The door

Creek...

Tuesday opened the door to his room and looked around cautiously.

With slow steps, he walked outside the room.

In front of him, the interior of a large mansion was revealed.

Many words could describe the Addams Mansion.

But if there were a single word to describe Tuesday's feelings, it would be "big."

Even having been an idol in his past life, Tuesday had lived in an ordinary small house.

So, it was quite an impressive place in his eyes.

The worst part was the atmosphere.

It was full of dust, insects, and peculiar armor.

The material seemed very expensive, too.

It was weird but undeniably well-made.

How rich were the Addams to live in a place like that?

That wasn't the only question Tuesday had.

Where did the energy of this mansion come from?

It was a mystery how water and food could be provided.

The mansion was located at the top of a mountain.

Tuesday knew it because he had memories from when he was a baby.

There was a small city with a hospital and basic structures surrounding this mountain.

It was very rural and primitive; time seemed to have stopped for them.

But at least they had everything a house should have to function.

However, this mansion was a bit different.

There didn't seem to be a plumbing system.

The front door also would open and close without anyone saying anything or using any technology.

Wednesday didn't think it was odd.

Because things had always been this way for her.

But for Tuesday, who had lived a common life in modern society, this was very odd.

Dark energy enveloped the entire mansion, too.

It seemed to be something only he could notice.

Tuesday had the power to see the essence of beings.

So it was strange that a mansion had an "essence."

It seemed like it had its own ego.

"..."

No, it couldn't be... right?

Creek!

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a door behind him was closed.

When he looked back, no one was there.

'It was just the wind,' said Wednesday in his mind with a pitiful tone.

Tuesday's face blushed.

He literally sounded like a girl scared of the wind.

It was strange to walk with his own legs after a while.

Wednesday was almost always in command, so he lived automatically.

It seemed sad, but it had its good parts.

He could live very lazily.

If he was hungry, Wednesday would feed him. If he was thirsty, she would get him water.

Basically, all his basic needs were provided by Wednesday, who usually lived diligently. She always ate at the same time and kept things organized.

The environment was trash, and the family was creepy.

But at least he had Wednesday, who was like a full-time worker facilitating his life.

It was a strange feeling at first. But once he got used to it, life became more satisfying.

Was that the sensation of being sustained by his daughter?

Well, it wasn't entirely "good." Wednesday was very curious, and he still needed to protect her.

Also, things sometimes got strange when they needed to use the bathroom...

The conversations in the bathroom couldn't be less weird.

Once, Morticia became so excited about a new "recipe" that she forced the entire family to eat her black meal.

Wednesday and all the Addams suffered in the process. The bathroom was always busy.

'Why did you eat this crap?!'

"Mama made it."

'Why did you keep eating then?!'

"And why are you angry? At least 'I' ate."

They spent an entire day in the bathroom cursing each other.

The smell was not pleasant either.

So, sharing a body had advantages and disadvantages.

'How long will you stay there?'

Wednesday asked in his mind.

Tuesday had just stopped in front of the door with a blank face.

He was escaping from reality with his thoughts.

'If you don't want to go, give me back the body,' she said with an angry tone.

Tuesday's hands started to tremble hopelessly.

Almost two years had passed, and maybe this was the first time "he" had walked into this mansion.

"I just need some time..."

'A time for what?'

"To prepare my heart."

'How much time will it take?'

"I don't know."

'Why?'

"I don't know!"

Wednesday started to ask stupid questions in his mind.

'If you don't know, let me read my book.'

"Don't read it!"

'Why?'

Why? Was this the only word she knew?!

He had forgotten how annoying kids can be.

As with any child, Wednesday also asked him many questions.

Sometimes, very uncomfortable ones.

'Can't you do anything alone?'

"What?! What are you insinuating with that?"

'Am I wrong?'

"Of course you are!"

'So, prove it.'

Her words were full of sarcasm.

This child was judging him from top to bottom.

For better or for worse, her words had a strong effect on Tuesday.

"Ha...?! Did you think I couldn't do it?! I'll show you then!"

Tuesday took a strong step forward.

"CRICK!" Suddenly, a bird hit the hallway window.

He immediately took two steps back.

He was the perfect example of "For every step forward, two steps back."

'See, you're just words.'

Wednesday mocked him in his mind.

"J- Just watch."

Again, Tuesday moved forward.

His legs were trembling with fear, but he kept walking.

The shapes of the objects seemed distorted in his mind.

The big became bigger, the small became blurred, and his breath became irregular.

He could feel the tips of his fingers cold and his stomach churning with anxiety.

'...Breathe.'

Suddenly, Wednesday's voice became calm.

Tuesday tried to regain his senses with difficulty.

'Inhale and exhale,' she said in his mind.

Thanks to her instructions, Tuesday could slowly walk again.

Their room was located on the second floor.

The entire mansion was divided into four sections: the basement, tower, first floor, and second floor.

Everything they had explored was on the first floor.

Maybe it was the family-friendly section compared to the others.

The second floor was full of rooms, ten in total.

When he looked around, he saw two possible ways.

Before him, there was an open door; it was a room his mother always used to enter.

Probably, it wasn't a good idea to go there.

So walking to the left was the best option.

"Tap... Tap..."

Tuesday walked with ant steps.

"Ah."

A sound reached his ears.

Tuesday stopped for a moment and then continued walking.

"Ah. Ah..."

What was that sound?

Every time he approached, the sound grew louder.

"What the heck is that?"

Before him was a door with dense black energy.

It was so thick that Tuesday felt the air becoming heavy.

The dark energy seemed to reach his feet little by little.

Gulp.

He swallowed his fear while stepping back.

'Is there a problem?'

Wednesday asked him what was happening, but Tuesday couldn't answer her.

The energy was trying to approach his body viscously, almost as if it were a tentacle.

"Ahh!!"

Suddenly a sound came from the door behind him.

"Do it inside... Inside...!"

A familiar voice reached his ears.

The meaning was indescribable.

"Oh, Gomez...! Ha...!"

Tuesday's face became red as a tomato.

Were they doing such an "act" at this hour?

'Mama, is she okay?'

Wednesday asked worried by her mother.

Sometimes she seemed very mature, but not at the point to recognize the lewdness of the adults at first sight.

"Don't worry."

Tuesday covered his ears and walked away as if he wanted to protect Wednesday's innocence.

"This bitch doesn't deserve your attention."

His eyes looked fixedly at the door in front of the room of their parents.

The energy that once appeared there wasn't anywhere to be seen.

But he was sure this wasn't just his imagination.

There was something very weird there. 

"Let's see another place." he said looking at the other rooms.

The presence of their parents having "pleasure" so conveniently at this time was a blessing disguised as a curse.

Maybe both would never realize a fact.

The fact they had barely escaped from death.