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3 years later…
"So, what's her gift for your 22nd birthday?" Enid asks from the kitchen
She's been living together with Wednesday for a year, and it takes her back to rooming with the Goth at Nevermore, but instead of a Room, it's now in a 19th-century Victorian house. Amber comes home from time to time, but with her Movie finally at work, they try to settle for the calls and gifts she sends them. She'd send Wednesday books, weapons and Macabre gifts that'll make Enid faint. While she'd gift Enid the VIP concert tickets of Kpop artists that she loves, Jewelries and the latest outfits from the New York fashion trend (which Enid loves! The woman has an excellent eye for fashion)
"A finger", Wednesday responds while staring at a ring finger in an enclosed glass display
"What?!" Enid rushes out of the kitchen to the living room, where the Goth's sitting in front of the coffee table
she snatches the note from the Goth's hand
Happy Birthday Wendy!
Here's a finger from a dead body I came across; I thought you might like it. His name was Gareth Gates. He drank a whole vial of wolfsbane poison; when he died, his body discomposed slower than usual, and his fingertips turned blue. I was planning to send the entire body, but I almost got caught grave robbing, so I only got the finger bummer, and Enid wouldn't like that. So, here's his ring finger as a token of my love for you.
With love Amber
Ps. There's another gift for you and Enid under the case. See you soon!
Under the case is a black Envelope with two premier movie tickets and another note
Got you both Two tickets for "Scream" so we can celebrate Wendy's Birthday together, See you in New York
xoxo
"Your bed's bigger than before", Yoko stated
they're both leaning on the door overlooking the couple's new bed, drinking tea
"Ah... yea... Amber bought it... because we "didn't" fit, and she accidentally fell while we ummm..." Enid blushes trying so hard to explain
Yoko sputters her drink. "And you still kept the Collar?"
Enid looks at the collars mounted on the wall.
"Ah… Yes, the 'gag gift', Willa refuses to throw it out; she laughs every time it reminds her of Bianca's reaction" She remembers the siren refuses to look at them in the eyes for weeks straight.
Her eyes shift to the bedside drawer.
'Although the real deal's hidden away' , She thought, but Yoko would choke if she knew that.
They hear new voices enter the house downstairs.
"I'm telling you, Wendy! It's not my fault my Movie started a Cult of Serial Killers," Amber complains, whisper yelling.
"Is it not Amber? And why do you seem so happy."
"I'm always Happy! Okay! I'll check it but help me, please?" Amber gives her the puppy eyes
Wednesday sighs in defeat. "Fine. We'll investigate it."
They see Enid walks down the stairs
"We're Home, Mi sol."
"We're back, Baby."