[Perseus POV]
The road to Nevermore winds through mist and forest like something out of a gothic fairytale. Trees loom tall and crooked, their branches clawing at the sky.
Beside me in the car, Grandma sits with her usual calm.
"You know," she says, breaking the silence, "I didn't think I'd ever have to send you to a place like this. But you're not exactly ordinary anymore, are you?"
I glance at her. "Neither are you. You raised me."
We both chuckle.
The gates of Nevermore rise ahead, tall and sharp against the cloudy sky.
The car rolls to a stop.
She places a hand on mine before I can open the door and presses something into it. "Listen, Perseus. This place isn't like the world outside. It's filled with girls, so… use protection. And if something happens, these are pills—for them."
"…GRANDMA!"
She grins. "Go on, artist. Make your mark... but not a permanent one!"
I step out, still slightly flustered, but turn and smile back at her before hurrying away.
The gates swing open, and the first thing that hits me is how dramatic everything is.
Twisting iron fences. Spires stabbing at the grey sky. Gargoyles perched like bored watchdogs. The whole academy looks like it was pulled straight from a gothic architect's fever dream.
Fitting, I guess.
Other students are arriving. Some excited, some too cool to care, and a few that look like they crawled straight out of a haunted novel. Gorgons, sirens, fangs, furs, and even the occasional faceless kid. I try not to stare, but come on—how do the faceless ones breathe? What's their power? Being creepy as hell? Staring contests?
Inside, the entry hall is massive: dark stone floors, tall arched windows, banners in deep purple and black. The new students are all gathered, murmuring, watching, waiting.
I'm one of them now.
I scan the room, maybe twenty or thirty of us total, until my gaze catches on a blonde girl who seems completely out of place here. She's practically glowing: bubbly energy wrapped in pastel pink and glitter, a jarring contrast to the gloom around her.
Her name tag reads Enid Sinclair.
Oh, The Enid Sinclair. Wednesday Addams' roommate from the series, the girl who somehow pulled off the impossible—becoming Wednesday's actual friend.
What I liked about her back then wasn't just the looks. It was the way her energy seemed to spill over into everyone around her, bright and unstoppable, like you couldn't help but get caught in it.
Remember the deal I made with Wednesday? Well, here's my "pet." She's a werewolf, so she's got fluffy ears, claws, and a tail!
Jokes aside, the deal was more of a spur-of-the-moment thing. I just remembered there was another person in the TV series that I liked, but at the time I wasn't sure because there were too many variables. For example—does Enid even exist in this universe? How can I be sure this isn't some alternate version where she's not here at all?
And even if she does exist, will she like me? I've read plenty of fanfictions where the protagonist gets lucky, gets reincarnated, and then collects girls like it's the easiest thing in the world. But realistically, how sure am I that she'll fall for me?
There are a lot more variables that make me unsure about her, the deal and Wednesday… but I guess I'll just have to see what the future holds.
Honestly, I just feel extremely lucky to have been reincarnated. Everything else is just a bonus. If I got reincarnated and Wednesday or Enid had no interest in me, I'd probably be a bit sad, but I'd move on with life—maybe marry someone else, have kids, and when I die, my soul will end up in the spirit realm. I'm not going to take for granted this gift of getting a second chance in a world with "magic", even knowing what awaits me after death and expect to get everything that I want.
While I'm lost in thought, Principal Weems appears at the front—tall, poised, her voice calm yet commanding.
She gives the usual welcome speech: rules, activities, friendships to be made... blah blah blah.
After the speech, we're shown to our dorms.
My room? Basic. Four walls, two beds, and the faint smell of furniture polish. I've lived in worse.
The catch? I'm rooming with Xavier Thorpe.
Why awkward? Well, let's just say my powers are well known in the Outcast circle—and it doesn't take a genius to notice how similar they are to those of a certain family. Thankfully, thanks to the Addams who sheltered me, nobody's come to ask questions.
Later that evening, there's a small dinner in the great hall. I sit down, trying to blend in and eat in peace, but that's impossible when you hear teens screaming their lungs out and howling. Others are fighting each other for some chicken… and no, they aren't black like you thought. Hehehehe
Welcome to Nevermore.
[Time Skip A Few Months]
It's been a few months since I arrived at Nevermore and… yeah, things have gotten weird. Weird in a good way? Weird in a "secret society in the basement" way? Honestly, both.
So, first thing—I joined a secret club. No, not some edgy "we hate authority" student gang. I'm talking about the one from the TV series: the Nightshade Society.
And what are they supposed to do? Grand stuff like:
-Guard priceless magical artifacts.
-Investigate supernatural threats.
-Keep Outcast history alive.
-Whisper cryptic Latin phrases in candlelit rooms (maybe).
And what they actually do?
-Barbecues
-Parties
-Gossip
I mean literally since they invited me, we've done nothing but picnics, barbecues, and the occasional roof party.
Still, I've met most of the "famous" faces from the show during these months:
Bianca, icy, confident, and… bald. Why bald? Some tragic illness? Nope. She shaved it on purpose because she thinks it makes her look better. Sure, girl. Whatever helps you sleep at night.
Ajax, always wearing his beanie like it's a part of his skull. At this point, I'm convinced he sleeps with it on. Sweet guy, bit clueless—social awareness of a golden retriever.
Yoko, sunglasses wearing vampire. Yes, indoors. Yes, at night. She speaks maybe once an hour, but when she does, it's either a deadpan insult or a joke that makes you wonder sometimes.
Divina, cool siren with rhythm and a mouth that never shuts. Think chaos gremlin with killer eyeliner. Honestly? One of the most dangerous girls here, mainly because she's too confident to fear consequences and one of my new best friends. Sadly, she's dating Yoko.
Oh, I also joined the archery class for fun. Not because I was required to pick at least one extracurricular activity…
Turns out archery's more fun than I expected, and surprisingly social. Enid's in it too—glittery, chaotic, and impossible to ignore. We teamed up for a moving target session, and she "nearly" shot a statue. She called it "modern art."
And then there's Xavier, the local psychic emo. Always looks like he just stepped out of a dream where he got dumped by a ghost.
Yeah, the guy I was awkwardly rooming with? We're best friends now.
Turns out he's not as broody as he looks. Just has the "sad artist with secret trauma" aesthetic going on. Underneath that? Big nerd. Massive Minecraft enjoyer. We've been playing in the dorm every night—built farms, trying to fill the world with beautiful structure and landscapes.
We laugh a lot and talk usually about girls and art.
So yeah… I've got friends, a secret society membership and a Minecraft server that isn`t filled with monstrous builds.
What more could I ask for?
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Author Note:
Honestly, I don't have anything to say… just wasting words so this fanfiction finally reaches 15k words and becomes eligible for ranking.
Jokes aside, this chapter is mainly to test the statistics WebNovel shows authors about when the book is most read. For me, it shows that this time is the peak, so I want to see if that's true. You get a free chapter for nothing, and I get to test the ideal posting time — we both win. :)