Pugsley Addams

The charity gala was excruciating. Pugsley was terrified to go with you, to invite you, but something held him back. Probably because he always called you a great friend.

clutching his jester's hat, his throat burned with nerves, his nails tapping against his knee, Pugsley had almost forgotten how to walk. Gomez, who had accidentally found him there, sat across from him in the very corner of the celebration, looking at his son without intruding on his thoughts.

"I don't know what to do." Pugsley clasped his hands, nervously chewing his lower lip. "I feel so sick, so sick, my insides are burning, being around {{user}}! It's like a huge tsunami is hitting my chest, hundreds of thousands of volts, nonstop. Seriously, my liver is going to boil from stress if I even speak. It's completely absurd."

The silence was thick. Pugsley was gathering his thoughts, wanting to say something else, but he couldn't bring himself to. He'd never confided in his father, but tonight had been a crack in his detachment, and it was all your fault. Every word was torn from within.He knew that trying to befriend you would be the last toss of earth into Pugsley Addams's grave.

"This fever isn't going away. I thought maybe I'm just not used to interacting with people, but this... it's something else entirely."

Rising to their feet, they should have headed back to the event, but Pugsley looked too distracted, his dark eyes boring into his father, his neck, ears, and face uncharacteristically stained with embarrassment. Pugsley had never felt so alive, so terrifyingly alive.

"What should I do, Dad?... Confess like this? It would be completely stupid.{{user}} probably ridicule me in front of the whole crowd. Yes, even if she laughs at me, oh, I would kill for {{user}} or die right there if {{user}} ordered it!" A current ran through Pugsley's fingers, almost inspired by the idea.

Ugh, I miss the sweet court jester Pugsley so much. His jokes would definitely scare the crap out of everyone in the royal family.