But I love it when you smile

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𝔸𝕊 the baby, Pubert, was crawling on the floor in the main foyer, Pugsley and Wednesday were holding an anvil up by a rope, waiting for the perfect moment when Pubert was directly underneath it. They watched intently, calculating the timing with dark precision. Just as they were about to let go of the rope, Debbie appeared, swooping in and picking up Pubert, walking away from the danger zone. The anvil crashed to the floor, breaking through with a resounding thud.

Wednesday looked down, annoyed by the missed opportunity, while Pugsley edged a bit away from his brother, sensing his irritation. Debbie stood on the stairs, holding Pubert, as Morticia and Gomez descended.

"We'll be going out for most of the morning. All the important numbers: police, fire department, morgue," Morticia said, handing Debbie a note. She and Gomez continued down the stairs, preparing to leave. Gomez called out, "Fester, come along!" Fester hurried down the stairs, pausing awkwardly in front of Debbie. "Goodbye, Fester," she said sweetly. Gomez prompted, "Say goodbye to Debbie."

Fester mumbled incoherently, clearly flustered, before following Gomez and Morticia out the door. "Have fun!" Debbie called after them, waving energetically as the door shut behind them.

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Debbie sat on the chair near the desk in the study, sorting through Fester's documents with an air of focused greed. Pubert was crawling on the floor, occasionally stopping to inspect the odd piece of dust or lint. "Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Fester Addams. My, my. Stocks and bonds, deeds, gold bullion," she murmured, her eyes widening with every item she read. She flipped through the papers rapidly, absorbed in her discovery.

A faint squeak from the armour in the corner made her glance up momentarily, but seeing nothing, she returned to her task. "Treasury bills, IRAs," she continued, her voice growing more excited.

Another squeak was heard, this time sounding like it came from the floorboards. Debbie's eyes darted up again, scanning the room with growing unease. She saw nothing out of the ordinary, but the eerie feeling of being watched started to creep over her.

"What a strange, old house. It's so drafty. It's really no place for children," she said aloud, trying to comfort herself with the sound of her own voice. Her eyes landed on a dark corner where she spotted Wednesday, camouflaged and watching her intently. Debbie's nervousness turned to a menacing resolve as she realized she was not alone. "No place at all," she added in a threatening tone, her eyes locking with Wednesday. The silent challenge hung in the air between them, an unspoken acknowledgment of the battle lines being drawn.

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"Hold still, you little brat," Debbie muttered as she struggled to change Pubert in his crib. "He's not a brat," Lilith said sharply from the doorway, startling Debbie. The nanny straightened up quickly, her face transforming into a saccharine smile. "Of course not. He's an adorable little baby," Debbie replied, her voice dripping with false sweetness. Lilith crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.

"Fine, rub it in," Debbie snapped, dropping the act for a moment.

"We're getting him all ready for a nice, little walk. Would you like to come?" Debbie tried to recover, but Lilith ignored her question. "Are you really a nanny?" Lilith asked, her tone challenging. "What a question," Debbie replied with a strained smile.

"Why did you come here?" Lilith demanded, her suspicion clear.

Debbie walked towards Lilith, trying to appear soothing. "Why, to take care of you, all of you," she cooed, but stopped short as Wednesday appeared next to Lilith, his glare intense and protective. He took Lilith's hand and stepped in front of her, blocking Debbie's approach.

"Especially my uncle?" Wednesday asked, his voice icy, his glare fixed on Debbie daring her to come any closer to Lilith. With that, he walked away with Lilith, their hands intertwined. Debbie watched them go, her smile fading into a glare as she realized the depth of their mistrust and the challenge they posed to her plans.

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Somehow, Debbie convinced Morticia and Gomez that their children would love to go to summer camp which they were indeed confused but they gave in. The car rolled under the arching sign marking the entrance to Camp Chippewa, a picturesque setting that seemed at odds with the foreboding feeling Lilith couldn't shake. She sat on Wednesday's lap, his arms wrapped protectively around her, as they approached their destination.

"Camp Chippewa. How charming," Morticia remarked from the backseat, her tone tinged with a mixture of skepticism and amusement.  As they drove on, Pugsley, sandwiched between his parents, piped up with a question. "What's Chippewa?" he inquired, genuine curiosity in his voice. Gomez, ever the storyteller, replied, "It's an old Indian word."

From the passenger seat, Wednesday's voice cut through the conversation with an ominous edge. "It means orphan," he stated matter-of-factly, his arms tightening around Lilith as if to shield her from the impending unknown.

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The family stood outside in the campgrounds, surrounded by the lush scenery of towering pines and the crisp scent of nature. Gomez savoured the fresh air, his cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth as he spoke. "Fresh air, the scent of pine," he remarked, exhaling a puff of smoke before reaching into his pocket and offering a cigar to Pugsley. Morticia, ever the picture of elegance, addressed her son, her voice serene yet commanding. "Wednesday, look at all the children, their freckles, their bright little eyes, their eager friendly smiles. Help them," she instructed, her gaze fixed on Wednesday.

As if on cue, a girl with long blonde hair and a flowery dress approached the family. "Hi. I'm Amanda Buckman. Why are you dressed like that?" she asked, her curiosity apparent.

Wednesday, his annoyance barely concealed, countered, "Like what?"

"Like you're going to a funeral. Why are you dressed like somebody died?" Amanda persisted, oblivious to the tension in the air. Wednesdayreplied, "Wait." Lilith squeezed Wednesday's hand reassuringly, however, Amanda, undeterred, turned her attention to Lilith, noticing the bandages wrapped around her legs. "What happened to your legs?" she inquired, her curiosity bordering on intrusive. Lilith replied with a disarming smile. "I burnt my legs while I was crawling my way out of hell. Anything else you want to know?" she responded, her tone laced with playful sarcasm.

Amanda fell into a stunned silence, unsure how to respond to Lilith's unexpected answer. Wednesday, ever protective of Lilith, leaned in to kiss her cheek, a silent gesture of support that elicited a smile from her

Meanwhile, Amanda's father, Don Buckman, approached the group, extending a friendly greeting. "Hi, Don Buckman," he introduced himself, shaking Gomez's hand with enthusiasm. "Isn't this place something else? Very exclusive."

Gomez, ever the quick-witted one, responded with a touch of humour. "Really?" he quipped.

Don, proud of his daughter's accomplishments, continued, "Oh, yeah. A kid has to be extra special to get in here. Gifted, exceptional. Our Amanda's already skipped two grades." His chest swelled with pride as he spoke of Amanda's achievements.

In turn, Gomez glanced at Pugsley, "Probation," he deadpanned, prompting a chuckle from Lilith.

"We just love Chippewa. Amanda couldn't wait. It's all she talked about. She's got a whole new wardrobe. And this young man?" Amanda's mom asked, her eyes darting to Wednesday. Morticia, ever composed, replied with a knowing smile, "Oh, Wednesday's at that very special age when a young man has only one thing on his mind." Amanda's mother, trying to be engaging, leaned in closer to Wednesday, "Girls?" she cooed. Wednesday, unphased, wrapped his arm around Lilith, drawing her closer to his side. "There's only one woman on my mind and homicide," he said with a deadpan expression.

The mother's face twisted into a confused and slightly horrified look. Before she could respond, a loud whistle grabbed everyone's attention. "Attention! Hey, listen up, everyone. I'm Gary Granger!" a man called out enthusiastically.

"And I'm Becky Martin-Granger," the woman next to him added with equal fervour.

Everyone except the Addams family clapped and cheered, clearly excited by the camp directors. The Addamses looked at the enthusiastic duo with thinly veiled confusion. Gary continued, "We're the owners and directors here at Camp Chippewa, America's foremost facility for privileged young adults!" Becky chimed in, "And we're all here to learn, to grow, and to just plain have fun!" Gary concluded, "'Cause that's what being privileged is all about," prompting another round of cheering and jumping from the campers.

Amidst the revelry, Wednesday discreetly uncorked his poison bottle, ready to take a sip. But Lilith, ever vigilant, grabbed it away from him. "Yeah, no, I don't think so," she said firmly.

Wednesday, wrapping his arms around her, sighed theatrically. "Why are you so cruel to me, ma amour?" Lilith smiled and grabbed his collar, pulling him close. "Then how would you keep an eye on me?" she teased.

Wednesday smirked, his eyes darkening with mischief. "Oh, I'll keep more than an eye on you," he replied, his hand sneaking low to grab her butt, pulling her even closer. Lilith let out a surprised yelp, her cheeks flushing red. Wednesday's smirk deepened as he kissed her cheek before turning to face the camp directors, his arm still securely around Lilith's shoulders.

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By: SilverMist707

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