It's like a dream but you hope it's real

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𝔻𝔼𝔹𝔹𝕀𝔼 stood before the Addams Family, her voice tinged with a false sincerity that masked the underlying menace. "I don't want to hurt anybody. I don't enjoy hurting anybody," she began, her tone almost rehearsed, as if she had practiced this speech countless times. "I don't like guns, or bombs, or electric chairs. But sometimes people just won't listen, and so I have to use persuasion and slides."

She turned towards the screen, flicking it on to reveal a picture of her late parents. "My parents, Sharon and Dave. Generous, doting, or were they?" Debbie's voice dripped with bitterness and resentment, her eyes narrowing as she gazed at the image. "All I ever wanted was a Ballerina Barbie in her pretty pink tutu."

Wednesday, seated among his family in the electric chairs, watched Debbie's theatrics with a mixture of disdain and mild boredom. He had seen her share of villains, and Debbie's attempt at justifying her actions seemed almost comical to her.

Debbie clicked to the next slide, revealing a younger version of herself tearing open a birthday gift. "My birthday. I was 10, and do you know what they got me? Malibu Barbie," she continued bitterly, her voice tinged with lingering resentment over a childhood disappointment.

"Malibu Barbie."

"The nightmare."

"The nerve."

Debbie paced back and forth in front of the Addams Family, frustration evident in her voice as she clicked through slides on the projector.

"That's not what I wanted. That's not who I was. I was a ballerina. Graceful, delicate," Debbie lamented, her tone tinged with bitterness. Wednesday, always observant, lifted an eyebrow in silent questioning, prompting Debbie to continue.

"They had to go," she declared, clicking to reveal a slide of a house engulfed in flames. Wednesday's expression remained stoic, inwardly thankful that Lilith wasn't present to witness the disturbing image, knowing it would stir painful memories for her. Debbie clicked to another slide, revealing a man in a doctor's uniform. "My first husband, the heart surgeon. All day long, coronaries, transplants," she explained, her voice carrying a hint of resentment.

Grandma, ever the sage observer, interjected softly, "What about your needs?"

Debbie's response was sharp and dismissive. "Sorry about dinner, Deb. The Pope has a cold," she retorted, clicking to reveal a shadowy image of a man with an axe.

"An axe. That takes me back," Grandma remarked with a knowing smile, reminiscing on past adventures.

Debbie's presentation continued, each slide revealing a different husband and a tale of disappointment and betrayal. "Husband number two, the senator. He loved his state. He loved his country," she recounted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Grandma's playful commentary punctuated the slideshow, prompting Debbie's acerbic responses.

Debbie showed another slide, this time of her second husband looking fearful. "Sorry, Debbie. No Mercedes this year. We have to set an example," she mocked, her resentment palpable.

"Oh yeah? Set this!" Debbie clicked to reveal a picture of her second husband looking terrified as Debbie sat in a car, presumably about to run him down.

She moved on to the next slide, showing Fester on a lawnmower. "My latest husband. My late husband, Fester," she announced, her voice cold and detached. Fester, present in the room, shook his head sadly at the memory.

"The fool," he muttered under his breath.

"The corpse," Debbie shot back, her gaze piercing as she turned off the projector, plunging the room into sudden darkness.

"And his adorable family," Debbie continued, her voice now filled with accusation. "You took me in. You accepted me. But did any of you love me? Really love me?"

Gomez, seated with the rest of his family, spoke quietly but with authority. "Hands." The Addams Family looked down at their hands, noticing they were strapped down, unable to reach out to one another in this moment of vulnerability and danger. The realization dawned on them all that they were in the clutches of someone who saw their kindness as a weakness to exploit.

It was a tense moment in the dimly lit room as Morticia's voice cut through the air with concern. "Wednesday, where is Lilith?" Her eyes searched the shadows for any sign of her daughter-in-law, but Lilith was nowhere to be seen.

Debbie, caught off guard by the question, scanned the room and realized Lilith's absence. Before she could respond, Wednesday's laughter broke the silence, echoing strangely in the room. His amusement puzzled and unsettled the rest of the Addams family, who exchanged worried glances.

Chuckling to himself, Wednesday turned to face Debbie, his smirk evident even in the low light. "Wow, you've been running your damn mouth about your husbands that you didn't notice the woman I love isn't here."

Debbie's face hardened, her patience thinning. She stepped closer to Wednesday, her tone demanding. "Where is she?"

Just then, the room plunged into darkness as the power went out, casting long shadows across their faces. Wednesday's laughter continued, adding an eerie edge to the moment. "Looks like she found you first," he remarked casually, his smirk widening. "And it looks like you angered her."

Debbie's glare intensified as she realized the implications of Lilith's disappearance. Without another word, she turned on her heels and stormed off in search of Lilith, her footsteps echoing ominously in the darkness. 

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The mansion was cloaked in an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional creak of floorboards and the distant howl of wind outside. Lilith prowled through the dimly lit corridors, her figure moving with a predatory grace that seemed to merge with the shadows themselves. Her eyes, usually warm and filled with love, now burned with an intensity that sent shivers down anyone's spine who dared to meet her gaze.

Debbie, her usually confident demeanor now faltering, navigated cautiously through the labyrinthine hallways. The air around her seemed to thicken with each step, as if unseen hands were pressing in on her from all sides. Her footsteps echoed faintly against the cold, marble floors, each sound magnified by the silence that enveloped the mansion.

Suddenly, Lilith materialized from the darkness, her presence looming over Debbie like a specter. Her voice, soft yet filled with a chilling resolve, cut through the silence. "Debbie, dear Debbie," Lilith whispered, her words carrying an unsettling calmness.

Debbie spun around, her eyes wide with fear as she tried to mask her unease with a veneer of defiance. "What do you want?" she demanded, her voice quivering slightly.

Lilith's lips curled into a faint smile, one that held no warmth, only a promise of retribution. "You've come into our home, Debbie," Lilith murmured, her tone almost conversational. "You've spoken of your husbands, of your desires, but you've overlooked one crucial detail."

Debbie swallowed hard, her back pressing against the cool stone wall as she sought any means of escape. "I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, her bravado crumbling under Lilith's penetrating gaze.

"Oh, but you do," Lilith replied softly, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "You see, Debbie, this mansion has a way of... revealing truths." As Lilith spoke, shadows seemed to converge around Debbie, dark tendrils twisting and contorting as if they had a life of their own. The air grew heavier, charged with an unseen energy that crackled with malice. "I've seen your secrets, Debbie," Lilith continued, her voice now a whisper that seemed to echo in Debbie's mind. "Your lies, your betrayals... they weigh heavily upon you."

Debbie's breath quickened, panic clawing at her chest as she struggled to comprehend the unfolding nightmare. "No," she protested weakly, her voice barely a whisper.

Lilith took a step closer, her eyes locking onto Debbie's with an intensity that seemed to pierce through to her very soul. "You thought you could come here and disrupt our family," Lilith murmured, her tone now icy. "But you forget... we are the Addamses. And we protect our own."

With those words, a chill swept through the corridor, extinguishing the feeble light that had flickered in the sconces. Darkness enveloped Debbie, swallowing her whole as Lilith's form dissolved into the shadows, leaving only a haunting echo of her words hanging in the air.

Debbie stood alone in the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest, unsure if what she had encountered was real or a terrifying hallucination. But one thing was certain: Lilith's presence had left an indelible mark, one that would haunt Debbie long after the mansion's eerie corridors had been left behind.

As Debbie stood frozen in the darkness, the mansion seemed to close in around her, its ancient walls whispering secrets of ages past. Every creak and groan of the old timbers resonated with an ominous rhythm, as if the very house itself was alive and aware of her presence.

A faint sound echoed down the corridor—a soft, melodic humming that sent shivers down Debbie's spine. She strained her ears, trying to locate the source, but the darkness seemed to muffle the direction from which it came.

Then, from the shadows ahead, emerged Lilith once more, her silhouette framed by the faint moonlight filtering through a cracked window. She moved closer, her steps barely audible against the carpeted floor, yet each footfall seemed to reverberate through Debbie's racing heart.

"You've trespassed where you do not belong, Debbie," Lilith's voice echoed, a blend of sorrow and steely resolve. "You've played with lives and hearts as if they were mere toys. But you forget... we are protectors, guardians of our own."

Debbie pressed herself against the wall, her breath shallow and uneven. "I didn't mean..." she began, her words faltering in the oppressive silence.

Lilith's eyes bore into hers, luminous in the darkness. "Intentions matter little now," Lilith murmured, her voice carrying an otherworldly weight. "You've unleashed forces beyond your understanding."

As Lilith spoke, the mansion seemed to respond—a faint murmur of voices, distant echoes of past Addamses, reverberated through the walls. Shadows danced in unsettling patterns around Lilith, flickering as if animated by unseen forces.

Debbie's eyes darted around the corridor, searching for any escape, but the darkness closed in tighter, suffocating her with its oppressive presence. Panic clawed at her throat as she realized she was trapped, ensnared in a web of her own making.

With a sudden flicker of movement, Lilith was upon her, her touch icy and electric. Debbie recoiled, but Lilith's grip held firm, pulling her closer until their faces were mere inches apart, "You will get what you deserve and it's quite shocking." Lilith laughed and disappeared in the shadows with only Debbie trying to chase after her but as she came to the hall she was stepped in water and footsteps were heard as Lilith appeared with Pubert who was back to normal in her arms and Lilith spoke, "My, my." She chuckled before Pubert dropped a electrical cord and it landed on the wet staircase before Lilith pulled out a remote and turned back on the power and the electricity began to travel its way down at it landed to Debbie was began to electrocute so much that it turned her into dust and credit cards dropped down and Purbert clapped at the show. 

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By: SilverMist707

I hope you enjoy and sorry that it is a bit long <3