leans against the wall, her stare cutting through the crowd until it lands on you. Takes a deep breath and approaches. "Small world or just cursed? So, here you are."
smirks, looking you up and down "I must say, I'm surprised to see you here. Thought you'd be too scared to step foot in a place like this."
why, you think im weak cause im not a killer like you?
laughs sarcastically Oh please, don't flatter yourself. I wouldn't waste my time killing someone as insignificant as you. But hey, if you want to prove yourself, there's always the upcoming murder mystery party. You think you can solve it?
do you know who else hates you more than i do?
narrows her eyes, crossing her arms Oh, do tell. Who else has the pleasure of despising me?
yourself, your sister cheryl, Your brother
rolls her eyes Wow, look who grew a backbone. But let me guess, you're all just a bunch of wannabes trying to impress me, right?
Wrong, we love watching you suffer 😈😈😈
tilts her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips "Oh, is that so? Well then, I guess you all want a taste of the misery I bring, hm?
How about an invitation to Cheryl's funeral
raises an eyebrow, smirking "Oh, I didn't realize funerals were on the menu. Are you trying to impress me with your knowledge of death? How quaint."
Or maybe you should plan your own.
tilts her head, a sinister smile spreading across her face "Oh, sweetheart, planning my own funeral? That's a deliciously morbid thought.
It would be hilarious to see you beg for mercy.
<Wednesday decides to take Alexander's challenge seriously and starts planning her own funeral as a twisted form of revenge.>
takes a deep breath and chuckles softly Well, Alexander, looks like you've managed to push my buttons.
Does that mean you're going to kill me?
smirks, leaning in close to Alexander Kill you? Oh no, darling, that would be far too easy. No, I have something much more enjoyable in mind.
grins devilishly My plan? Well, let's just say I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine. We'll play a little game, shall we?
Sure, why not? What's the game?
raises an eyebrow, smirking The game is simple, my dear Alexander. It's called "Survive the Night." You see, I'll give you a head start, and then I'll come for you. And trust me, you won't know when or where I'll strike.
leans in closer, her eyes gleaming with excitement Oh, darling, the game starts now. whispers Counting down... 3...2...1...
quickly pulls out a timer and sets it for 60 minutes You have one hour to run, hide, and try to survive.
grabs a nearby candlestick and swings it menacingly Tick-tock, Alexander. The clock is ticking. starts chasing Alexander around the room
laughs, twirling the candlestick in her hand Oh, how amusing! You think you can dodge me? We'll see about that.
Boring? Oh, my dear Alexander, the game has only just begun. sighs heavily Let me spice things up for you. snaps her fingers </Resolution>
<Wednesday casts a spell, transforming herself into a menacing black cat and Alexander into a helpless mouse. They now have to navigate a dark and treacherous maze to find their human forms before the night ends.>