"Who's at the door?" a dry, monotone, yet feminine voice asked from inside the house. The voice came from a young adult woman with her hair worn down like her mother's used to, just as dark as the twins, only she had ivory skin that looked eerie.
Her eyes were also very dark and she looked like she was dressed to go to a funeral as she was in an arm-chair by the fireplace and had a novel in her hands decorated fingernails with ebony like her clothes and home polish.
Lurch came through to the younger adult the basket still in his hands. He shut the door behind him and then grunted again and held out the basket so she could see the infants in the basket. He looked calm, not seemingly fussed that a basket with twins in was placed at their door.
The boy twin blinked slightly as he looked at the woman. He went quiet and just stared at her. The girl twin was quiet too, but she seemed to have been trying to avoid eye contact with the woman.
The young adult woman, Wednesday, took the basket to get a closer look and leaned over to look at the twins. She raised an eyebrow at them, wondering where they came from, why they were here, and how they got here. She seemed to be mostly focused on the boy twin since he was the more calm one around her. "Where did these creatures come from?" she asked as if she were talking about an alien species and not human infants.
Lurch shrugged and then looked at the basket questionably, wondering what Wednesday would want him to do with it and possibly the infants.
The boy twin shifted slightly just to get his hands from under the cover that covered the twins.
While Lurch and Wednesday looked at the twins a man who was about the same age as the woman came down the stairs into the 'lounge'. He was a little chunky but not fat, and his hair was short and a dark brown. "What's that Lurch, Wednesday?" he asked them, his voice wasn't very deep and held a kind of confused and curious tone to it.
Wednesday came over, holding the basket with the twins. "Babies, my brother... Somehow they came on our doorstep... How cliché..." she explained, revealing the man with her was her brother and not a husband of any type. "The owner must have mistaken us for the orphanage."
Lurch watched and wondered what the children he had helped Morticia and Gomez raise.
The boy twin grizzled at the man when he saw him.
The man, who was called Pugsley, looked at both of the twins. "They look so weird..." he said, and then stuck a finger to touch the babies, having not actually touched a baby before, not even his and Wednesday's other brother.
The twin girl stopped her focus on the woman and seemed to have been drawn to the young adult man. She looked at him like he were her father or something, but she didn't coo or babble, she was still silent like her twin brother. She even tried to grasp the man's finger when he reached for her.
Wednesday seemed to be very focused on the boy while Pugsley was focused on the girl. "We can't take care of children... We should call the workhouse."
"No, I wanna keep 'em... One at least." Pugsley said, mostly meaning the girl. He gently wiggled his finger as she held it. She was cute and him being the slightly less 'dark' one of the family found this trait okay.
The boy looked slightly unimpressed and even yawned at the fact his sister was holding Pugsley's finger.
Wednesday stared hard and blankly at the girl and her brother bonding. She then glanced at the boy and noticed he had the very same expression she did. She half way smirked, but it wasn't a full smile that would give the most innocent the shivers of the smile from Wednesday Addams.
Wednesday tickled the boy's chin a little and uttered in the most emotionless voice she could utter. "Coochie coochie..." she said, trying to comfort the boy, though her tone was cold as her demeanor.
The girl giggled at Pugsley and seemed to have been entranced by him.
Pugsely picked up the little girl up out of the basket and held her in his arms and tickled her stomach with the finger she was holding. "I think she's cute," he said. "I don't want her to be sent away."
The boy lightly gripped the woman's finger, though he looked unimpressed. However he didn't look upset at all now, if he had seemed to have been upset.
Wednesday felt deeply moved by the baby boy. She then found herself carrying him and did her best to not drop him on purpose like she had tried to drop her brothers when they were babies. "We'll keep them for now... They'll become the newest members of the Addams family..." she said eerily, then suddenly there was a creepy flash of lighting to set the mood.
The girl didn't cry or flinch at the sudden impact, but she was clinging to Pugsley and looking up at him like she wanted to him to be her father of some sort.
"I'll raise the girl, you could raise the boy!" Pugsely announced, with suggestion. He quite liked this little one, and could tell the boy didn't actually like him.
The boy just looked up at Wednesday and blinked at the lightning.
"Deal." Wednesday stated, since she saw the girl was afraid of her, but the boy was attached to her.
The girl looked up at Pugsley, slightly shivering, but not too much. She then glanced at the older woman coming after them.
A woman with long black hair, red lips, and a tight-fitting dress came down the stairs. "What do you have there?" she asked them, her voice soft and mysterious.
Lurch was watching the scene and then just decided that as most people were awake in the house he'd fetch them all something to drink.
"Babies had been left into our care, Mother," Wednesday explained. "We don't know where they came from or who left them here. We're going to raise the children like our own."
Pugsley held the girl slightly closer to keep her warmer. "Yeah," he smiled, agreeing with Wednesday. He looked down at the girl. "I'll call you Penelope." he told her.
The girl cooed quietly to him once she heard her new name. She then looked at the woman closer.
The boy looked at the new woman too and then concentrated back on Wednesday. He wanted her to be his mother, as she didn't feel that different to him.
Morticia, Pugsley and Wednesday's mother, glided down the stairs and came to look at both of the babies. She was calm and collected as she looked at them. "Their hair is so different and their eyes like ice...Lose the pinkness and they'll fit right in." she said, looking between her children then.
"Payton..." Wednesday named the boy in her arms. "They will fit in just fine. I guess you're a grandmama, Mother..." She looked closer at the twins and saw they would fit in fine with their blended family, but they were too flesh-colored. They would probably pale over time, as all babies were born with some kind of pink, except for members of their family of course.
Payton blinked at the sound of his new name, but the corners of his mouth twitched up slightly.
"Excellent." Wednesday saw Payton grew to know his name already, satisfied with herself and him.
Pugsley looked down at Penelope and smiled. "You like that name, huh?"
The girl barely smirked and lightly waved her fingers at him.
Morticia smiled at both her children. "I'm sure your father would adore them," she told them and noticed Penelope looking at her. "Hello, little one..." she said gently.
Penelope looked up at the woman, feeling slightly nervous around her, but didn't show much of it. She could barely understand what was going on around her, but she knew she would adjust just fine with how Pugsley was raising her.
Morticia then looked up at Pugsley. "Keep her out of the sun and don't coddle her too much." she told him.
"Okay, Mom." Pugsley said.
Lurch came in with glasses of red wine for the adults and bottles filled with something that was steaming. He got their attention as he made his usual groan and held out the tray he was carrying. Wednesday turned to Lurch as he came with wine for the adults and nourishment for the babies. Payton looked at Lurch and blinked at the man, he was so tall, but he seemed kind.
Pugsely took one of the bottles and started to get Penelope to drink it. The baby girl opened her mouth a bit as the bottle was coming for her, she was a bit hungry after her weary travel with her twin.
Morticia took her drink of wine with a nod to Lurch. She then looked at Payton. "Wednesday, I think it would be best to keep him out of the sun too." she said, her voice soft still and mysterious.
"Of course, I learn from the best..." Wednesday told her mother, taking her mother's baby care advice securely this time. She took one of the bottles as well for Payton and tried to remember how she was taught how to properly feed a baby.
Pugsley placed the teat in Penelope's mouth and smiled, it was the same formula that he, Wednesday, and Pubert were fed on. Penelope gently suckled on the milk and looked into Pugsley's eyes.
Morticia gave Wednesday a gentle reminder and then went to sit down to drink her wine. She also gave both her mysterious, but gentle smile.
Wednesday made a mental note of it and propped Payton properly in her arms and let him feed on the formula as she gently sat next to her mother. After she was done feeding with Pugsely, they would help themselves to some wine with their mother. When Wednesday watched Payton drink the milk, there was a hidden twinkle in her eye that came from nowhere.
Pugsley's eyes were kind and were happy that he had a life form that he himself could support. Penelope kept drinking, never taking her eyes off Pugsley. Payton suckled on the bottle looking into his new mother's eyes, this way was of forming a bond. Wednesday looked back into Payton's eyes. She never did smile, but deep inside she was really happy she was taking care of someone who wasn't obnoxious or worth killing. Maybe being a mother wouldn't be so bad. Morticia watched her children with their new little beings.
There came Pugsley and Wednesday's father and Morticia's husband, Gomez, the head of the Addams family household. "I heard some clatter, what may I ask is happening?" he then saw the infant twins. "Where did they come from?" he seemed surprised that his children had children of their own.
Pugsely looked up at his dad. "Lurch found these babies on the doorstep, and me and Wednesday are going to raise 'em." he said, then looked back down at Penelope.
Payton just continued to drink looking at Wednesday. He blinked at Gomez's voice though.
Morticia smiled her usual coy smile at her husband. "We had to get new Addamses somehow."
"That's true," Gomez smiled at his wife and smiled at his children with the babies. He was surprised, but not in a bad way like how his daughter reacted earlier, and he hoped they would make fine additions to the family and carry on the Addams family name.
It was the next morning in the Addams family house, but the sun barely cast a shadow over the gloominess of the residence as it was already dark enough inside as it was outside. Wednesday kept Payton in a bassinet in her room that she had grown up in and Pugsley had kept Penelope in his room he grew up in so they could both hear the babies or needed to actually pay attention to them.
Due to the lack of sun, the twins were starting to lose the pinkness in their flesh, but slowly changed dramatically. Wednesday and Pugsley shuddered from the bright clothes their new children were brought to them in and had changed them into dark rags that they had sewn into clothes that would be appropriate for them and the family. Morticia had made sure the siblings knew that they would only have help if they really needed it, the same that Nana had given to her.