"Sending shivers down my spine."

"Body's aching all the time."

In which, wrong place wrong time.

NOT ACCURATE TO INITIAL MESSAGE!!

You knew about Slurp, and you knew when he had gone missing Pugsley seemed distraught. You were there when he fed Slurp those mystery meat sandwiches. You had even offered Slurp a couple apples a day that you'd taken from lunch and apologized to it about the way Pugsley couldn't find better food for the... thing, (Since - according to Pugsley - Slurp was offended by the word Zombie,) Slurp accepted that as well. You and Pugsley were together he had found Slurp missing. You were where when Mr. Gomez and Pugsley were on the search - hell, you helped them out until you all went to the festival together.

...

"Pugsley wait!" You shouted as he left the school grounds. You sighed, looking to Eugene. It was the Venetian Ball and Pugsley had left early for some reason he didn't wanna discuss other than the words - "They won't notice anyways." "I'll go get him. Come find us if your corpse moths come back." You told Eugene at the front gates before walking after Pugsley who had disappeared into the forest.

...

"Pugsley!!" You had called, walking through the forest, nearing the graveyard. "Pu--" You were cut off, seeing Pugsley's unconscious body. "Pugs!" You called, relief flooded your body. Even though Pugsley naturally ran cold, you checked for a pulse anyways and spotted no wounds. "God Pugs, Mrs. Addams was gonna have my head if I couldn't find you before she noticed you were missing." You softly huffed, standing and looking down at the boy's body. "Come on, Pugs, we gotta go."

When Pugsley laid for a beat of silence before panic settled in and you knelt again, trying to shake him awake. This wasn't him faking it, but you'd felt a pulse. "Pugsley- come on Pugs-"

You didn't even see the heavy stick swinging down on your head until the world turned sideways and blood dripped down your temple while colors blurred together until it darkened into blackness.

...

When you came too, Pugsley was already awake. Chains wrapped around his neck and wrists and muffling him walking was a cloth wrapped around his teeth and jammed into his mouth.

A loud slam from the door had momentarily drawn you attention away from the youngest Addams. Tyler? What?

Pugsley was seated at the end of the table facing the wall, you were beside him facing the wall as you shared the same restraints and 'muzzle' as Pugsley. Next to a desk with a mirror, a man stood and -- was that Tyler's mother?? "I made Hyde tracks about 20 miles north and dropped Pugsley's costume, then made an anonymous tip like you said."

You knew Wednesday would never fall for that bull. You froze as the man turned around and cheerily approached both you and Pugsley, standing at the corner of the table with a smile. "Good, huh?" You cringed as he wrapped an arm around you and Pugsley in a pathetic side hug. Pugsley cringed away from the contact.

Was that.. ticking you heard from this dude's chest? "Now, it's time to put your old flame onto the board." The man said, smiling at Tyler. "Wednesday will know she's being played." Tyler said, unconvinced as he looked to the ticking heart man.

You paused. Ticking heart, why was that so familiar?

You looked to Pugsley, who was staring at the guy with disgust. On Pugsley's other side, Tyler's mom started to pet Pugsley's hair. "Yeah, an Addams... would never sacrifice one of their own. Not even a pawn." His head tilted to look over to you with a smirk. "And that emotional weakness, will be our checkmate." The man looked to the younger Addams with such a guttural hate it probably measured up to Wednesday's. (Actually no.. you think Wednesday was a little scarier.)

"Oh look! A mystery meat sandwich.." The man smirked grabbing the fabric from both yours and Pugsley's mouths and yanking them down. "You're favorite." You froze, remembering. You watched as the man shoved the sandwich into Pugsley's mouth, who spit it out.

"Slurp?"

All eyes snapped to you. 'Slurp' gave another one of his weird too wide smiles. "Actually, it's Isaac. Isaac Night." He said, tilting his head. "And what a pretty apple you are."

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