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[makesfiends]

If you happen to be sitting near the door this afternoon, just before it opens you might hear laughter. Something like the cackling of a mad scientist, if that mad scientist were very young, very female, and very Bulgarian.

This laughter is followed by shrieking, as the door is thrown open.

...and BOOM!Smoke billows in, behind a small, very

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[morbid_midweek]

The sound attracts Wednesday's attention. She's caused similar sounds in her day. The tentacles are a nice touch, too.

"Who's Charlotte?"

[makesfiends]

Vendetta turns to peer at the source of the question.

"Who's Charlotte? - Who is Charlotte?!" There is disbelief, now mingled with anger, in her voice.

"This is not funny."

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"It's not generally an amusing place." Wednesday shrugs. "But I don't know anyone by that name. She might be here, of course. It's a big place."

[makesfiends]

The younger, green, girl scowls about, but she doesn't see Charlotte. She does not hear Charlotte
...And then it sinks in. Charlotte might not be here.

"Ha-ha-hahaha." It's a gleeful, if unnerving (coming from a child) laugh.

"No Charlotte here!" Vendetta looks down, as the box begins to shake of it's own accord.

"...Wait a minute. Where is here!?"

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"Milliways." She answers off handedly, her interest taken by the box on the floor. She has her own box, of course, but it's see through and merely contains a spider.

"What's in there?"

[makesfiends]

Vendetta grins. But should she waste it if there is no Charlotte?

"It is a fiend. A terrible fiend," she remarks offhandedly, glaring down at the box to see that it remains closed.

"For the annoying stu-piid one."

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"A fiend?" Wednesday perks up. Don't be making her smile, Vendetta. "You mean like a monster?"

[makesfiends]

"I mean a fiend." The 'Duh!' is implied.

Meanwhile, the box trembles menacingly.

"With sharp teeth."

[morbid_midweek]

Fiend, monster, same thing Wednesday figures.

"Can I see it?"

[makesfiends]

They are NOT the same. D:!

Vendetta's eyes dart to the left. Then to the right.

She lifts the lid of the box a couple inches. "You are only to eat the annoying singing one," she informs it.

The fiend inside hits the top of the box and the lid flips off.
It is, indeed, terrible. And fluffy. With red eyes- three of them.

[morbid_midweek]

They are!

Wednesday sits back slightly. And beams.

"Hello there." She says, softly.

[makesfiends]

Vendetta rolls her eyes.

The fiend, however, darts upward, all of the sudden, and hovers (in all its round fluffy glory) at about face level.

It has a big mouth, and even bigger teeth. Which it gnashes threateningly.

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Wednesday blinks at it. The hovering was unexpected.

"Where did you get it from?"

[makesfiends]

"GET IT?" Oh no you didn't.

"I made it."

She smirks slowly, then finally adds, "Tell me where I can get a drink, and I will let you live."

[morbid_midweek]

"The bar will get you whatever you want to eat or drink." Wednesday's lips twitch in an almost smile, half in interest and half in amusement.

"How did you make it?"

[makesfiends]

The green girl looks from Wednesday to the bar.

"You are useful," Vendetta concedes. The fiend, on the other hand, floats off to gnaw on a rafter.

"Give me your lunch money, and I might tell you."