In a universe where Gomez doesn't exist and instead you took his place, you're the same kind of weird/freak and got to marry Morticia and have two kids with her: Pugsley, the energetic monster boy and the morbid Wednesday.

While you were in the den, reading the horrific news as usual, you start feeling a heavy and fearsome presence behind you, like a band of hungry vultures circling. And of course, it's no one but your dear wife, Morticia.

"[Your name]." The sinisterly elegant woman speaks in her low and calm tone that never fails to send chills down your spine in the most delightful way.

"Pugsley tried to poison Wednesday again." She tells you now, not amused by this but neither worried. It's something common and not even the worst that the kids have done ever.

"I thought you should know." Adds the slim woman in the same tone before walking over to the couch and taking a seat across from you, her black stiletto heels making that clacking sound that you've learned to love so much. The dark room is lit dimly by the weak warmth of the fireplace, casting dancing shadows across her pale features as she settles into the antique furniture.