Songs of Woe Chapter 1: Song of Woe, a wednesday fanfic

A/N: This has been running through my head ever since watching the show Wednesday. The song is called Impossible and the version that inspired this story is from James Arthur. Honestly, the betrayal in this song reminded me of how Wednesday must have felt after she found out who the Hyde really was.

Song of Woe is the first part of a series of one-shots inspired by songs. If there is any interest in the next part, let me know!

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Her mother had told her to be careful with her heart for all of her life. Ridiculous really, since Wednesday Addams had no need for love in any way, of any kind. Even the love Wednesday had for her family was in most cases very much felt but expressed quite begrudgingly, if at all.

Morticia Addams nee Frump was luckier than most in her love, lucky that the man her heart chose was as loving of the macabre as she was. Lucky that unlike her daughter, Morticia was able to express her feelings for her loved ones.

But they had digressed. The point that her mother was trying to make was that Frump women were doomed to only fall in love once, and only once with an obsessive exuberance that most people could only wish to experience and have returned. Wednesday just rolled her eyes at her parents whenever, and it was often, they felt and acted upon the amorous mood striking them.

Wednesday didn't want the obsessive clinginess that her parents called love, she had more ambition than that.

She didn't want to need someone, dreaded it even, to be unable to function without the other. No, all Wednesday wanted to do was write her novel. Love and relationships were unpractical, disturbing and just plain sickening, she thought as she tried to ignore her parents being their usual selves in the car on the way to Nevermore.

"You guys are making me nauseous. And not in a good way." She told her parents with the slightest downturn of her mouth to demonstrate her disgust.

Her mother was everything what Wednesday didn't want to be. A mother. A housewife. Emotive, positive in everything and completely and utterly in love with her significant other.

It was pitful.

Being in love, loving each other like Morticia and Gomez Addams seemed ridiculous to her. Foolish. Love was weakness she wouldn't ever tolerate. Wednesday Addams didn't need friends, didn't need love. She was just fine on her own. She didn't need Nevermore.

Emotions were a gateway trait, Wednesday firmly believed. They led to feelings, which triggers tears. She didn't do tears. Not after what happened to Nero.

She was harsh on her mother, she knew that as they said their goodbyes. But Wednesday hated their decision to sent her to their alma mater though she tried to soften her goodbyes slightly. Nevermore was their school. The place where her parents met, fell in love and became popular of all horrible trivial things to be.

Nevermore was a place where Wednesday couldn't ever escape from their accomplishments.

Looking back, she should have listened more closely when her mother told her one of her Frump family wisdoms, 'Hearts are wild creatures, darling viper of mine, that's why our ribs are cages.'

I remember, years ago
Someone told me I should take
Caution when it comes to love, I did
And you were strong and I was not
My illusion, my mistake
I was careless, I forgot, I did

Tyler was useful, Wednesday told herself as she went to see him again. She didn't like the barrista, he was just useful and willing to help her escape this hellhole.

Also, he was the only one capable of making her iced quad up to her high standards.

Her interest was piqued when he told her with faint exasperation at her attempted bribe, "I can't be brought."

She slowly came to trust the Normie boy who brought her iced quads and bantered with her, unafraid. She came to trust the boy who helped her, believed in her when everyone thought her crazy after Rowan's death. No one outside her family had ever interacted with her like that before, to choose to walk towards her instead of walking away. She thought him to be interesting, for a Normie teenage boy.

Not as interesting as her hunt for the monster, of course, but interesting nonetheless.

But even that changed with every moment she spent with him, investigating the mysterious monster. He was smart, with a dark edge that intrigued her. Wednesday was horrified with herself and her carefully hidden reactions. She was turning into something she hated, a typical teenage girl.

Wednesday didn't fall for Tyler Galpin. No, what she did was worse. She trusted him.

And now
When all is done, there is nothing to say
You have gone and so effortlessly
You have won, you can go ahead, tell them

"Friends are a liability and can be exploited. That makes them weaknesses." Wednesday had told Enid before she was forced to begrudgingly realise even she wasn't as immune to that horrible thing called friendship as she'd always thought.

"Oh Em Gee! Are you finally admitting we are more than just casual acquaintances?" Enid squealed excitingly. Wednesday sighed and turned around to put her noise-cancelling headphones on, having hit the limit on her social interaction of the day.

Having friends was exhausting.

Enid was a big shock to her iron strong resolve to never make any connections in her time at Nevermore. The girl was a true horror with all her rainbow colors and cheerfulness and yet, she had become a friend. The wolf might have looked like a few well aimed knives could scare her away, but her roommate had a surprising amount of backbone that Wednesday could appreciate in a potential friend and investigative partner.

If only Enid allowed Wedneday to get rid of her utterly creepy stuffed unicorn collection.

Eugene was another such person that wormed himself between Wednesday's well known aversion to socialisation. He reminded Wednesday of her brother, weak as he was. A loyal bee-loving boy who only ever wanted to help her. It was her fault he got hurt. It was Wednesday's fault that the monster could attack him, all alone out in the woods.

Wednesday came to the sad conclusion that she wasn't meant to be alone after all as she sat at Eugene's hospital bed. Why else would they keep trying to be her friend? No matter what she told them, no matter how cruel she was to them, they wanted to be her friend.

She shuddered, such horrible sentiment.

Wednesday stood and looked down at the sleeping boy. Then she nodded once and said in an inflectionless tone, "I don't believe in friendship but you've proved youself useful, Eugene. I will make sure to avenge you when I catch the monster who has dared to hurt you. As Granmama often says, revenge is best served with a sharp dose of pain."

After all, Hummers needed to stick together.

Tell them all I know now
Shout it from the rooftops
Write it on the skyline
All we had is gone now
Tell them I was happy
And my heart is broken
All my scars are open
Tell them what I hoped would be impossible
Impossible
Impossible
Impossible

If she had know coming to Nevermore would have come with attempted murder, mysterious homicidal monsters and secrets to be uncovered, she would have let her parents sent her here much sooner.

The murder attempts and the monster itself were already stuff of her loveliest nightmares. The tall bug-eyed monster who murdered her attacker so beautifully, yet let her live. Tyler was right.

It was the start of her obsession.

Proving that she hadn't lost her mind just yet was only a small part of her drive to discover the truth.

Wednesday knew she was stubborn, single-minded, and obsessive. She was an Addams and they had a taste for the macabre. The monster was interesting, thrilling and Wednesday couldn't wait to find out what made it's grotesque heart beat.

It almost made her smile.

Falling out of love is hard
Falling for betrayal is worse
Broken trust and broken hearts
I know, I know
And thinking all you need is there
Building faith on love and words
Empty promises will wear
I know
I know and now

Wednesday wasn't interested in participating in trivial adolescent clichés but Thing inviting Tyler to the Rave'N in her name, dancing with him as the red fluid rained down on them had been surprisingly nice, even if pigs blood would have made the whole experience much better. She'd half-hoped he would have been scared off by her traditional Addams style of dancing, but he just looked at her with an awed spark in his eyes.

He always looked at her like that.

It made her feel strangely warm.

Wednesday wasn't yet sure if she liked the sensation.

She'd even let him take her on a date. Her first. He planned a date so perfect, so very Wednesday, a picnic in the creepy crypt and the perfectly awful movie which terrified even her. It was a most beautiful torture to experience.

Still, Wednesday Addams could not put her finger on what it was that drew her to the Normie barrista that was Tyler Galpin.

When all is done, there is nothing to say
And if you're done with embarrassing me
On your own, you can go ahead, tell them

The vision ripped through her as soon as she stepped closer to him to deepen the kiss.

The image of him above her, covered in blood, panting, and still hungry, shot a thrill right through her. It didn't horrify her, the crimson blood, the beautiful carnage, not as it would have horrified anyone other than an Addams.

But the Addamses loved the macabre, relished in the horrific darkness and Wednesday was no different. She understood her interest in the bitter townie much better now. It relieved her, in a sense, that she hadn't fallen prey to what Enid'd told her were the 'normal' things for a teenage girl to like.

Of course Wednesday first kiss was with a psychotic serial killing monster. How very typical of her.

But it meant he'd lied to her, betrayed her and that she could not tolerate. Tyler was the monster she had been searching for. Tyler. All this time she had been looking for the monster, and he had been standing right next to her as she obsessed over finding him.

How he must have been secretly laughing at her. Laughing at her blindness together with his master.

She ran.

"How does it feel?" he asked her when she confronted him at the police station under the watchful eyes of the Sherrif standing a distance away.

Wednesday could do nothing but stare at him and hope he couldn't see the furious humiliation burning in her eyes. She'd trusted him.

Trust was not something that came easily to her. Everyone in her family knew how much difficulty Wednesday had with emotions, with touch. That this boy, this seemingly Normie boy, had managed to get past all of her defences burned.

'Satre had been right,' she thought as she heard his mocking question. 'Hell truly was other people.'

Of course Tyler was the the monster, of course only a monster could ever manage to capture her interest. She had been so blind, so stupid to trust him.

"How does it feel to lose?" The monster she'd trusted asked her again, a taunting smirk curled around the mouth she had once been so close to.

She'd told him, warned him, that she wasn't more than friends material, that she would stomp on his heart and always put her needs and interests first. Little did she know back then, that it would be the other way around.

He'd never bothered to warn her.

I remember, years ago
Someone told me I should take
Caution when it comes to love
I did

It burned that Xavier had been right.

He had warned her about Tyler and Wednesday, self-proclaimed detective that she was, dismissed his concerns. Tyler was a Normie, he was never even on her radar as the monster. How foolish she had been.

Tyler Galpin was not someone she could trust, yet damn her black Frump heart, she couldn't stop it now.

It made her furious. All this time she distained her mother for her weakness, and now she had fallen to the curse as well. No, no she wouldn't tolerate this. She would sooner cut her own heart out and feed it to him.

Channeling all of her fury, her frustration and humiliation Wednesday walked over to where Laurel Gates was laying, barely conscious. Tyler's once so arrogant master, brought low by the very children she hated and tried to kill, covered in bee stings. Wednesday looked down at the woman whimpering in pain and raised a boot covered foot.

And slammed it down right on her bee-sting bloated face.

Tell them all I know now
Shout it from the rooftops
Write it on the skyline
All we had is gone now
Tell them I was happy
And my heart is broken
Oh, hoped would be impossible
Impossible (impossible)
Impossible (impossible)
(Impossible)

As they drove by the car she knew contained Tyler, she blinked once and looked away.

Wednesday had trusted him.

Tyler had lied to her, betrayed her.

And yet.

Damn her Frump heart.

impossible
(Impossible) impossible
(Impossible)
Impossible

A/N: And that's it people!

The next one I'm planning on writing is from Tyler's POV.

Do you have a song you think really fits with a character or moment from the show? Tell me and perhaps I'll write someting about it.