little devils | wenclair

Inside the halls of the Addams residence, Atlas and Dante, were in their own rooms. Atlas sat on her bed, her eyes fixed on the glowing moon outside her window. There was something different about tonight, a feeling that tingled in the air.

A strange sensation washed over Atlas. It started as a tingling in her fingertips, then spread through her veins like fire. She stood there in awe, as a strange energy seemed to burst through her. And then, it happened. Claws, sharp and gleaming, extended from her fingertips.

Her breath caught in her throat. This was it. The moment she'd been waiting for. She flexed her new claws, testing their strength. She squealed when her razor sharp claws left a huge claw mark on her wall.

Meanwhile, Dante was focused on a piece of music he was composing. His fingers glided across the piano keys, the sound echoing through the room. Dante sensed the shift in the energy. He paused mid-note, the music fading away. He knew, somehow, that something was happening to his sister.

He stepped out of his room, his heart pounding with concern for his sister. As he approached Atlas's door, he heard her quiet gasp. He pushed it open gently, revealing his sister, her eyes wide with wonder, her hands now had gleaming claws.

"Atlas..." Dante whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Atlas turned to him, "Dante, look!" She held out her hands, showing him the new claws.

Dante approached her slowly, his eyes fixed on the claws. He reached out, gently tracing the edge of one claw. "This is amazing, Atty," Dante murmured, his voice filled with admiration.

"Dante, let's go show Mama and Mommy!" Atlas suggested, excitement bubbling in her voice.

Dante nodded, a warm smile on his face. Together, they hurried down the grand hallways of the Addams mansion, their footsteps echoing in the quiet night.

They burst into their parents' room. "Mama! Mommy!" Atlas called out, unable to contain her enthusiasm.

Wednesday and Enid, looked up from their conversation. Their eyes widened in surprise at the sight of their eager children.

"What's all this commotion about?" Wednesday asked.

Atlas stepped forward, her hands held out, displaying the sharp claws. "Look! Look what happened, Mama!"

Wednesday's gaze fell upon the sharp claws. She approached Atlas, examining the claws with fascination. "Well, well. It seems the moon has granted you it's gifts, mi amor. Very impressive."

Enid's eyes sparkled with joy. "Oh, Atty, these are incredible! I'm so happy for you."

Dante hung back, his eyes fixed on the scene before him. He was happy for Atlas, truly he was. But there was a hint of sadness and jealousy that lingered.

Wednesday sensed his internal thought and approached him, her hand finding his shoulder. "Dante, mi amor, your journey is special just like you. Your abilities may not be like Atlas', but they're still remarkable."

Dante looked up at Wednesday. He knew she was right, and he was grateful for her words of comfort.

Dante chimed in, "I felt it, you know, when Atlas got her claws. It felt like energy."

Enid's curiosity piqued. "You did? That's crazy. It's like you two share a deeper connection."

Wednesday nodded in agreement. "Indeed. The bond between you two is something quite extraordinary. I'll have to call your Grandparents to do some research."

As the days turned into weeks, Dante got worried. He observed Atlas with a mix of admiration and envy. Her new claws were all she talked about, and he couldn't help but wonder when or if he would experience a similar transformation. The thought of never gaining any supernatural abilities worried him.