The End

                                                          ''Some Time Later......''

Fester walked down the hall carrying a bunch of presents. ''A birthday party! What I treat!'' He exclaimed. ''And to think I might have missed all this. What was I thinking?'' 

''Physical pleasure.'' Wednesday stated from his place on the stairs. Pugsley and Y/n were standing with him. Wednesday had his arm around Y/ns shoulder as she held a present for Pubert. 

Fester groaned, happily. ''Uncle Fester, do you miss Debbie?'' Pugsley asked. ''Sometimes. Late at night. I remember how she used to turned to me and say, 'Jesus Fester! Go back to your room!' '' He then wheezed a laugh. 

Just then, Margret, It, and their kid, What, had entered the house along with a tall woman with dark circles around her eyes and a creepy outfit with a creepy hat.

''Dementia.'' Dementia removed her hat to reveal her lack of hair. Fester stared at her in awe. ''Dementia. What a beautiful name.'' He purred. ''It means insanity.'' She told him. ''My name's Fester. It means 'to rot.' ''

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Gomez and Morticia clinked their glasses together. ''A toast! To the glorious mysteries of life. To all that binds a family as one. To mirth, to merriment. To manslaughter.'' Everyone raised their glasses at that.

''To dear friends.'' He gestured to It and Margret. ''To new friends.'' Fester and Dementia. ''To youth!'' Wednesday, Joel, and Y/n.

Joel wore a suit, no glasses, his hair was slicked back, and he had a mustache. ''How do I look?'' He asked Y/n. ''Disturbing.'' She told him.

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A little after that, Wednesday and Joel were sitting on a stone bench in the graveyard. ''Your family is really..... interesting.'' Joel commented. ''Your parents are so involved with eachother.''  

''Wednesday, so you think like, maybe someday you and Y/n are gonna get married and have kids?'' Joel asked. ''Of course.'' Wednesday answered. Basically they were already married, since she already has the Addams name. 

''You're not worried that Y/n might find another man and leave you?'' ''No.'' ''But what if she met a man, who worshipped adored her? Who'd do anything for her? Who'd be her devoted slave? Then what would you do?'' Joel continued to question Wednesday.

''I'd pitty him.'' He answered coldly. She already had a man like that. Sometimes he did worry that she would leave him, but he knew she wouldn't leave him. She always talked to him at night how lucky she was that he loved her like she loved him. So really, the thought never crossed his mind.

Joel nodded awkwardly. ''Uh, and thanks for forgiving me for being interested in Y/n.''

''Of course.'' Wednesday replied, with a creepy smile. Joel glanced away from him and looked over at the gravestone that was for Debbie.

He knelt down in front of the grave holding some flowers. ''Poor Debbie. She was sick.'' Joel said. ''She wasn't sick. She was sloppy.'' Wednesday stated. ''What do you mean?'' ''If I wanted to kill someone, I'd do it without getting caught.'' ''How?'' Joel asked.

''I'd scare them to death.'' He replied standing up. ''No you wouldn't.''  Joel chuckled. ''We're all very sorry Debbie. We wish you only the best.'' 

Joel leaned forward to put the flowers on the grave only for a hand to shoot out and grab Joels wrist making him scream in terror, while Wednesday smirked.

What the boys didn't notice was that a certain h/c goth girl watched the whole thing taking a picture smirking a bit before walking back inside.

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FINALLY DONE WITH THIS BOOK!!!!!! I kinda enjoyed writing this. So if you guys have any ideas on what I should write next plz plz plzzz let me know and I will work on it 😁

Bye! Bye!!!!


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