(11-28-2025, 08:33 PM)Norgarth Wrote: EDIT:
Beware of Chicken
https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/...-117272648
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/39408/...-a-thistle
Wednesday at Sunnydale.
Alpha Ricter Wrote:"Sunnydale is built on a Hellmouth," Wednesday whispered.
"That's the emergency?" Fester's eyes widened, his voice barely above a whisper. "Very serious. If it opens, the entire city could be sucked in during the first minute. That's what I felt at the airport."
Wednesday's eyes narrowed. "Richard Wilkins made a deal for his immortality when he founded this town. Now he's cultivating it like a garden for demons to feast in. I overheard him discussing an Ascension, maybe a ritual that requires some kind of cross-breed, a hybrid."
Fester's bulbous eyes widened even more until they threatened to escape his sockets. "Richard Wilkins?" Fester's voice cracked with disbelief. "The man who stands shoulder-to-shoulder with Gomez during his wedding with Morticia? The same Richard who sends Gomez those hand-rolled Cubans every Christmas? Who's been at every family funeral since Great-Aunt Lavinia's third passing?" His jowls quivered with indignation. "The very man who still owes me eight hundred dollars and a preserved human ear from our poker game last month?"
Wednesday's eyes remained fixed on her uncle. "My visions showed me his true nature. For a hundred years, he's been filling this town's graveyards, one sacrifice at a time, all to keep his skin from wrinkling."
Fester's face brightened with sudden purpose. "Well! That's all I needed to hear." He pivoted toward the exit with surprising agility for his bulk.
Wednesday's pale fingers shot out, clamping around his wrist. "What exactly do you think you're going to?" she hissed.
Fester beamed at her, as if explaining the most obvious thing in the world. "Paying Mayor Wilkins a visit. With extreme prejudice. I wonder if his immortality contract has a clause for dismemberment."
Wednesday's hand tightened around his wrist. "Impossible," she whispered, her voice a razor. "The Mayor has formed a pact with something ancient. Something that would find your bones quite... decorative." Her dark eyes narrowed. "Tomorrow. School. We need to determine our strategy with the others."
"Splendid!" Fester's face lit up like a child promised ice cream. "I've been dying to meet these people who've made my niece almost sociable."
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