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I've never been this nauseous in my life, my hands are shaking, lips trembling, eyes sweating—what poison have you given me, Enid?

Enid came into my manor squealing with joy; her grin ear to ear, her colorful and warm aura filling the frigid and gloomy surrounding of the place. I typically nurture a distaste for such a feeling, yet hers pulls me in and melts the barrier of my usually icy demeanor, she had made space for herself in my rigid-dark heart.

She held a piece of paper in her hand, I sense that she has news to share, must be a good one if she's this jolly.

"Wednesday, I have something to tell you—and maybe ask as well." She said as she put her hands on my arms and squeezed it with excitement.

"You're buzzing, what must you tell me for you to be this... elated?... More than usual." I slightly raised an eyebrow due to my growing curiosity, I might not show it but the truth is, I am anticipated. It is Enid after all, nothing she does will ever faze me—at least that's what I thought.

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥!"

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩.

My already-gaping eyes had widened further more—a burning and sickening feeling filled me within; I felt as though I was about to crumble in front of her, I feel the dread consume me whole—how can a feeling I used to feel pleasure from knock me in such a twisted way?

"Wednesday? You okay?" Enid asked with confusion, from her reaction I can tell that my stoic expression had faltered—being replaced with something unpleasant, you can tell by the look in her eyes—is not something that she expected.

"Are you mad? Please don't be." She pleaded as she stepped closer, her hands still on my arms "I promise, we've only printed out these invitations. You are the first person I told, even my mom." She then raised her hand with her pinky stuck out in order to initiate a pinky promise, which I ignored.

She dropped her hands, stacking one on top of the other as she sighed—even in this situation, I miss her touch, my arms longing for her warmth again, yet I am unable to ask nor speak in general due to my frozen state.

Her gaze fell to the floor, one of her feet moving; possibly an act for her being uncomfortable and awkward.

"Listen, I know, maybe I caught you in a surprise... But I promise you, he's only proposed like a few days ago. I didn't expect a proposal to happen this fast, especially since we just got back together—and I know that I could've sent this via mail, but I wanted to ask something that would probably be more important to discuss in person." She said as she fiddled with the invitation in her hands, her mesmerizing baby blue eyes searching for something in my dark and soulless orb.

Enid sighed, taking my stiff and cold hands, cradling them in her warm and soft touch. It felt electric, as though I had inherited my father's powers. Why does it feel so magical? She is betrothed, yet I feel something between the two of us.

"I'm here to ask you to be my maid of honor."

Enid said as she tightened her grip and looked into my eyes, ‘maid of honor’? If it were up to me, I would've been your bride. But I have to watch you get married to a man who doesn't deserve you. That little mutt, Bruno. He had never deserved Enid, especially not after what he did. So why does he get to be the one waiting for her at the altar?

"You're my best friend, and you mean a lot to me. So, I'd like for you to have a big role in my wedding."

Is being the maid of honor the biggest role you can offer? My black heart aches at the thought of me standing next to her, yet I'm not the one she's pledging to build a life with.

"So, what do you say?" Silence fills in between us, it was the loudest I've ever heard it. I was speechless, I wanted to say yes and make her happy, yet it breaks my inner core that it would mean I would be helping her wed someone else. I can see the disappointed look with my lack of response, she took her eyes off mine and shifted them to the floor.

"I don't wanna force you, I just want to let you know that you were the first person on my mind. But if you don't want to, that's okay. I still hope you attend though. I'll just ask Yo—"

"I'll do it." I watched her faltered expression light up once again, making my heart beat faster, it was always a sight for sore eyes. I watched her pink and soft lips widened, her canines slowly showing, larger than they were when we first met.

"Really?! Oh my god, Wednesday, thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me!" She practically jumped on me, her arms clinging tight, which gave me those nasty insects in my stomach, I can feel the spiders etch their way into it. And I in fact do know. Which is why I agreed in the first place, though it was against my will. I'd do anything to make her happy, so if Bruno dares to break her heart again, I'll make sure to cut his out and replace the one he broke.

I melted into her warm embrace, I reciprocated the hug though I don't like it when people touch me. But it's not just anyone, it's Enid. Her touch isn't revolting to me, in fact it was the opposite. I don't sway it away, I long for it.

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After Enid left, I rushed to the bathroom and vomited my insides out. What is this that I'm feeling? Far more violent than the ones I've felt before. I felt the tears stream down my face, my hands shaking, lips trembling. What kind of poison has Enid given me? I don't do tears, yet it seems that she broke that barrier.

Why does my heart hurt so much? The thought of her walking down that aisle while I'm standing there waiting, yet I am not the one she's betrothed to. Her smiling, yet I'm not the reason why. Her blushing, yet I'm not the one saying poets and vows. Her putting on that ring, yet it was on the hands of another. Shall I say that I'm grieving?

I stared at myself in the mirror, I looked like a mess. My eyes remained gaping and still, yet dripping with tears from the storm hurling within me. My face remained expressionless, but it is clear that I am in distress. My lips trembled as I bit it, those bitter tears continued to stain my face. My hands gripped the marbled sink, I stared in the mirror with a bitter expression on my face, mascara merged with my tears making them look black. Gave me nostalgia, I remembered my vision of her death that thankfully did not come true.

Sometimes I resent the fact that I'm a raven, not that I would ever wish to be a dove, sometimes I just wish that I will have a vision about a bright future with her in it, specifically our future. I was sick of only seeing the negative things about the past and future, I did not like seeing Enid's grave, knowing that I was the cause of her demise. But I suppose my visions are quite useful, if something bad ever happens to her, I'll be there to stop it.

I'm all about darkness, but she was my light. She's the bright stars shining through my black nightsky, even from afar, she's beautiful and still shines like nothing ever could. But now, I'm afraid she'll shine someone else's world, and I'll be left in the dark again. It's not a good feeling this time.

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The bachelorettes 👰‍♀️

e_sinclair added you to the group

Enid
"okay you guys im literally soooo excited to
start planning ack!!!!"

Bianca
"Same, what theme are we going for?"

Enid
"i honestly havent thought about that. mmmm
wednesday, what do you think?"

"Why am I the one ought to decide the theme
for your party?"
Yoko
"Dude arent you the maid of honor? Thats
your job"

Enid
"ohhh right.... I forgot to explain the rules to her.
okay wednesday, your job is to help me plan the
party and give me advice if i need it. basically my
right hand 😼"

💭 If I gave her the advice to not marry Bruno, would she take it?

Agnes
"Ive never been to a bachelorette before...
this is so exciting!!"

Enid
"im gonna make sure its gonna be the best one
youll ever attend 🤩🤩 with the help of wednesday
of course"

Divina
"No offense enid but are you sure wednesday will be
able to throw a good party? She doesn't even like them"

Enid
"well yeah, i trust her judgement. plus i enjoy a good
scare or two, whatever she plans im sure ill love it"

💭 My heart is beating fast again, her sweet words sure do get to me. She's a poison I'd love to indulge myself in.

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𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨

It was late at night when Thing handed me the phone that Enid had gifted me for christmas last year, she said that it was so we can keep in touch, alongside a sweater that she had knitted for me. It makes it extra special that she had one too, she made it so we could match. My heart throbbed at her gesture, so even though I don't participate at the enslavement to these gadgets, I kept it. I use the sweater when I longed for her presence, meanwhile I kept that phone hidden in my drawer where it's safe. I nurture all of the presents she gives me. I use the phone only to communicate with her, and because she gifted it to me.

I picked up the phone, it was Enid calling.

"𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘞𝘦𝘯𝘴!"

She greeted in her usually sweet tone, this type of sweetness usually gives me cavities, yet hers makes me giddy.

"Greetings, Enid."

I replied in a different tone than I normally use. It sounded more fond, I am guessing only I could tell. Enid is used to hearing my voice, so I don't think she had distinct the difference between how I speak to her than the others.

Enid giggles as she usually does, it made my face flush and gives my stomach a fuzzy feeling.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯."

She teased, giving me a small grin. She had changed me a lot, I no longer only smile at gruesome situations, I also do now in conversations, specifically only with her. And when we are communicating in person, my feelings are all caged up like a captive. I cannot let them out, as I predict that they will be very rabid and uncontrollable.

"𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭...𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯?"

She's concerned about me, this is supposed to be about her, yet she still acknowledges how I feel. Maybe being her maid of honor won't be too bad after all, it would give us time with each other.

"I do need your evaluation. I suppose it would help if you are here to observe my work."

I played it off as though it would be better for her to be here to observe my plan for the party, but if I were to be honest, I just wanted her company.

"𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭! 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 20. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴—𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳!"

"Sleepover?"

"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰? 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘱 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵! 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳."

"No, no, it does seem more convention. I wouldn't mind it if you slept here." I said, a little more quick than I should've. But I do not want to miss any time bonding with her, now that she's betrothed.... Our time together would supposedly be limited after the wedding, so I will cherish any moment I could.

"𝘈𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦!"

"So long as you don't mind the spiders crawling on your face, and possibly using you to create a web and feed its offsprings."

Enid chuckled, I loved hearing that. I suppose that she catched my humor, I keep it lighthearted sometimes, but usually it could be gruesome.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵... 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳."

I couldn't help but grin behind the phone, this interaction sounds quite different from our usual. It sounds a bit... Flirty, at least on my side.

"That is... If you can catch any."

I said with a small grin, I was a bit amused as she was playing along.

"𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴."

Something about the way she said it sent chills down my spine, my face gaining colors for the first time in a while.

"I shall wait then."

"𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘰. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 20"

I felt the spiders etch their way into my insides once more—then

"𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶!"

I paused, our friendship had started years ago, yet this is the first time she had stated that she loved me. My mouth went gaping, my stomach receiving that weird sensation once again, before I could reply she hung up.

"........ I love you too."

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My bedroom door flew open and I felt the warmth she was emitting, I am aware that werewolves are hot-blooded creatures, yet she brings more warmth with her personality... And that blinding smile.

Her arms held two paper bags, I'm assuming it was the food she promised to bring. She greeted with her blinding smile, her canines showing and drawing me in like a moth to a light.

"Hey, Wens. Oh hey Thing!" She greeted him with a fistbump as they exchanged words, they've grown closer over the years. Why is it that she charms every member of the family? She has already charmed my mother, she is getting along with my father well, she is friends with Pugsley, and she is close with Thing. Every member of my family loves her. She seems to draw every Addams in, I cannot wait for her to meet Uncle Fester.

Enid sat on my bed and made herself comfortable, she looked adorable. She twirled her hair as she asked about my plan for the party.

"So, what's the plan? We going hunting? Graveyard party?"

She said with a teasing grin that made her sarcasm obvious, not that her guesses were bad. We could do that if she wanted, no one gets hurt with a little scare after all.

"I studied your friends. I made a list of their interests, I assumed it would be helpful to plan something we could all enjoy. Much to my dismay, nobody seemed to be interested to visit a slaughter house or at least a cemetery. Your friends are rather boring.... They're missing out."

Enid grimaced at the mentioned of a slaughter house, ironic that she's a werewolf and they were known to be hunters.

"Okay.... As much as I would absolutely love to do that, there's always something else that we can enjoy.... That doesn't involve the dead...."

"Of course. I figured you guys were a bunch of scared little girls, so I came up with a few ideas."

Enid chuckled, she doesn't take it to heart as she knew I was joking... Half joking... But on her part, I am. She is the bravest girl I've ever met. She saved my life twice. The first being her wolfing out for the first time, and the second is her giving up her humanity in order to save my life. The thought of never seeing her again made my heart sink then, but I eventually found her and we were able to fix it. But her sacrifice was the beginning of my undying feelings for her, I tried to bury it a few times already but it always ended up crawling back out of that hole I dug.

"Well, we could go hunting next time? I mean, I am a werewolf, I don't mind doing that... I don't know about the others though."

"You want to go hunting?"

My heart beats just a little faster, that isn't the usual activity that she was willing to participate in, so... Why?

"Yeah, I figured after the party and since we haven't hang out in like—forever, why not do something you want this time? Well, if you aren't too busy."

She was always so thoughtful of my feelings despite us being the exact opposite of each other... She doesn't know what she's doing to me. I would love to do something I enjoy with the person whose company I enjoy the most.

"My calendar is marked then, and so are the heads of my targets.... I'll be looking forward to it."

"Wait, what type of hunting are we gonna do?"

"There are many things lurking around, we catch what we see."

"So.... No specific target?"

"You don't choose what you hunt. A hunter should be versatile, we hunt what we could."

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Enid and I spent about a week planning the party. She had been staying here as it was more convenient, I do not mind it, rather I wish it was a permanent move in. This manor is.... Missing something. I am usually in solitude (aside from the spirits lingering around) though I won't deny that sometimes I yearn for her company. I had gotten used to having her as a roommate. I palpably recall waking up with her distasteful music blaring to the point where I would have ripped my ears off with my nails, what's not to miss?

"Do you think we should get a piñata? Like I know that's normally for birthday parties but why not, right?"

"Great idea, we should plaster Bruno's face on it."

Enid had let out a chuckle, followed by her rolling her eyes.....little did she know that I wasn't fooling around. If I could, I would do it to his real face, though it's grotesque enough by itself there's no harm in adding more damage, at least not for me.

"Okay, let's talk about that later. Now, we gotta talk about drinks! It won't be a party if we don't get wasted." She delivered with a wink.

The corner of my mouth twitched subtly, her charisma is undeniably making me quite sheepish, I despised the fact that it does, though I won't deny that it's slowly growing on me. My immune system has no antibodies against her contagious charm, it isn't a good thing. Deep inside, I secretly wishing she would call off the wedding and announce that she has never harboured feelings for that mutt, Bruno.

"Bruno was also asking for ideas for his bachelor party, he was asking about our progress."

"I have an idea. He and his pack of mutts should sample Aquatofana. It has a slow and subtle effect, but it's sure to get you wasted."

"Aquatofana? I've never heard of that.... Should we try it before I give him recommendations? If it's good we probably shouldn't, our party has to be better than theirs." She made it seem like she was joking, but I knew she wasn't. She does not seem to be fazed by Bruno's ignorance and lack of creativity to formulate a plan for a party on his own.

".... No, the drink is specifically for men, let them experience that intense yet slow effect of such a delicate beverage. Only a drop, for their hearts to stop."

Enid seemed to be disconcerted by my last statement, her eyes gaped as she pursed her lips. She appeared to wonder if it was literal or a simple metaphor.

"What is it made of....?"

"Arsenic, mixed with lead and belladonna."

Her eyes gaped even more—this time, so did her eyebrows, she looked quite taken aback. It 𝘪𝘴 a necessity for a bride to have one in her household.... For emergencies. I had to inform her.

"Arsenic, lead, and belladonna?! What kind of a drink contains those kinds of ingredients?!"

"Poison. Women disguised it as a cosmetic in order to conceal their motives. They add a drop on their husbands meal. It was used by women in the 17th century who were abused by their husbands and could not escape through divorce due to it being illegal. All thanks to Giulia Tofana, she gave many women freedom when they could not do it for themselves. She was caught due to a guilty bride. She could not kill her husband so she confessed to him—which is rather a very stupid thing to do. Though she bought that for a reason.... That lead to Giulia getting caught and executed after she had confessed to murdering 600 men, or more. I see her in my dreams, she even gave me the recipe for it."

"Are you suggesting something?"

"I am not suggesting anything. I am merely educating you." That was but a mere fib. I am not entirely proposing the idea to her, but simply planting it in her head.... In case something goes wrong.

"Right.... Anyway, back to drinks—different, edible, non-deadly drinks. Do you have any suggestions? Wait—do you even drink?"

"Only the blood of my enemies. Nothing hits more than the taste of victory."

"Okay, okay, enough with your psycho suggestions. Let's get to the real deal. Something strong, I wanna be wild.... Maybe even something that would make me wolf out." Quite typical for her daring spirit to take over again, though I must say that it's quite impulsive this time. I admired her confidence and impulsivity. This girl would make a perfect Addams.

"My grandmama knows how to make quite a strong alcohol. If you want, I could ask her to make it best suited to your taste."

Enid went silent, she appeared to be entertaining my suggestion. I could detect the hesitance on her face. I do not blame her, my grandmama owns multiple cemeteries—I am quite sure she was the cause for some of them.

"You know what? Sure. I trust you, just ask her not to put any weird stuff in it—oh and also make sure it's safe to consume."

".... I assume no scorpion tail then. It's sure to wreak havoc on your feeble bodies."

"I can't believe you guys consume that. But yeah, none of that."

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Enid and I had finalized the planning. We already came to an agreement about the location—the witch house in salem. I had always harboured admiration for the witches and their possibly lingering spirits there. So for my 13th birthday, I begged grandmama to purchase it for me—by begged I meant that I dug information about her and used it as blackmail—she couldn't be more proud.

It belonged to a judge named Jonathan Corwin who was involved in the witch-salem trials, one of the last remaining houses during that time period. It was once a museum until my grandmama bought the place for me.

"Now, let's talk dress code. What's our theme? Witches? No, no, that's too halloween-ey."

"Is there a problem with Halloween? I figured it would be better if we dressed like witches, we also ought to pay respects to the spirits there and honor them since we ought to stumble upon their spirits."

"No, of course not, I love Halloween. It's just that..... It's a Bachelorette party, you know? So ehhhh... I don't know."

"Actually, I have an idea. You want something that would resonate with a wedding? Let's do brides."

"Oooh, I like that idea. So like—we're all brides?"

"Indeed, however we could twist it in some way. Dead brides with run away grooms, hunting people due to their broken heart—vengeful brides who were murdered and is now seeking for revenge— brides who are mourning their freedom as they were forced to marry someone against their will. There is this old Latin-American folklore, La Llorona, her tale fascinates me."

"Who's La Llonora?"

"She was woman so enraged about her husband's betrayal that she drowned her own children. Word says she's still lurking around mourning the loss of her kids... Also that she ought to drown you as well if you cross paths. Tale says that she's wearing a white dress, sometimes with a veil. If you hear cries near a body of water, that's her."

Enid's expression was a bit grimaced, however she wasn't too surprised. She knows how gruesome I can be, she must be used to it by now.

"Oh-kay... Well I don't know where you're pulling out these murderers left to right but sure. You want scary brides? Let's do scary brides."

I was a bit astonished at how she simply concurred to my suggestions, it is her party after all. These are things that I have never thought she would agree to. I did not want to seem compelling, I did not want her to feel forced.

"Enid, why are you agreeing with everything I suggest? You and I are normally on the opposite end of things."

Enid fiddled with her hair, looking at my eyes with a look I simply cannot distinct. It was all over the place, the room felt warmer every second that passed. I sensed more than the spirits of the people that died at this very place, in fact I felt that something came alive.

"Because, Wednesday... You're the best part of this whole process... Planning something with you—making decisions with you, it's been amazing. Every decision you make, I trust it. And you look happy whenever you mention those creepy stuff. You look so happy you lost the serial killer look in your eyes for a moment—or gained even more, I don't know. " She giggled as she said that bit, with warmth more profound than a furnace after a cremation.

"And I don't know... It's just so fun to see you coming up with these decisions for me. So, no matter how bizarre it is... I agree—except for the scorpion tail. 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦 of that."

I fell silent after her speech, I was quite taken aback. I cannot believe that was her perspective of this. That beast is trying to escape its grave again. I won't deny that I felt the urge to set it free, yet I know it would only end up in a catastrophe. I kept a facade, as though her words have no effect on me, even if it altered something completely.

"Don't knock it till you try it, let it knock you instead." I retorted. She grinned at my response, her expression was blithe. I was still quite perplexed at how she responded to my idiosyncratic responses.

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"𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺-𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨."

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥."

"𝘼𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨."

➡️ 🕙 ⬅️

We have gotten closer ever since she had saved me from that horrid Hyde, however for the following years our r—friendship had grown deeper and more complex. In a field of wilted flowers that blossoms in the sunlight, one that blossoms in the moonlight is quite a sight. This situation is rather similar to an epiphyllum oxypetalum, also known as Queen of the Night. You rarely witness it bloom, and even if it does, it only lasts a night and wilt at sunrise. However, the difference is that how I feel about Enid seems to be undying. It's sure to cause chaos.

☀️🎉🌙

The day has come, we are on our way to Massachusetts. It is where the witch house is located. I cannot wait at how gruesome this could be.

We picked up the others on our way, we all sat in the Addams' limo. Lurch was our chauffeur.

"Damn, Wednesday. You have your own private limo? So you're rich rich." Bianca said it in awe.

"I don't think we should be surprised, her grandmama owns multiple cemeteries, and the house we are going to was bought by her too for Wednesday's 13th birthday after she blackmailed her into doing so. She came from wealth." Agnes said with her eyes gaping, not breaking eye contact. I must applaud her for her dedication, and dare I say even quite impressed. She's quite a stalker, a good one at that. She can get quite irritating, but she's actually quite useful.

"How do you know all that?" Bianca asked, inevitably mortified.

"We're close... That's all." She's close to me, that isn't even a metaphor. She broke into my dorm multiple when we were in nevermore using her invisibility.

"So, the witch house in salem, huh? I can't believe you own that, cool." Said Yoko, who I speculate probably met the witches who were trialed.

"Indeed, in fact I was wondering if you've met any of them."

"No, unfortunately not. My aunt did though, actually she was one of the accused."

I was intrigued upon hearing this, I wanted to know more. A vampire that got accused of being a witch is rather interesting. I've never really taken interest in Enid's friends but this one has a tale to tell.

"Really? Do tell."

"Wow, this is the longest conversation we've ever had—okay, well it all started with the witch accusations right? She got accused because she looked suspiciously young for her age—"

"How old was she then?" I was invested, so I ought to ask questions and be curious about it.

"6.... 8...ish? I think? Somewhere in her late 60s and early 70s."

"I assume that's pretty young for a vampire."

"Yes actually, it was."

"So, how old are you?"

"Oh—I uhh... I'm pretty young, young spirit, yeah."

Hmm... I have a hunch that she's older than my grandmama, but who knows?

"Back to your aunt, what happened to her?"

Yoko smirked, I could tell she was amused by my curiosity. I have never initiated conversation with someone other than Enid, so it must be a rare sight.

"Invested in my family lore, huh, Addams?"

My face remained stoic. I was invested, but it's quite annoying that she takes pride in it. I was going to respond, yet another voice interrupted me.

"Family lore? I love family lore! Wanna hear about mine? Fun fact, werewolves actually deliver more than one pup per pregnancy, so I have a pretty big family. Actually that's an understatement, I have a huge family pack, and you know what that means... Lots of tales to tell!"

Quite the interruption by a chatter box. Though it is quite unusual for her to bring up her family, she usually avoids talking about them.

"Woah, Enid. I thought you didn't like talking about your family?" Yoko too, looked quite puzzled by her unusual behavior.

"Yeah, well I don't know... You have so many interesting stories about yours, I kinda felt left out. But it's no biggie, I could share some. I am working on it."

Enid felt left out? She was just engaging in a conversation with the others, she looked quite busy actually. I didn't notice that she was eavesdropping on our interaction.

"No need to feel left out. I was just curious about her aunt, apparently she was a part of the witch trials."

"Yeah, but... Don't you wanna hear about mine?" She looked vanquished as she delivered that. Of course I would like to. Werewolves are far more interesting than vampires. Though I cannot let her know that I feel that way.

"Save that for another time. I want to know what it was like during the witch-salem trials."

Enid in response, gave a subtle smile which is blatantly disingenuous. Could I be the reason for her somber mood? I didn't show disinterest, I merely asked her to tell her save it for another time. I would like to hear about it, though it would be better if the scenery only contains the two of us.

---

The drive was excruciating, the limo was filled with shrieks, laughter, and gossip. It was horrifying. Apart from Enid, who has remained silent ever since our conversation.

Lurch had informed us that we had arrived. I asked Lurch to assist them with their luggage, they seemed too excited to care about their luggage. And so I was right, they left the vehicle and ran inside to explore it, completely neglecting their luggage. However, one in particular had refused any help—Enid.

Lurch reached out his hand, indicating her to hand him the luggage, yet she declined. It's not such an odd behavior from her, however she still seemed upset. Her eyes were less joyous. I expected her to show excitement and a huge grin plastered on her face, yet I was met with a somber one.

"No, thanks, Lurch. I appreciate it but I can handle this, don't worry."

Lurch nodded in response and went inside to help the others settle in. Meanwhile, I stayed as I wanted to know what had upset her, and if I was the cause.

"Enid."

"Huh?" She turned around as she held her luggage, I could see through her facade that something 𝘪𝘴 wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean what's wrong? Nothing, I'm fine." She tried to conceal her despair, but I know her better.

"Enid, I can tell that something has been bugging you. You're more silent than usual. Silent isn't exactly the word I would use to describe you."

"Why don't you ask Yoko?" She retorted, seemingly filled with venom and something else I cannot distinct.

"Your behavior is rather unusual. Why is that?"

"Ask Yoko. You seemed to be more interested in her anyway."

"Enid, where is this coming from?"

"Where else? Earlier! God, I felt so left out." She paced around as she bit her nails. This ought to erupt into chaos.

"Left out? You were engaging in a conversation with the other girls. I only wondered about the witch-salem trials. I had no idea you were 𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 on our conversation."

"Yeah, you seemed so interested in her. And I 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 eavesdropping. Your enthusiasm is enough to draw attention. I don't think you've ever shown that kind of interest in whatever I have to say."

"You are acting implausible. Your claim is rather spurious."

"Oh really? You didn't even look excited when I told you that I was getting married. I mean yeah, you're Wednesday Addams, an undiagnosed psychopath—you barely show emotions, but I can tell when you're happy about something and when you're not. You didn't even look at least a bit interested."

Her accusations left me speechless. I am unable to counter that without disclosing the truth. I'm happy that she's engaged but rather in despair cause I was not the one who gave her the ring. If only I could. But alas, no one should ever see that side of me. Not a single soul or spirit should know about the beast I'm holding captive.

Enid wiped her tears, then stormed inside, however she isolated herself from the group. A leaden feeling heaved me into a chasmic ocean of what seemed like... Guilt? When have I started to feel guilt?

🕙 ⬅️

"𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 ‘𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘬𝘐𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘺.’"

"𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵."

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘰! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨." 𝘌𝘯𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘞𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺? 𝘉𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦."

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When Enid left our dorm.... I was tempted to chase after her yet my pride kept me still. She ended up coming back because of what happened to Thing. I will not let that happen this time, I should be the... First to reach out... And apologize.

I went inside, I heard chatter at what seemed like the other end of the house. I assume they haven't noticed Enid... I searched for her, I eventually heard subtle sobbing in one of the rooms upstairs. I knocked on the door,

"Enid?"

I heard shuffles inside, she must have not expected me. The anchor dragged me further into the vast ocean, I don't think I have ever initiated an apology before. I should have modified this a long time ago.

"Wednesday...?" She sounded quite surprised, I'm the one to blame...

"May I come in?"

"Uhh.... Yeah, yeah, sure."

I opened the door, I saw that she was facing away. She sat on the opposite side of the bed, I cannot see her face but her movements showed that she was wiping her tears. I walked towards her, in her hand was a napkin stained with mascara. Her nose was flushed, it's a normal occurrence when she cries. I find it quite winsome.

Enid and I sat in silence for quite some time. I had no knowledge on how to properly apologize and own up to my actions. Usually, I don't care how others feel, it feels rather unprecedented. I acknowledge her feelings and try to understand them. However what I've never done before is apologize.

"Look, I'm sorry for lashing out. I shouldn't have done that. I ju—"

"The fault is mine. I should have been a better...chum."

Once again, Enid was taken aback. I can tell that she had not expected me to own up to my actions.

"I apologize if you felt that I didn't feel happy for you... I did, I am... My shown of interest in Yoko's story doesn't indicate that I think she's far more interesting than you, because that isn't true. In fact, you are rather interesting, Enid. Not your family, pack, or friends. You're the interesting one. You don't need a family lore or history to seem interesting to me. I already am. You're the one I tolerate the most, no one will be fighting for that spot unless they wanna risk losing their lives."

Enid, who's hitherto appeared dejected, promptly beamed with joy, I am quite pleased that her joyous expression has returned.

"Wednesday, I can't believe this... You apologized?!" She said as a tease, but I suspect that she's a little serious as well. After all... Who would expect me to apologize?

"Do not make me regret making this decision." I retorted, though I know that even if she made the decision to announce my apology to everyone I would not regret it.

"But seriously, thank you. I guess I got scared that you'll replace me, but like you said, no one can handle being close to you other than me. I mean, my limbs are still intact and I'm still breathing. That's not an easy level to achieve." She delivered with a smile, her hand taking mine as she gave it a gentle squeeze. My, it's getting quite difficult to keep that beast captive.

---

Enid and the others spent the entire day shopping for the party, much to my dismay, she dragged me along with her. Their energy was rather exhausting, I cannot keep up and I do not want to. The most sane amongst them was Bianca, who was excited as well, yet more sensible.

"Slow down! We might get in trouble if you guys bump into one of the shelves." Bianca exclaimed, trying to avoid trouble.

"Madame Wealthy will pay for it!" One of then exclaimed as they ran down the isle gathering decorations. Whoever said that should be thankful I did not hear who it was.

Bianca let out a sigh, as excited as she was, the girls can be excruciating. I am glad at least one of them was sensible.

"They're so hard to keep up with." Said Bianca, who looked drained.

"Grown people, can you believe it?" I replied with sarcasm.

Bianca let out a chuckle, shaking her head.

"I can't—how do they not care? We're in public and they're acting like rabid animals, oh my god." Bianca laughed as she clapped her hands, I must say, their absurdity is rather laughable.

---

That activity depleted whatever fragment of energy I had, so I went to my room to rest. I laid down and closed my eyes, however I was not asleep, I was simply resting them.

I heard the door creak,

"Wednesday? We were just—" Enid must have thought I was asleep, I didn't let her think otherwise, I need'nt be pulled yet into another interpersonal activity. Yet I still heard footsteps approach.

"Oh wow—we must've drained the life out of you, huh? Well, if you have any." I felt her reach out to touch my mane, her gentle hands caressed them, down to my face—her hand against my cheek. I remained still, yet my heart raced as though I was having a heart attack—maybe I was, who knows?

Soon, I heard her footsteps approach the door, once I heard the door close, I sat up. My hand reached for the parts her hand grazed, I reminisced that moment though it just happened.

Thing came out of the drawer, he appeared to have been searching for his hand cream.

"Your face..." Thing signed with confusion.

"What about it?" I retorted. I won't deny, it was rather embarrassing for someone to have witnessed me in this state.

"You look a little red." He signed cautiously, seemingly not to lose a finger.

"It's just an allergic reaction. Possibly because of those distasteful decorations I had to touch."

"Did you bring your medicine?" He signed, I can tell he was a little concerned.

"Worry not, I did. Especially with those girls, they reek of rainbow and cheerful laughter, I wouldn't have survived without it."

☀️🎉🌙

I prepared for the party. The theme was ‘creepy brides with creepy backstories’, according to Enid. I wore a veil, underneath was my face stained with an imitation of bloody tears, I added veins to my face to make it seem as though I was dead. I already had the appearance of a corpse, this was the only thing missing. I held withered flowers in my hands, my dress was stained, I gave it a semblance of a dress that's been soaked in a lake, inspired by non other than La Llorona. Needless to say, I added blood stains.

I headed down to the party, I must say... Everyone did an outstanding job.

"Wednesday... You truly look like a ghost... More than usual. Impressive job, I wouldn't expect less from you." Agnes complimented, her eyes gaped as they stared into mine.

"I could say the same about you... Though I have to ask, you look rather blue..."

"I'm Emily from Corpse Bride. I know the scary brides with backstories, but I think she fits the category enough. She was murdered by her fiancé for her money... She came back from the dead—well she was still dead but she wasn't underground anymore. Then a guy in the woods accidentally proposed to her while practicing how to propose to his arranged fiancée, but in the end... She sacrificed herself for them. It was tragic."

From my peripheral, I could see Divina approaching,

"Ooh, creepy looking. Why does your dress look wet though?"

"It's synthetic, inspired by La Llorona. She drowned her kids, now she lurks around bodies of water waiting for her next victim."

"Are those veins? Dang, you look dead dead. Didn't know you were great at makeup."

"Much obliged, I used to paint on the deceased as a kid."

Divina's expression moderately grimaced,

"As a kid?" She asked in disbelief.

"Oh you know Wednesday, I bet she was born with a knife in her hand." Someone uttered from behind, I turned around... And what I saw before my eyes was none other than.... Enid, she looked captivating with how bloody and horrific her state was. Her corset had a huge claw mark, the bottom of her dress was ragged and stained with blood, her mane too were stained with blood.

Enid greeted me with a smile,

"You look awesome. You really pulled of the dead look. If you laid down with your eyes closed I would think you're a corpse."

"And you, you look..."

"Getting deja vu? I took inspiration from when I was attacked. It was a memorable moment despite the fact that it was traumatic."

"You look...captivating." The words left my mouth before I could even realize, yet I couldn't take it back. She looked breathtaking.

Enid gave a smile, I could not tear my eyes off her.

"Thank you. I think this is the first time I've ever heard you compliment someone, or me." She let out a chuckle, she was quite sheepish. If only she can hear what is going on inside my head, she would not say that.

---

A long night filled with party games that I was coerced into participating, blaring music, goofy prancing, laughter, chatter—was bound to have everybody wasted. Though I had a lot to drink because of Enid's persistence of me to ‘loosen up’, I have quite a tolerance for regular alcohol. The Addams-Frump drink an anomalous type of alcohol, such basic alcohol could be stated as water in our standards.

I withdrew myself from the others and proceeded down the kitchen where I am in solitude. I am unable to further endure such deafening music. I took a seat, in addition to pouring a drink for myself—grandmama had given it along with the case I asked for. However, this one contained scorpion tail, among many other... Peculiar ingredients.

I heard footsteps coming—a rather tipsy werewolf was approaching.

She stood in the doorway of the kitchen, fluttering her eyes leisurely, she began to stumble her way towards me,

"Wednesday... Why—why are you out here alone? Let's go back to the party."

"You're stumbling, Enid. Not only that, but so is your speech. I think you've partied enough, get some rest."

"No, I haven't wolfed out yet... I told you, I wanted to drink to the point where I'll wolf out."

"You were serious about that?"

"Yeah, a bachelorette party is basically all about enjoying the last bit of your freedom before you get married. I thought I could be free, you know? After all that late bloomer-alpha frisco. Turns out I'll end up losing my freedom when I marry anyway..."

"I believe you meant ‘fiasco’."

"Yeah...! Yeah, that's what I meant. Oh, god... I think I do need to stop drinking."

I took her hand, cradling them in mine,

"Enid, you will not lose your freedom. Bruno does not own you, that misogynistic belief is absolutely ludicrous."

Enid sat down, burying her face in her hands.

"I don't know, I feel like I'm in a cage that's getting smaller and smaller as all this wedding bullshit piles up on me."

Enid took my hand, placing it against her cheek, she expressed her—what I could only assume as devastation, with a sigh... I then came to a realization,

"D-do you not want to marry Bruno?" I couldn't help but stutter due to this unexpected revelation.

Enid didn't respond, she took my glass instead and consumed what was inside. I was left concerned, I didn't know if she could handle it.

"Whoo! This is a strong one. Where'd you get this? It's different from the ones we drank earlier."

"That's the one containing the scorpion tail, amongst many others... Grandmama's favorite recipe."

"No shit...? It didn't kill me, it's not so bad. I thought—you were crazy for this but... Holy shit it actually tastes fucking amazing."

I was rather astonished by the vulgar words that left her mouth. She only moderately swore, but it seems she uses excessive curses when under the influence.

I helped her stand on her feet. I attempted to steady her, yet her entire weight fell on me.

"It did not kill you, however you could not handle the alcohol of this drink. Your lightweight is rather weak compared to an Addams."

"Hey...! I could compare to an Addams if I wanted to." She slurred her words, I assume she does not want to compare to an Addams then.

"That is the least of your worries. We should go up now. However, you have to help me lead you to your room."

She made an attempt to steady herself, only succeeding halfway as she stumbled. However, she did manage to steady herself quite a bit.

Before I lead Enid to her room, I asked Thing to assist the other girls into getting ready for bed. I am not as cruel as you think.

I took out a pair of pajamas in her luggage, I laid them on her bed to save her the trouble of searching for one herself. In her state, I would not trust her to search for her clothing without creating a mess. She is currently in the bathroom cleaning herself up.

I headed to my room so I could perform the routine of preparing myself for bed. I took a hasty shower, then changed into my nightwear. I left for the bathroom yet again to cleanse my teeth. I came back from the bathroom and was met with a sight—Enid was laying on my bed.

"Enid?"

She fluttered her eyes open,

"Oh... Hi..."

"What are you doing in my room?"

"I couldn't sleep, I think it's the feeling of not being alone even when you are."

"That's just the spirit of the witches lingering around. They are mostly harmless."

"Oh whatever, the problem is I have trouble sleeping. Let me stay heeeeere."

"Very well."

I laid next to her, the gap between us is quite noticeable, yet I felt her body heat overcoming the frigid state of the room. As she was a werewolf, this should not be a surprise.

As I closed my eyes, I felt her move closer, she muttered something incoherent,

"What was that?"

"Good night, Wens. That's what I saiiiiiid."

"Oh, I too wish you a good night."

"Sweet dreaaaams."

"I would rather not."