THING!
Thing was rather insistent about having a mani pedi with you. Telling you that you needed to fix up your nails and get them repainted. You only agreed because you missed your mani pedi hangouts. After everything that has been going on you wanted a calm relaxing night.
You planned to tell Thing about the truth that you had uncovered during your time in Gates mansion and about your many visions and sleepwalking dreams that you just keep on having. Wanting to share with someone else.
Once getting there, Thing had his stuff set up just in the middle of the room. Closing the door on your way in, you sat in front of him with a smile on your face. "God we haven't done this ever since before I went to Nevermore."
He bows in agreement, pulling out two different kinds of nail polish. One white and the other black. Criss crossing your legs, you let him do his work. Cleaning up your nails, getting all the muck out. This is when you begin spilling the truth, "I know who's the monster." Thing taps your hand for you to be still, listening to you carefully. "It's Tyler, I saw him turn into it." You say. "And I've been having dreams of people's memories. All connecting to the murder of my biological parents. The girl who killed them, she's Laurel, as in Laurel Gates." Once finished with that, he begins to file your nails down to sharpness, having them with a point. Younger you used to call them cat claws, making you feel like such. "Laurel Gates and Tyler are working together for some reason. I'm not entirely sure yet. All I know is that Laurel wants me dead. And she'll do anything to achieve it." Then he went on painting your nails. One hand coated with three white painted nails with the two others being black and the other just opposite.
After your nails were done and dried you began doing his. "It's been hard keeping it from everyone. I want to tell them but I also don't want to put them in any danger." You talk to him. "I need to know where Laurel is before she hurts anymore people I care about. She has to be faking an identity after killing my parents."
He speaks, Kinbott? Shaking your head, "No, it can't be here. Laurel wouldn't be stupid enough to keep her blonde hair. No, she would have changed her appearances drastically." You voice your thoughts.
Receiving a text from Enid, you look down at your phone.
We're having pizza! 🍕
If you want to join you can.
In Yoko's room. 🦇 ❣️
Sorry, having mani pedis with Thing
Bummer!
Also have you've seen my Moonshine nail polish?
I can't find it anywhere.
I'll check in your old room, if you left it here.
Thanks, (nickname).
Yojre the best!
*You're
Shutting off your phone. "Do you have any idea where Enid's nail polish is?"
Thing bows and points towards her closet. Telling you he had placed it in there after Wednesday had come to pick it up off the ground. You make your way towards Enid's closet as Thing was cleaning up his stuff and putting them away under Wednesday's bed.
Searching through her closet you found it. Returning to the bedroom, closing the door. "Found it." You said slipping it into your pocket ready to go back to your conversation.
But Thing was nowhere to be found. "Thing?" You called out. "Thing? I'm not five anymore." You place your hands on your hips. "I refuse to play hide n seek with you."
With no response you began to get worried. "Thing?" You frowned deeply. "Alright, you win. What do you want out of it?"
Looking around the floor or desks or even beds he was nowhere in sight. Your eyes lifted up towards the ceiling to see if he had crawled that high up. Your eyes landing on him. Stabbed right through his hand dangling there bleeding out. "THING!" You screamed in horror.
You ran over to him ready to get him down and get the knife out of him as quickly as possible. But fates had other plans. Thing as he slowly was dying points towards your sister's desk, vigorously. Wanting you to protect the book that laid on top of it.
Sighing you hastily grab a hold of the diary but a cloth covers your mouth and nose. An arm wrapping around you. Fighting against them. They fought too. You practically threw yourself towards the desk. Barrelling down, your arm swipes the book onto the ground.
Turning around, being supported by the desk, you hoist your legs up kicking the person onto the ground. They dressed in a huge black body tarp with goggles that hid their eyes. Bright red rain shoes. Covered in mud.
Once again you threw yourself towards the ground grabbing a hold of the book. Your next course of action. Save Thing and get the hell out of there!
The figure that had come to break an entry into your twin's room got up off the ground, grabbing a fistfull of hair yanking you down from the chair and far away from the dismembered hand. Slamming your head into the desk. Once. Twice. Three. Four times.
Grabbing a pot you slammed it against their head. Adrenaline ran through your blood cold. The person throws a punch hitting you right on your bottom lip and jaw. Staggering back, you lift up your hands ready to fight. Though they brought out a blade. "Well, aren't you smart enough to bring a knife to a fist fight." You say.
They slashed the knife down towards you, pulling back. You tried your best to dodge the knife from coming into contact with you. Throwing papers towards the madman. You jumped towards the diary and so did the intruder.
Both of you landed side by side. But the one wearing black grabs your hand slamming it onto the ground hard and pierces the blade through the middle of it. A scream would have left your lips but the person grabbed the same cloth and placed it over your nose and mouth keeping it pressed there until you passed out entirely.
✦➶ 𝕥𝓘мẸ ˢк𝐈𝐩 ➷✧
Wednesday enters her room expecting everything to be as it should only to walk into her room a mess. You laying on the ground passed out. "Y/n!" She goes by your side, looking over to see if you had any wounds. Bruises and cuts all over your face. A blade embedded into your hand.
She lowers her head, her ear pressing against your chest hearing of your heartbeat. Hearing it beating at a normal rate. She then wakes you up. "Y/n! Y/n! Wake up!" Blinking your eyes open, pain shot everywhere on your body. A sigh of relief left your sister's lips. Before worry became one of her. "Where's Thing?" She immediately questions.
Your eyes widen, looking over at the wall, seeing him there, not moving. Wednesday found your line of sight. She goes up and undaggers him. You pull the blade out of your hand. "We need to get him to Fester." She says as you gave her a piece of cloth for him.
The both of you started running with you on her tail as she headed to Eugene's bee hut. Yelling, "Fester! Fester! Help! Help! Help!" She slams through the door, presenting the dismembered hand towards your guys' uncle. "Thing's not moving!" Fester wakes up looking over at you both seeing you in such distraught. "He was stabbed."
"Get him on the table!" Fester gets up from his lying position.
Wednesday pushes the stuff off of the table and places Thing there. And your uncle got to work on reviving the severed hand. You clenched your own bloody hands, holding it tightly against your chest. Tears clouding your eyes. "Oh come on Thing." Fester says quietly. Your heart drops the more time passes. After a few more times, he frowns. "He's gone." He says.
Wednesday shakes her head. "No, he's not. Thing." Tears began to escape your eyes heading down your cheeks. "If you can hear me... if you die, I will kill you." She then turns to Fester. "Go, again." She demands. When he doesn't move, she slams her hand on the table, "Now! Again, please!"
Fester does as he's told. Going again. Within two more shocks, Thing began to move. Relief filling your entire body. Wednesday shuddering a gasp.
"For a minute we thought you'd picked your last lock, buddy." Fester speaks up first.
"Who did this to you?" Wednesday asks firstly.
Thing then informs her that he had no idea. He was stabbed in the back. "Knife from behind the back. Cowards." She then turns towards you. "Did you see them?"
Standing there, you began swaying side to side. Wednesday catches you. "Perhaps you can rest for now. Then answer my questions later." She has you sit down. "I'll stitch up your hand, alright."
Your voice at a rasp, as you responded, "Alright."