Something I came up with one day. I love the Addams Family Values movie, so that's why I decided to write this fic. I love the idea of Wednesday having a more vulnerable side to herself, soooo here it goes.
Wednesday tried hard not to cry as the can pulled away from the camp, something that surprised her. She never cried, never showed any kind of sadness, let alone any emotion at all.
That all changed when she met Joel.
Joel was your stereotypical nerd: shy, awkward, not particularly attractive at first sight, definitely not someone she would expect for herself, more like someone who would be fun to torture over and over. Still, she found something intriguing about the boy, something buried deep down; she knew there was some sort of evil in there, sadistic to some extent. Wednesday never had a casual conversation about death with someone outside of her family before. They both clicked over their horrid (well, to others) personalities, but she was more up front about her sadistic mind.
"Pugsley." she whispered quietly.
"What is it, Wednesday?" He asked without looking at her. He never did.
"We're going to get to Fester in time, right?" she looked at him questioningly. He only shrugged.
"I'm not as smart as you." he admitted. "But I think we will. He'll realize she's not what he expected. He'll come home."
Wednesday turned back to the window, slightly frustrated with her younger brother. She always had to be the smart one. When Pubert was older, maybe he'll be more insightful, take after her father in becoming and intelligent person.
That is, if she let him live that long. She might have to play a few more "games" with him.
Wednesday twisted around to see the camp, already disappearing except for the orange-yellow glow of the still burning bonfire. She smirked, proud of coming up with her scheme, especially when she had nearly burned Amanda at the stake she had been tied to. God knows that barbie would have deserved it.
She would miss her, in a way. It had been fun pushing her to the limit until she cracked under pressure. The only people she hated more were Gary and Becky, only favoring her small group of over the top cheery-and bitchy-beach blondes.
At least they couldn't bother her now.
Wednesday kept her mind on ways to kill Gary and Becky to keep herself amused for the trip home, hoping it would go by quickly. Soon enough, the familiar and welcoming eeriness of the gothic mansion loomed out of the darkness, just as she imagined tying the couple to a car, then speeding to the max over a rocky terrain. She sighed as she leapt out of the car and knocked on the door.
Never before in her life had she remembered being so happy to see Lurch again.
"Where are my parents?" she asked flatly, but Lurch saw the anxiety in her eyes.
Remaining silent as usual, he led the way to their parent's room, where Wednesday never went very often. She couldn't hear anything coming from Pubert's room.
The whole family turned out to be in their parent's bedroom, surrounding the large bed heaped in black silk and dead vines around the wrought iron frame. Gomez lay delirious in bed, mumbling something about Fester, with Morticia and Grandmama sitting in distress on either side of him. What scared her the most, however, was the severely altered appearance of her baby brother.
Pubert's sleek black locks had transformed into frizzy curls of a ghastly blonde that reminded her of Amanda. His pale complexion was now adorned with rosy cheeks and what were becoming dimples on a nauseatingly adorable smile.
"My darlings, thank goodness!" Morticia held out her arms to her children, who eagerly ran into them. Wednesday had never hugged her mother like this before. Tonight was probably a first time for everything.
"Is father okay?" Pugsley questioned in alarm. Wednesday inwardly rolled her eyes at his stupidity. If Pubert was cured soon, she would definitely let him live longer.
Morticia gazed down at her husband, sorrow glinting in her strange, mysterious eyes.
"Just after Fester went on his honeymoon, Fester sent that letter saying he could never see us again. The next morning, Grandmama found Pubert like this, and Gomez fell ill not long after." she mourned. "What distress Debbie has brought on our family!"
Gomez was staring straight up at the ceiling with a blankness in his eyes that frightened Wednesday; she had never seen her father so pathetic, with such fearfulness and longing. All because Fester decided to fall in love- or lust.
Wednesday made up her mind to give Debbie a slow, violent death as soon as possible.
She spent the rest of the late night and murky early morning by her father's bedside.
Morticia's arm was wrapped tightly around her as she stared expressionlessly down at Pubert. That poor, poor boy.
Wednesday thought about all the crap she had gone through when Debbie arrived. Fester was unwillingly torn from the family while she endured that awful camp, her father and brother falling fatally ill. Not to mention the fact she would probably never see Joel again, she liked him very much. That kiss through the chain linked fence was enough to prove that.
She sighed again as she shifted her gaze to her father, now singing quietly in a quivering voice. Grandmama went to put Pubert to bed, and she hoped that she would wake up from this awful nightmare soon.
Wednesday was a strong girl, and nothing ever fazed her, not even a gruesome murder a few feet away from her. But when her family was being torn apart mercilessly, she had to give in. She leaned into her mother's embrace, hoping that the brightening sun over thin grey clouds would bring better news.
The whole morning passed by agonizingly slowly, as did the afternoon. By the time the sky was darkening, there was still nothing.
Just when she was about to give up her stone cold facade and break down, a noise was heard downstairs. Someone was panting hard.
Fester burst into the room looking like he'd returned from the dead. The expensive white suit he wore was stained and ripped, his body covered in ashes from head to toe. His already hallowed eyes were sunken in even further as he took in the sight before him.
"Gomez!" he gasped as he ran towards the bed, collapsing in front of his brother. Wednesday slid into the shadows.
The whole family watched as Gomez's eyes slowly slid from the ceiling down to his brother, the blankness in his eyes clearing quickly.
"I…I thought you weren't to ever see us again!" he croaked, barely audible.
"I'm here now, brother, I promise!" he sobbed, his whole body shaking. "I'm-I'm not sure about this married life anymore. I want to come home."
"But you belong to Debbie!" Gomez cried out, his words striking like a whip against Fester's mind. "Debbie owns you now!"
Fester shook his head violently, curling in on himself while muffled sobs leaked into the room.
"You…" Gomez dramatically sobbed, "are Mr. Debbie!"
"I am an Addams!" he burst from his position.
"Brother!"
"Brother!"
They fiercely embraced each other, although without violence of any kind; no one was even being thrown against a wall. This was a very special moment for them, indeed.
"Uncle Fester!" Pugsley left her side and ran into Fester's arms.
"Oh, children, I've missed you so!" He looked at Wednesday and held out his other arm hopefully. Wednesday advanced with no emotion.
"She sent us to camp." Fester's face fell.
"They made us sing." There was a collective gasp drawn from the family. Fester's arm was still held out apologetically.
She couldn't resist.
Wednesday ran towards him with relish, enjoying the feeling of his strong, heavy arms wrapping around her. She'd missed him more than she realized. The family surrounded themselves around the bed, Morticia reaching for Gomez and Fester's arms.
"The whole family, all together again at last." She sighed happily. "Three generations above ground!"
Wednesday could have smiled, and this one would have been on her own will.
The happiness was soon to be stopped.
"In-laws!" rang a familiar, horrible sounding voice.
Debbie stood in the doorway, beautiful and psychotic, machine gun in hand.
That's all I've made up for now, I was hoping to elaborate more with the next chapter. Stay tuned and please review!