Enid: Do You Believe In Karma?

Enid: Do you believe in karma?

Wednesday: I believe in vengeance, violence and my abilities as an axe murderer.

Enid: Hm. Should I not tell you then that Bianca ate your last donut?

Wednesday: Enid, grab my axe.

Enid: Don’t you think-

Wednesday: I SAID GRAB MY AXE!

Enid:

Wednesday: I mean, if you wouldn’t mind. Please.

Enid:

Wednesday: Also, you look so pretty today.

Enid: *happily skips away to fetch an axe for murdering purposes*

Enid: Did you know that it is scientifically proven, that cuddling with someone for at least half an hour a day is beneficial for creative writing?

Wednesday: I did not. Quite frankly, sounds made up.

Enid: Oh, so you don’t want to try.

Wednesday: Now, don’t put words in my mouth. Anything for a good story. Come here.

Soft fluffy goth chick lol

Wednesday: It has come to my attention that sometimes I can be a bit off-putting.

Enid: Not to me.

Bianca: But to me, actually.

Enid: Oh, yeah? Why don’t you go to hell, then?

Bianca: …

Wednesday: I have never been more attracted to you.

Bianca: You two deserve each other.

shoulda been canon

Enid: I found these notes. Is this a cello piece you wrote?

Wednesday: Yes, it’s called “Grand Exit”. I wrote it for my funeral.

Enid: Why would you write a song for your funeral?

Wednesday: Because I’m painfully aware of what other people listen to. You’ll have to make sure that no one dares to play a slow pop song for me or I will come back and haunt the shit out of you.

Enid: In that case, I’ll start making a playlist right now, called: “What’s poppin’, Wenny”

Wednesday: You are no longer invited, you wicked witch. What the fuck

Enid: See you in the afterlife, babe.