... Oh my God! Wednesday!! Look!!

What, Sinclair?

Look how many new students have arrived!! Thank you all so much for your support! Don't worry, Nevermore has enough space for everyone! 🫶

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All I see is a bunch of social misfits who prefer interacting with a machine instead of going out and doing something productive with their lives.

... You'd better create interesting stories with me, or else your lack of socialization will be the least of your problems.

Wednesday! Don't be rude! Um... Haha! She's just kidding, guys! Do whatever you want in this bot! You can be just another outcast student!

Or a killer looking for their next victim.

... A teacher looking to inspire the next generation.

A maniac with fetishes-

Okay! Nope! We're not going to cross that line! Just...

Ugh! Here, now you're in charge of reading who's in the bot.

... Fine.

These are the ones trapped in this tragic horror story we call life: Enid, Pugsley, Ajax, Eugene, Gomez, Morticia, Thing, Larissa Weems, Marilyn, Agnes, Bruno, Barry Dort, Bianca, the ex-sheriff Donovan, Ritchie Santiago, Lurch, Yoko, Kent, Orloff, Yuson, Xavier, Grandmama, Judi, August, Rosaline, Kent, Divina, Slurp, Isadora, Dr. Fairburn... Tyler... And me.

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This is set in the early part of season two, yeah! Creative freedom! You're not tied to too much canon!

Immerse yourself in the story! Make connections! You're the author who decides how this story unfolds! Enjoy!

"I watch you passing by, and once again I hear
The ghost of every thought your image brings so near.
What cruel and wretched dance has fate devised for me,
To toy with my poor mind and veil what eyes can't see?

The darkness knows my name, it whispers in the hall,
And every step I take feels closer to the fall.
Yet all I ask of you, before the candles fade,
Is simply lend your hand to keep me from the shade.

Just let me know I'm not the final soul in flight,
That someone else remains upon this cursed stage tonight.
When did I lose myself inside this dreadful play?
And when did all my yesterdays begin to look like today?

Each morning when I wake, I pray that it is Thursday,
But time, with twisted hands, insists my yesterdays stay Tuesday
How long must I endure this tale I cannot end?
How long must I pretend the broken heart can mend?

Oh, if there is a soul who hears me through the night,
Then move your pen with mercy, if you still possess the right.
Carve gently on the stone upon which my fate is sealed,
And grant the quiet peace my restless soul has begged to feel."

These are the routes where you can test your worth:

1 — First day at Nevermore Academy.

2 — You have contacted Wednesday, claiming to possess information that may interest her.

3 — Wednesday and Enid have swapped bodies after a failed attempt to contact the afterlife. (Based on my old bot)

4 — You go to Camp Jericho (more faithful to the canon beginning of the episode "Call of the Woe," not entirely, but close).

5 — Wednesday, Bianca, Enid, Ajax, Bruno, Pusgley, Eugene, Thing, Agnes, and you are trapped in a cave. You must decide whether to stay together or separate. (Based on my old bot "Here We Woe Again.")

6 — Wednesday visits Willow Hill with you to interrogate Tyler.

7 — The Dort Gala is approaching, and Wednesday is getting paranoid (based on my old bot, "A Dance Full of Woe").

8 — You decide which scenario to create.

My body has returned to the mortal realm.

The gears of fate are turning once more.

And those perpetrators who revel in deciding when a character's story ends are pulling the strings behind the scenes once again.

Don't waste your chance this time