My Life in Wednesday With a Vampire System

Chapter 143 142 : Thing Worries

They returned to the courtyard where nothing had changed. Students still gathered around food and music, the noise of the event covering everything that had just happened beneath the ground.

Ethan spotted Wednesday immediately, standing apart as usual, observing rather than participating, her presence easy to find without needing to search.

Pugsley moved straight toward her, still carrying the same excitement.

"Wednesday, we found something interesting," he said, not holding back.

Wednesday looked at him once, her expression flat.

"If this involves teenage hormones, I suggest you keep it to yourself," she said.

Ethan stepped in before Pugsley could continue.

"No," he said. "This is different."

That was enough for her to listen to.

He explained everything, the underground corridor, the carvings, the circle, the blood activating it, the collapse, and what came out after, keeping it direct without adding anything unnecessary.

Wednesday didn't interrupt, but her attention shifted, not toward the danger, but toward them.

The fact that they went without her.

When he finished, there was a brief silence.

"You found a hidden ritual chamber beneath Nevermore woods, activated it, and released something," she said, her tone even, her eyes on both of them.

Pugsley didn't deny it.

Wednesday held their gaze a moment longer, then spoke again.

"And you didn't bring me."

There was no change in her expression, but the point was clear.

Ethan ignored that part.

"So what is it?" she asked. "A demon."

"Maybe," Ethan said. "Or something close."

Wednesday considered it briefly, her focus shifting from them to the implication, then to the details that actually mattered.

"So you said there were writings on the wall," she asked, her tone precise. "What language was it?"

Ethan scratched his cheek, the answer obvious from his expression alone, because whatever it was, it wasn't something he could recognize or read.

Wednesday watched that reaction without comment.

"So not only did you activate something," she said, "you also destroyed the only place that might have explained it."

Ethan didn't argue with that.

"I can dig it back up," he said, keeping it simple, because with his telekinesis that part wasn't a problem, the structure might be collapsed but not gone.

Wednesday didn't dismiss it, but she didn't focus on it either.

"Do that," she said, then shifted slightly. "And the Book of the Dead—did you read it yesterday?"

Ethan frowned.

"No," he said. "Why? You're still carrying that around? I thought you were done with it."

There was no reaction to that.

"Since you didn't read it," Wednesday continued, "why did it open on its own?"

Ethan's expression changed slightly.

"There was an image," she added. "A grave. Something digging its way out."

That was enough.

Ethan didn't respond immediately, but the connection was already there, the empty grave, the missing body, the timing, and now this.

Clockwork corpse. The Book of the Dead. Same direction.

He exhaled, already done with how fast things were stacking. This wasn't just one problem anymore; it was multiple, all unfolding at once. Something was moving underground, and whatever had been buried there had already gotten out.

Ah… fuck this.

Now he had demons, a walking corpse, and whatever else decided to show up next all at once.

Wednesday turned to leave, but before she moved too far she stopped, glanced back at Ethan, and spoke like it had already been decided.

"Tomorrow you're helping me with an investigation," she said. "There's a suspicious death in Jericho, a man killed by birds, and I found a familiar connection tied to him."

Ethan didn't interrupt.

"Sheriff Galpin," she added, "though he's no longer sheriff after his son's actions."

"Okay," Ethan said, not arguing.

Wednesday walked off, already done with the conversation, and Pugsley followed after a moment, leaving Ethan standing there as the noise of the courtyard carried on around him.

A second later, Thing climbed onto his shoulder, moving with purpose like he had been waiting for this moment.

Ethan glanced at him.

Thing gestured quickly, signing with urgency, making it clear this wasn't casual.

Wednesday's visions.

They were getting worse.

Thing showed it directly, the detail that mattered, the black tears, the strain, the fact that it wasn't under control anymore, and the way he hesitated made it clear he was worried.

Ethan's expression shifted slightly.

"Oh," he said, realizing what he had overlooked, because this wasn't new, this was something tied to this year, something he already knew would happen, and now it was starting.

Two problems.

One tied to Enid.

One tied to Wednesday.

Both are unavoidable.

Thing continued, adding one more detail.

Wednesday didn't want anyone to know.

Not even him.

Ethan understood that part without needing it explained.

"I know," he said. "She doesn't like showing weakness, especially not in front of others."

He paused briefly, then added,

"But don't worry, Thing. I already have a way to deal with it."

Thing's movements slowed, then shifted, the tension easing as he understood.

"So Thing, why don't we enjoy this party for a bit," Ethan said, glancing toward the crowd, "it looks like you've been having a few bad days recently."

Thing perked up immediately, his fingers moving in quick, excited gestures, clearly agreeing without hesitation

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