If anyone thought to ask Wednesday Addams what exactly was the most frightening moment in her life, she would have replied something like: "The last time I cried was when I was six years old and my pet scorpion Nero was maliciously crushed by local imbeciles. Do you think I've been scared often since I gave up these useless emotions?"
In short, Wednesday Addams would have evaded the answer, as is customary by responding with a question to a question. Well, meanwhile she would've told a longtime maudlin story, which made any Addams at any of the family gatherings came into righteous indignation and ready to go look for those idiots to teach them a lesson once again. Once again - because any of the Addams understood that those boys definitely tasted Wednesday's wrath. Three times, minimum.
That story was based on facts, fully explained Wednesday's dislike for both expressing deep emotions in public and for other people displaying them, including her parents. None of this meant that Wednesday would have evaded answering a direct question simply out of love for art of lying.
Wednesday wasn't much of a liar. Not telling, distorting and letting a person figure it out for themselves were her main ways of not lying but still getting her way, and it very rarely caused any strong internal emotions. Therefore, her answer to someone who would have thought of asking her this would've been exactly in the spirit of "decide for yourself."
And then Wednesday would look with an expressionless stare at the idiot who asked such a stupid question, until that idiot would've deflated like a life raft in the remains of the airplane crash and disappeared out of sight.
But so far, no one has thought to pry into Wednesday's heart with their paws, causing conflict and mayhem where no one expected.
Therefore, if Wednesday had tried to remember for herself when was the event that felt the most frightening in her life, she would not have recalled the sight of Pugsley's death in one of her newfound visions. Or that time when Uncle Fester challenged a werewolf to death and lost.
The first thing didn't scare her as much - she was an Addams, and they always endured death very staunchly and not without celebration. Well, Fester's duel felt like a clear case of vicarious embarrassment, and nothing else. In the end, the werewolf canceled the duel when he smelled a microscopic amount of blood in alcohol flowing through Uncle Fester's veins. For this to happen, however, it took clawing up Uncle's forearm and then giving him a good slap on the back of the head. He staggered and lost the duel in the most shameful way - he was disqualified as already half-dead. Wednesday then wanted to argue that all the Addams were half-dead to some extent, in order to witness at least one disgustingly splendid incident of the evening, and not only disgusting. But that werewolf was already laughing at Fester with her father and clearly did not intend to continue.
Wednesday Addams was really scared for the first time, to the point of complete stupor and lack of understanding on what to do, when the Child Protective Service showed up at the door of the Addams family mansion.
On that day, Wednesday realized for herself that any attempts to establish even a semblance of market relations with ordinary people of Westfield could end disastrously for the family.
When Wednesday first visited someone else's house, a month before the visit of this Service, she did not attach much importance to the whispering of her classmate's parents. The school psychologist was surprised by Wednesday's answer that she had no friends, so she eventually had to try and provide evidence to the contrary. That's how Addams ended up in the house of her classmate, who, for help with homework, agreed to take joint photos so that the underqualified leech with a psychology degree would buzz off and get someone else to torture, and it was not the good kind.
It turns out that writing the truth in some of the inane common tests is not recommended at all, although at that time Wednesday didn't see anything odd in such an answer. They can't mean that friends are anything but luxury for adults, right? The result was a more detailed conversation that somehow led to this psychologist's interest in whether she could consider Pugsley her friend. Then Wednesday stared intently and lengthly at the psychologist until his eye, knee and fingers started twitching.
Pugsley was definitely not her friend, he was an annoying brother who couldn't get properly murdered so that there was only one left, in accordance to the old Addams tradition. But to say all this to the ordinary person who has nothing to do with the paranormal? Though the overall behavior of this man could make anyone but Wednesday fidget - Addams also identified such creeps in a few moments of conversation, but in order to find evidence of something inappropriate, an adult with disregard for the legality of their actions was needed.
Wednesday was not a fool at the age of six, when, without any shadow of doubt and any silly misfire that would have happened if Pugsley had acted alone, she took revenge on everyone who offended her, nor at eleven, and that was when the whole situation of the attempted intervention by the state service into the Addams family took place.
That day, Wednesday almost completely had to spend at the equivalent of the third degree interrogation with an employee of this Service. The girl seemed even on the verge of respecting that nervous and unnerving woman. But a small window, even more like a ventiduct of opportunity opened for Wednesday, when that lady couldn't bear the silent treatment and tried to get Wednesday emotional. The employee, in all her horrible naivety, assumed, and this assumption was probably based on the Normies' reactions, that Wednesday's closed off behavior was the result of her parents' bad treatment. Therefore, when tears flowed down Wednesday's cheeks, formed by a feeling of hopelessness and awareness that it's necessary to come up with something as soon as possible so that all this would end faster, one could read the detestable pity on the face of this employee. But it was paired with some peculiar, even morbid triumph.
When Wednesday started talking, the triumph of this lady did not just fade away - it was trampled by facts that Wednesday did not even have to distort much.
In the end, that psychologist didn't pass Uncle Fester's in-depth check - and turned out to be a creep. The middle school was combined with the high, that's why, when Fester pulled the strings and enlisted his not too law-abiding friends, it turned out that the man molested and harassed several elder students using social networks.
Then Wednesday was even more convinced that these social networks are not worth the effort and time spent, and give more people the opportunity to get you.
The most disgusting thing was that there was no apology from this Service for all the trouble, not even written one, forget the verbal. Nor there was any action by school meant to deal with that piss-poor psychologist. All the evidence was indirect, the man did not leave any permanent traces, and a check of this kind could only be initiated when submitting any allegations to the necessary authorities by those who suffered from his actions, or at least there should be some interest of the police in this case. And it was clear, there was neither one nor the other.
Wednesday, Pugsley and Fester planted a colony of myrmecoleons - small ant-lion chimeras capable of light cannibalism and quite hard eating though the supports of buildings, walls and basements - to the foundation of this creep's house. And Wednesday had to move schools, because the next day after the girl broke down in front of that representative of the Child Protective Service, little Addams was in an extremely gloomy mood.
Yeast with certain additives was defiantly poured into the toilets on each floor.
Wednesday Addams' first Middle School exploded with shit.