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Eugene’s mothers were out of town, and with them gone and nobody to watch the boy they decided their best bet would be his cousin. Wednesday, who had to ensure that the teenager didn’t play games all day. The boy was lucky that she cared for him; otherwise, he would have been speared at the stake for wasting her time like this.
Even worse than all of that was the boys begging, usually, she might have found satisfaction in this but alas she had projects to work on. So Wednesday did not care if he wanted to rant about bees, even if she may have listened to him explaining them whilst she tinkered away, she simply didn't have the time for it.
She was too busy working around her dimwitted professors, who had so idiotically deemed that she must have bought herself into their lectures.
How else would a sixteen year old get into such a prestigious school? Because it was quite obvious that hard work did not exist in their diminutive and witless brains she thought and neither did the fact she was seen as a genius by nearly everyone else who had seen her research and builds. Disgusting men and their despicable inferiority complexes.
Returned from her dreadful thoughts to the pleading of Eugene, because of course he was asking for her to watch him as she thought of such troublesome things. The boy was trying to creep into her very brain with his appeals and requests. If she had any hope of completing her project while having to watch her small and pathetic cousin she would have to work while he did his 'streaming'. The goth mused to herself on the ingeniousness of such an idea for torture.
Sitting on the bean bag she continued fiddling away with her build, listening to the boy talk to the 'chat' and his fellow streamers. Continuing along as she double-checked her work, using a wrench to tighten a part or two while he yelled at his friends for backup. Whilst screwing in an extra bolt or two for extra support on various parts Wednesday considered that it was better than him being friendless, even if one of them looked like they had dunked themselves into a rainbow.
The goth’s face twisted into a grimace as she stared at the pastel girl, she should continue her work instead of looking at such abominable things.
Switching between watching the younger and working on her project Wednesday would find him doing strange things like punching wood with his bare hands in his game, after a few moments of work she looked up at the boy and his excited chatter, watching as he bumps his camera putting her into the stream's view. This was not how they had planned her little viewing party, an accident had appeared.
Worse was her guillotine on display. If her professor caught this her surprise would be ruined. Though her being seen by people should be even more of a concern as Wednesday could see herself staring at the boy with unblinking eyes. She could make out voices coming from his headphones yelling at him about something, why must they be so loud while she was working? It kept grating on her nerves as they continued to yell at Eugene.
"Bro! Behind you! No not in the game irl!" Who said irl out loud? "Dude! C'mon!" The boy wearing the beanie was obviously freaked out by her, it revitalized her in a way to realize she had not lost her touch to the sufferings of college.
Knowing she could cause fear in someone even if she were simply doing a school project. Upon the realization of what he had done, Eugene let out a sigh that sounded tired to the bone, but it was his fault for panning the camera over to her. Looking at Wednesday and then back to the camera he made a gesture at the girl. "This is my cousin, she's just doing a school project while I stream! Nothing to be worried about."
The chat was fast, and the earlier fear dissipated, but it almost made her chuckle knowing that her simply being there had caused such a dreadful experience for the bee lovers' friends.
Wednesday smirked at the camera, eyebrow lifted slightly as if questioning them before putting her screwdriver into her mouth and returning to her project.
The psychic had things to do after all.
It wasn’t even three minutes later before the sound of laughter echoed around the room before Eugene spoke. “No, no I doubt she’d want to talk, she barely agreed to watch me stream guys!”
Wednesday looks up, a mirthful stare falling onto her cousin who had decided to stare at her with those pitiful pitiful eyes.
She refused to give in to such childish and foolish manipulations from the boy. Refusal could only get her so far, she knew the boy was a master of emotional manipulation. Small, weak, pitifully so, but in all the most useable ways.
He was an Addams even if Aunt Harper has decided to marry out of the family.
“What.” Her voice was raspy from disuse, having spent too long in the lab trying to one-up the pathetic people she called professors. The boy, the traitor she called her cousin gazed upon Wednesday and gave her an awkward grin.
“Could you come say hi? Please?” The hopeful smile, the way Eugene gave her such a pathetic stare. How dare the despicable, rotten thing taunt her with such a look, the treachery she felt from this was immeasurable. This was disgraceful, detestable, and repulsive; Which means it should not have worked as well as it did.
Glaring at the boy she turned her glare unto the camera and spoke, “Hello.” returning her stare to the disgrace asking if that was all he needed with but her eyes alone, she wouldn't give the simpletons watching any further satisfaction.
“Thanks ugh, I don’t know what to call you.”
“My name would suffice.” She spoke it like it were obvious and watched the boy stumble, perhaps it were not so obvious an answer.
“No, that’s dangerous, geez I forgot you don’t use the internet. Ok, I dub thee, um, Stabby!” Wednesday stared, to everyone else it may have looked similar to before, but to Eugene, it was quite clear that she thought his nickname to be stupid at best.
The boy fidgeted under her stare, if she were to be optimistic, Wednesday would believe he had understood and would give her something different, something that screamed murder. “I don’t want to be demonetized!” To the viewers, it was out of place for Eugene to yell but the psychic understood.
He had whined about it enough for her to decide it would be worse to hear his whining than to hear that brainless nickname he had ‘lovingly’ bestowed upon her.
If she were called that idiotic nickname in public, her decision would have to change to a more grotesque one that would end with another family member in the graveyard.
"That is idiotic, call me Hel" Eugene's nod of agreement came quickly.
All Wednesday could think was that she would be willing to go by any name if it rid her of the possibility of being called ‘stabby’ in a public space. Her thoughts, sadly, were interrupted by the boy strolling over to his chair plopping down with a squeak from the chair, and then apologizing as he began to return to his routine with his companions on whatever an 'smp' was.