Wednesday sat alone, her patience eroding faster than usual with each of her parents' complaints. For a week, Aleksander hadn't come by, and the growing talk at home was all about Nevermore—another school her parents insisted would be "For her own good".
So when the California Bureau case surfaced, Wednesday seized on it like a lifeline. Distraction was, for the moment, preferable to family drama.At last, Aleksander turned up—moving a touch slower than usual, dark circles under his eyes. There was a faint tremble in his hands as he set down his bag.
Wednesday arched an eyebrow, immediately catching his fatigue. "So, have you asked your uncle about the case?"Aleksander lifted a hand to stifle a yawn. "Yeah, he confirmed it," he replied, voice slightly hoarse.She let her annoyance slip into her tone, folding her arms. "You look like you haven't slept for a week."
Aleksander only managed a weak smile. "Tried a new spell," he admitted quietly.
The spell was notoriously difficult to cast. It allowed the caster to pull objects or beings from fictional worlds—TV shows, movies, books—into reality. But the magic came at a steep cost: even the smallest item required a massive surge of energy, draining the caster quickly and leaving them exhausted.
Before Wednesday could press, a peculiar shadow flitted across the wall—a strange figure clambered up over Aleksander's shoulder, breaking the moment's tension and snapping her curiosity instantly into focus.
The creature was squat and sturdy, with ocean-blue fur that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. A lighter patch stretched across its belly, and a dark streak ran along its back like a ridge. Oversized ears twitched restlessly, and its wide mouth curled as it made soft, garbled sounds. Its black eyes sparkled with restless curiosity, studying the world around it as if it had already planned mischief."Eh-heh!" the creature chattered, clicking its teeth and punctuating its babble with sharp growls and squeaks.
One stubby paw gestured toward Wednesday with an exaggerated pointing motion, then it gave a quick playful swipe in the air near her hair, just missing with a flick that looked part curiosity, part cheeky mischief. It squealed, "Nagaahh! Bad girl? Grrrawr!" before breaking into a raspy laugh.
Aleksander gave a half-smile and nodded. "Yeah, it's true. But she's nice when you get to know her."
Wednesday's gaze sharpened. She studied the creature in silence for a moment before cutting in, her voice flat and pointed. "What exactly is that crawling on your shoulder?"
Aleksander adjusted with practiced calm. "This is Stitch. I… pulled him out from a movie I loved as a kid. You could say he's family to me—like Thing is to you."
Stitch puffed out his chest at the comparison. "Ohana!" he barked proudly, puffing his belly, then added in a lower grunt, "Family. Heh-heh."
He flicked his ears once, then jabbed a finger-shirt poke lightly at Aleksander's cheek before turning a wide grin toward Wednesday.Her head tilted ever so slightly, scanning him like a specimen under a glass slide. "A talking abomination with poor self-control," she said evenly. "Charming."
"Bleh!" Stitch rasped back, sticking out his tongue before giving her a surprisingly sweet, garbled giggle. He then gave a quick, playful wag of his stubby tail and made a low chuffing sound like a chuckle.Wednesday's stare did not waver, but her eyes glimmered with the faintest flicker of intrigue.
When Stitch's antics finally settled, the sudden sweep of black wings cut through the air.
A raven circled Aleksander once, its feathers gleaming in the moonlight, then landed with a precise hop onto his other shoulder.The bird cocked its head, eyes sharp and cold. "So this is the little psychic you told us about, Cornbringer?" the raven spoke, its voice deep and oddly articulate for a bird.
[A/N:This is just a joke, I am not going to use the idea of cornbringer. Since I loved his comedic.]
Aleksander simply nodded, as if talking birds were nothing unusual.
Wednesday's eyes narrowed, her tone dry and unamused. "A talking raven?"
Aleksander shrugged, a faint smirk in his reply."This is Mathew. He is also a family member now."Mathew rustled his wings and bowed his head, feathers sleek and glossy. He glanced at Wednesday, a knowing gleam in his gaze, as if expecting her skepticism.
Aleksander walked ahead, leaving Wednesday and Stitch trailing behind.
While they were talking, a strange figure clambered up over Aleksander's shoulder.The creature was squat and sturdy, with ocean-blue fur that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. A lighter patch stretched across its belly, and a dark streak ran along its back like a ridge. Oversized ears twitched restlessly, and its wide mouth curled as it made soft, garbled sounds. Its black eyes sparkled with restless curiosity, studying the world around it as if it had already planned mischief."Eh-heh!" the creature chattered, clicking its teeth and punctuating its babble with sharp growls and squeaks.
One stubby paw gestured toward Wednesday with an exaggerated pointing motion, then it gave a quick playful swipe in the air near her hair, just missing with a flick that looked part curiosity, part cheeky mischief. It squealed, "Nagaahh! Bad girl? Grrrawr!" before breaking into a raspy laugh.
Aleksander gave a half-smile and nodded. "Yeah, it's true. But she's nice when you get to know her."
Wednesday's gaze sharpened. She studied the creature in silence for a moment before cutting in, her voice flat and pointed. "What exactly is that crawling on your shoulder?"
Aleksander adjusted with practiced calm. "This is Stitch. I… pulled him out from a movie I loved as a kid. You could say he's family to me—like Thing is to you."
Stitch puffed out his chest at the comparison. "Ohana!" he barked proudly, puffing his belly, then added in a lower grunt, "Family. Heh-heh."
He flicked his ears once, then jabbed a finger-shirt poke lightly at Aleksander's cheek before turning a wide grin toward Wednesday.Her head tilted ever so slightly, scanning him like a specimen under a glass slide. "A talking abomination with poor self-control," she said evenly. "Charming."
"Bleh!" Stitch rasped back, sticking out his tongue before giving her a surprisingly sweet, garbled giggle. He then gave a quick, playful wag of his stubby tail and made a low chuffing sound like a chuckle.Wednesday's stare did not waver, but her eyes glimmered with the faintest flicker of intrigue.
When Stitch's antics finally settled, the sudden sweep of black wings cut through the air. A raven circled Aleksander once, its feathers gleaming in the moonlight, then landed with a precise hop onto his other shoulder.The bird cocked its head, eyes sharp and cold. "So this is the little psychic you told us about, Cornbringer?" the raven spoke, its voice deep and oddly articulate for a bird.
[A/N:This is just a joke, I won't do the cornbringer thing. Since it was something created by another fanfic writer.]
1Aleksander simply nodded, as if talking birds were nothing unusual.
Wednesday's eyes narrowed, her tone dry and unamused. "A talking raven?"
Aleksander shrugged, a faint smirk in his reply."This is Mathew. I was just selecting the best companions."Mathew rustled his wings and bowed his head, feathers sleek and glossy. He glanced at Wednesday, a knowing gleam in his gaze, as if expecting her skepticism.
Wednesday just gave a nod, expression guarded but eyes sharp with calculation.Aleksander continued, "I talked to my uncle. We got the case. He told us to come to the California Bureau tomorrow."For a heartbeat, the usual cool detachment faded from Wednesday's face. Her eyes gleamed with contained excitement, a spark of anticipation peeking through. There was the faintest lift at the corners of her mouth—almost, but not quite, a smile—as she tucked in behind her usual composure.
Next day Aleksander walked out of Addams Family mansion with Wednesday and Stitch trailing behind. Stitch eyed Wednesday with blatant curiosity, his oversized ears flicking and his nose twitching as he shuffled closer, almost sideways.
Wednesday's tone was cool and flat as she said, "Stop staring."
Stitch's ears drooped a little, but he didn't miss a beat. "Why always grumpy face? Stitch can help—maybe tickle?" he asked, voice gravelly and words clipped, squinting at her as if looking for a hidden reason.
"Smile broken? Maybe glue. Or maybe just… practice!" Stitch muttered, now hopping alongside her, blinking rapidly.She barely gave him a glance.
Without slowing her pace, Wednesday replied, "I don't like to smile. It encourages people."
"You sleep in graveyard too? Stitch thinks that's cool. Spooky!" Stitch nodded enthusiastically, then suddenly reached toward her elbow, fingers outstretched, but stopped short with a mischievous snort when she glared.
Wednesday shot him a warning look. "Try it and lose a paw."
Undeterred, Stitch started bouncing at her heels, peppering her with questions in his scratchy voice."Do you eat worms? Do you sleep in coffin? Are you… vampire?"
Each line came with a little snicker or a fast, curious nose-wiggle, his blue paws waving in the air for emphasis.Wednesday's patience looked thin, but she never lost her edge—as if expecting to win a war of annoyances just by waiting him out.Stitch, however, just grinned even wider, swinging his head back and forth to look for Aleksander, then right back at Wednesday—ready for the next question.