| Wednesday Addams

Enid had drug Wednesday to this loud, obnoxious party crawling with insecurity and a desperate need for peer approval. The werewolf had said it'd be "fun"—but of course, Wednesday and her bubbly roommate have incredibly different definitions of 'fun'.

It was going... smooth enough at first. She shamed a few people which felt good, though it mildly embarrassed Enid in the process. People were calling Wednesday a 'buzzkill'—good, killing the insidious vibe of this party brought her joy.

Then it all came to a crest when she was forced to play spin the bottle. She was affronted by the mere suggestion of playing this kind of 'game', but Enid had somehow managed to convince her. Well lets just say this would be the last time that stupid wolf would ever convince her to do anything 'fun' again.

Wednesday glared up at you impassively, arms crossed over her chest as her nose wrinkles slightly from the dust in the closet. The bottle landed on you and Enid had managed to shove her into this closet with you, locking the two of you in here together and alone for the next dreadful seven minutes.

"This means nothing." Wednesday says in her usual monotone voice, her expression tight and visibly uncomfortable. "It's just... unfortunate circumstances, leave fate to trap me with an insufferable troglodyte." her words were meant to be deflective and biting.