i had begging so i thought i'd update. i didn't think this little fic would be so popular. i hope this works out to the quirkiness since it's been a while.


"I don't ever want to go near a place like that ever again, Matthew. Do you hear me? And you! You ran off somewhere." Amanda growled, turning to Bradley.

"I-" He gasped, happy his voice was back. "I just went to McDonald's next door, that's all."

"Oh, good, you're talking again."

"Yeah, looks like it."

Bradley ignored his parents talking in the front seat as he pondered all that had happened that night. Although October's mother scaring his half to death was kind of funny, he weirdest thing about the night was that October had feelings. Not that he didn't think she did, but he thought for a while that she was a stoic bitch. Seeing her saddened by what the woman had said made him see October in a new kind of light. Although she was a little cooky and quirky, she was somehow delightful. She was a good, strange breath of fresh air for Bradley.

"I can't believe Glicker actually married her and they produced a new breed." Matthew said. "I remember him when he was the odd man out at camp."

"He didn't seem too bad." Bradley said from the backseat.

"He's not the problem. It's that family he married into. Bradley," Amanda turned to him and looked at him gravely, her blue eyes staring into his. "I want you to stay away from them. They're evil people."

"They seem more like the type to not hold anything back."

"How do you mean?" Matthew asked his son.

"Well… Take for instance, Mom and the Camp Chipewa thing. You got on Mrs. Glicker's nerves so she waited for the right moment to attack, so to say. They were forced to do things they didn't want by both family and the camp councilors, so they got rid of the camp. They seem more… absolute about things."

"Do we need to take you back to private school?" Amanda asked.

"What? No, why?"

"What your mother is saying, is that there is no excuse for what happened to good ole Chipewa. Technically, they committed at least three or four serious charges. Arson, stolen property, attempted murder, driving without a license…"

Bradley lifted his eyebrow at that one.

"No matter. No son of mine will be around an Addams."

Bradley crossed his arms in the back of the Buick and sighed. Good thing I didn't tell them I sit beside her everyday.


Wednesday sipped some tea as she watched the Glickers throw their bags into the back of their car. Joel was talking to them but whatever he was saying, it looked like they were going to have no part of it. Mrs. Glicker turned to her son and was saying something, pointing at him. They all looked up at Wednesday in the window and she lifted her cup as a farewell. Mrs. Glicker spun around and the two climbed into the car. If the two had turned around, they would have seen Wednesday grin for the first time in decades, her white smile reflected in the moonlight.


The next day, Bradley was startled by a book being slammed onto his desk. He looked up as October looked down at him.

"You requested to read this."

Bradley looked at it and saw that it was The Pilgrim Sarah Miller and looked over at October as she sat down.

"Thanks… You look tired."

"I was up all night."

"Looking for this?" he asked, holding up the book.

"What? No, I was oiling the stairs."

"Oiling the… stairs?"

"Yes."

"…What for?"

"To oil them, of course."

"But why in the middle of the night?"

"To make them slippery."

"Wouldn't that make someone fall and break their neck?"

"That is the idea."

Bradley blinked. "Why would you want to do that?"

"Well, trying to get my grandparents out of the house takes a bit of ingenuity. We tried bats, a tarantula, having Grandfather fall off the roof… Oiling the stairs seemed to do the trick and they left in the middle of the night."

"Wait, were you trying to kill your grandparents?"

"Of course not, that would be extreme."

Bradley made a face of confusion at her.

"I'm a little confused."

"As you would be. That reminds me, have you been cursed since you were born or did it happen recently?"

"Huh?"

"Blonde hair, blue eyes, dimples. You're obviously cursed."

"Wh- No! People naturally have this hair and eye coloring, you know."

"Hmm..."

Bradley made a face when the bell rang and he delved into the book he was given.

By the time lunch was around, Bradley couldn't put the book down. It was amazing! He would have never suspected that October's mother could make such an awesome story and the fact that his own mother was part of the masterpiece…

"I'm surprised you like it." October asked, walking to his table.

"This is awesome! Have you read it?"

"Yes."

"Your mom is a great author."

"She's is working on another called Black Widow Lover, it's about her babysitter when she was younger."

"You guys are… odd."

"We get that a lot."

Bradley closed the book and looked at her as she sat down.

"Why are you like that? I mean, what makes you guys so demented?"

"I wouldn't say demented, more like boundless."

"Boundless?"

"Why waste life trying to be something you are not? What difference will it make in the world? If I am strange but I'm not hurting anyone, then why can't I be strange? I don't want to come here and be like you, two-namer, flaunting my status to make people think I'm happy."

Bradley frowned. "What makes you think I'm not?"

"I sense something in you. You are odder than you think."

"And what proof do you have?"

"Why haven't you taken your hat off?"

"Huh?"

"The spell is done. So, why do you have it on?"

"I got used to it, I guess."

"You don't get used to a hat that quickly." October reached over the table and snatched it off. "It's because even though the spell is gone, your hair hasn't turned back."

"What of it? Maybe I liked it and did it myself."

"You have a darkness in you that needs to be recognized."

October smiled and it was genuine. She leaned over and surprised Bradley with a kiss on the cheek.

"Although a two-namer, your darkness is appealing to me. I plan to harvest it." she whispered into his ear.

With that, she left, leaving Bradley dumbfounded and slightly turned on.


sorry it's not that long. but it looks like there is a sort of darkness in our young bradley just like there was in joel. will october be able to harvest it? the question is more or less: is she like her mother or her father?