"Come here, Homer." said the little girl with cold eyes and a calm demeanor.
At her words, a small spider walked onto her hand.
She caressed the spider, which exhibited a surprisingly docile behavior.
The sight was both cute and terrifying.
These words aptly described Tuesday's inner feelings.
One year had passed since she reincarnated. At the age of one, Wednesday already spoke comprehensibly and coherently.
Her behavior was unusual for her age; Wednesday seemed to be a kind of genius.
Her aura still had a good amount of white with some small black dots.
The child was like a blank slate.
Tuesday had done everything she could to reduce the bad influence of her family but struggled to stop her corruption.
As a trace of corruption, Wednesday developed the strange habit of talking to spiders.
"How about playing with Marie?" asked Tuesday, trying to convince the child to play with her doll, Marie Antoinette.
"No, it's not fun." said the child, still playing with her little spider.
Sigh...
She had tried everything to capture the child's attention, but Wednesday still insisted on playing with scary things.
"I will play with you this time!" said Tuesday, still insisting.
"Ha..." sighed little Wednesday with a tired face.
After sighing, the spider walked up her arm to her shoulder and stayed there obediently.
Wednesday picked up a beheaded doll from her bed, emotionless.
"Here you go, Marie, you can play alone."
At her words, control of Wednesday's right arm returned to her. The girl had become skilled at switching parts of her body at will.
'...'
Her behavior left the pitiful Tuesday speechless.
Why would a grown-up man like her play with dolls?
Little Wednesday just played with the small spider again, as if saying, "You do your things and let the adults do their business."
This view severely damaged Tuesday's pride.
Her hand threw the doll in the air and pinched her left arm.
Small tears came from her slightly frowned face.
The spider quickly ran, leaving Wednesday alone, blankly.
In revenge, she bit her right arm without hesitation.
'Ah!' Tuesday tried to hold her pain, tears falling non-stop.
In her little hand, the marks of teeth could be seen.
"You started first." said Wednesday while wiping her tears.
'You brat!' Tuesday pinched her left arm with even more strength.
She didn't care if her actions seemed childish or not.
Wednesday calmly accepted the duel. Their hands and feet teased each other as if they were having a civil war.
The actions were meaningless; both shared the same senses, so it didn't matter where the pain came from.
But neither seemed to care and kept harming themselves.
When Tuesday was almost losing consciousness, she started to sing a calm and peaceful melody.
'♪' Her body started to relax at her voice.
Until she felt a taste of iron in her mouth.
Wednesday had deliberately bitten her tongue, interrupting the melody.
"The same old trick." she said as if she was expecting this moment.
She pinched her right arm and contained her tears.
Wednesday's pain tolerance was improving day by day due to the constant fight.
"Apologize." she demanded.
'...'
At the silence, Wednesday pinched her right arm even harder, a small tear falling from her eye.
'Ah-'
"Apologize."
'Ahhh!'
"Apologize."
'I'm sorry! I'm sorry!'
Tears were falling from her face, but her expression showed joy from her sweated victory.
Tuesday was left with her futile pride even more damaged.
For some reason, the black dots were growing even more, filling her with feelings of joy and sadness simultaneously.
She felt like something weird and strange was being awakened in Wednesday.
"Your voice sounds good." said Wednesday with a rare smile.
'Creepy child.'
Both Wednesday and Tuesday felt goosebumps on their bodies.
'Let's stop now.'
"Ok."
Both were damaged in this battle and had no plans to continue.
Tok tok.
A small sound came from the door. Wednesday approached with small steps.
In front of them was a living hand; it was Thing, calling them to have a meal.
Thing was responsible for waking up Wednesday in the morning and helping Lurch with the domestic activities.
Despite his mischievous pranks and foot fetish, Thing had great value even to Tuesday.
At least he never tried to kill her—until now.
Wednesday followed Thing until the kitchen and the entire family were already sat in their chairs.
"Oh, our favorite death traps have finally arrived here" said the mustache man with doting eyes dramatically getting up from his sit and hugging Wednesday.
Both Tuesday and Wednesday didn't like Huggies.
Tuesday had PTSD after dying after being hugged by a woman in a mortal kiss and Wednesday simply was a self-centered and strange child.
A disgusted face clearly showed the feelings of both of them.
Gomez kissed her face and spun her in the air.
Her father was an eccentric man, he was definitely mad but Tuesday couldn't deny the fact his love was real.
It was a so cling and viscous feeling that she had nausea just approaching him.
"Did you fight with Tuesday again?" asked her mother with understandable eyes.
Her body was in a terrible state, her hair and clothes were messy and there were red marks all over her body.
Morticia approached and organized her hair with skilled hands.
Wednesday just accepted her touch while closing her eyes.
The meal followed this way.
Lurch brought the food and Thing organized the plates at the dinner table.
Uncle Fester and Grandma were betting in the background as if they didn't care about the world.
Wednesday sat in a huge chair with an apron for children.
"Let's start the ritual." said Gomez with a formal face.
All the family held hands around the table and closed their eyes.
"%~$¨%#@!~"
The content of the ritual was just scary spiritual bullshit.
Tuesday always asked herself if those people knew what the hell they were saying.
"Finally, let's enjoy today all the lives we killed until now to sustain our futile lives" said Gomez, finishing the strange ritual.
The food was an indescribable dark matter with bread around.
Her mother specially ground the strange matter to facilitate chewing.
The view was terrible.
Wednesday chewed the food without hesitation. The texture was as suspect as the view but she seemed didn't care.
Tuesday just remained silently observing her feeding herself as an observer.
That was like she lived. She wouldn't interfere in Wednesday's life unless necessary.
She was comfortable living this way. She would prefer never to interact with those people if possible.
"Wednesday" said her mother, breaking the silence of the meal. "Can you switch to Tuesday this time?"
Suddenly, the woman broke the perfect status quo.
"...Fine." said Wednesday, her voice carrying some hesitation.
Wednesday knew well how Tuesday was wary of her parents. She rarely talked to them.
The only person Tuesday had kept a long dialog until now was Wednesday.
After almost being killed by her grandma, the image of her family couldn't be worse.
The once cold pupils were replaced with even colder pupils. It was like a broken doll, hiding her emotions completely.
"What did you think of the meal?" she asked with a gentle and seductive smile.
"..."
Her hands caressed her hair full of maternal love. Her black aura mixed with her feelings giving a familiar contradictory feeling to Tuesday.
As she always did, she put on a persona to hide her feelings and showed just as much as she wanted.
The noisy room became silent and all the stares were directed at her.
No words could describe how uncomfortable she was, her danger sense was alerting her of danger all the time, but her instincts were telling her everything was okay.
Tuesday fixed her eyes into the woman's eyes as if pressuring her to talk her business.
"I want to see you more often." Her eyes showed a worried feeling while she touched her hands like a precious jewel.
Feeling her loving touch Tuesday could tell her words were full of truth and kindness.
But it wasn't enough to make her treat her family favorably, she never forgot each threat to Wednesday's life. The woman had a history as everyone else.
'Irrational' This word was the only word able to describe those people in front of her.
They were the pinnacle of care and ignorance. This family was full of contradictions, that's why she just wanted to avoid them as much as possible.
"I see."
This was everything she could tell her.
It would take a long time for the Addams to win her heart.
Morticia's feelings were complex, at this moment she was just a mother worried about her child she never was able to know.