— He activated the monster in that cave where he set it on fire.
— Enough. — she took off her glasses. — Donovan, darling. Make your master happy and shut her up forever.
— He's not on your side. — Mors grumbled.
— Donovan would do anything for me. What did they do to your wife... — she approached him.
— If he only hates excluded people, why is he killing normies?
— They are pawns in a bigger game. Like you two.
— Have you heard enough? — Mors asked Weems, who returned to her true form.
— Don't make things difficult, Marilyn.
— My name is Laurel! — the woman stuck a syringe into Larissa's neck.
— Director Weems! — Wednesday and Mors bent down to see the woman foaming at the mouth as she choked.
— Belladonna poison.
— A beautiful ending, don't you think? — was the last thing Mors heard before Laurel hit her in the head with a shovel, before doing the same to Wednesday.
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— You're not going to turn into a wolf now, are you? It's a full moon and blood night. — Ajax asked Enid while they were alone in the room she shared with Yoko.
— No. — she laughed. — I'm fine, I think. But this is helping. — she kissed him again just before her cell phone rang.
The blonde walked away from the boy and answered the call, seeing Eugene on the screen.
— Eugene! How are you?
— Have you seen Wednesday?
— No. Wasn't she going to New Jersey?
— She and the director went to confront Mrs. Thornhill.
— Why would they confront Mrs. Thornhill?
— Because she's behind everything. She is the villain. A bad person.
— Okay, Ajax and I are going to check in the greenhouse. — Sinclair said before Thing rushed in and she hung up the call.
— What?! Director Weems?! The sheriff and Thornhill took her to Crackstone's crypt?! Who are nightshades? — Thing pointed to Ajax, who rubbed his face.
— I'll explain it to you on the way.
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When Mors woke up, she felt her wrists clenched upwards, like her sister's. The two were trapped in chains in Joseph's crypt.
— I have to admit. Weems' metamorphosis trick almost worked. But as my father said: if you want to defeat an outcast, be smarter. Our family tree goes back to Joseph Crackstone.
— So you descend from psychotic killers.
— Joseph Crackstone was a visionary dedicated to protecting the standards of the outcast until his life was cut short by an outcast: Goody Addams. And to make it worse, they stole his land to build this abomination of a school. But we continue with this cause.
— They were collecting pieces to resurrect Crackstone. — Mors said.
— You can't resurrect the dead. Believe me, I've tried. — Wednesday said.
— Your ancestor would disagree.
— So, you were the one who stole the original Pilgrims book.
— Goody wasn't satisfied with just killing him. She cursed his soul.
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FanfictionMors Addams was very different from her twin sister. Not just physically, but in tastes and ideas for life. After arriving in Never More, Mors realizes that maybe the school wasn't so bad after all and became friends with a nice wolf girl, the son...
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