DISCLAIMED
Somewhere in this sad excuse for a small town, a little french girl is happily beheading her Pink Party Barbie, after carefully dying the Barbie's blond hair a dark shade of purple, and turning the relatively big puffy red dress into the darkest shade of black she could manage.
She sighed contently as she deposited the Barbie's plastic head on a rusty metal bucket of water.
When her mother found her, she screamed. The little girl was just sad that the marker from the Barbie's hair came off.
Her parents decided to send her to a therapist when she is eight.
"Morticia, isn't?" The woman asked with a big fake smile splattered on her face "such a lovely name"
"I think it means deadly" the eight year old girl smiled
The woman gulped, before reminding herself the girl was just a little kid "mmm, I understand your parents send you here because of some accident with one of your friends at school, would you mind telling me what happened?"
"I don't really know why everyone was so upset. The only thing I did was try to paint my doll house black, but Billy Herman kept calling me a freak, so I threw some of my black paint at him"
"Well, first of all, why would you want to paint your doll house black? Black is such a sad color"
"Actually, found it to be a really cheerful color"
"Still, violence is never the answer" the woman scribbled something on her notepad "what about those dolls you have, that apparently bear a striking resemblance with your schoolmates?"
"Oh, those are voodoo dolls" the girl answered brightly
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Voodoo dolls, I made them all by myself" Morticia said proudly
"Why would you make them? Do you want to harm your friends?"
"I don't have any friends" she muttered "but, I don't want to harm them, not unless they do something seriously bad to me, and they haven't done more than calling me names... and egging me, but that was kind of fun''
"But why make the dolls?" The therapist pressed
"Well, its just that they're actually nicer than their human counterparts" she said simply "maybe after a while I might be able to make one of you"
She kept going to see therapists 'till she was fourteen. That's when her parents gave up, after no therapist lasting more than one session.
The Adams family moved next door a few weeks before high school began
She was sitting on the swing set her parents installed back when she was five, when a moving van parked next door. A family of five came out of the car, and started unpacking.
She watched them from her window. She was watching, when they finish unpacking a few days later. She was watching them, when the two boys, one that looked her age and other that looked slightly younger, wrestled in the floor and threw knifes at each other. She really wanted to join in.
She was cutting up some yellow notebook in a corner of a classroom, when Gomez first approached her
"Why are you doing that?" He asked when he sat down next to her
"Huh?"
"Cutting the notebook"
"I don't like it" she muttered
"But, its yours"
"Yeah, but I just bought it, so my dad would stop bugging me about all my notebooks being of dark colors" she explained
"Why? They're great"
"I know right" she smiled at him "I'm Morticia"
"Gomez" he smiled back
When their senior year yearbook came, they had won 'Creepiest Couple'
okay so i know this fandom is probably dead, but i just needed to write morticia/gomez cuz they're too awesome
i apologized because of how much this sucks, and because of such a sucky ending