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Tyler had never experienced really registering when he got a concussion. Didn’t have the time to really ever keep track. But right now. He felt like he was experiencing one and was all sorts of confused. He woke up cold…uncomfortable…and in a dorm? He sat up looking down at his all black sheets now beyond confused because this was most certainly not where he had gone to sleep in.
He looked around. Sun poured through a stained glassed window. And he looked away. There was a desk all black a type writter…one he recognized as Wednesday’s. He’d seen it when they’d snuck around. It began to register. This was her dorm. Which meant… Quietly he crept onto his feet seeing the other bed, someone clearly asleep in it. All sorts of neon surrounding said bed. A skate board lazily on the ground and posters of rom coms all over the wall. That was not what he remembered Enid’s side looking like. He starred at the body before it turned and before he could back up Enid’s eyes opened and he jumped.
“What the hell!” His deep voice echoed as he pulled the covers over himself. “Man! You’ve been here one month and you're still giving me the creeps!” he sighed heavily sitting up. “What?” Tyler realized he was giving him an estranged look. “Did I drool?”
“I-no,” his voice was the same. But Enid made a face.
“You wake up with a new attitude? Your voice is different.” He tilted his head. Tyler noted the red and purple streaks in his hair replacing Enid’s original pink and blue palette. However she had shorter hair and was shirtless under the covers and…was a he.
“Enid?” He was so confused.
“Yeah? Tyler, seriously you're creeping me out.”
“I’m sorry, go back to sleep,” he felt bad.
“Wow, didn’t know sorry was in your vocab,” he yawned, turning over and snoring away again.
He was still Tyler…but some other version. He stepped back walking up to a mirror, his eyes opening in horror as he saw his reflection. His hair was dark. His skin was pale. Yet he looked put together. A gel cast over his curls unlike their natural messiness he embraced. Not a wrinkle in his clothing. “What the fuck,” he mumbled. He needed to go home and lay in his own bed, maybe reset whatever the hell universe he was in.
He grabbed his wallet, eyebrows furrowed. T.A. embroidered in his wallet. He looked over at Enid. Before realizing he needed to know if his dad would even be home. “Hey, Enid?” He walked over to the blonde boy. “Enid?” He opened his eyes jumping.
“Fuck! Don’t you get sick of that!?”
“Sorry, what day is it?”
“Sunday, please get out of my face Tyler.”
He knew the exit through the window well. He walked to the town, his mind a mess as everything looked right and yet nothing was right. His father started his shifts late at the station on Saturdays as he usually would go visit his mothers grave while Tyler slept in. He made it to his house looking around. It looked…the same.
He knocked on the door, hands in his hoodie pockets he threw over his uncomfortably unwrinkled pajamas. His dad opened the door. And narrowed his eyes.
“A few weeks in town and you’ve found my home, why am I not surprised?”
Tyler opened his mouth. “I-I uh,” What was going on!?
“Addams I don’t have time for this nonsense, what do you want?”
“Addams?” He looked horrified.
“Okay now you're just playing games, goodbye,” he was about to close the door but he put a hand out.
“I’m sorry I’m just so confused,” he put his head in his hands. “I woke up and everything's messed up dad,”
“Dad!? Did ya hit your head!?”
“No-”
“Goodbye Addams, don’t make me charge you for stalking and tresspassing.” He slammed the door leaving Tyler frustrated.
With no other place to really go he went to a neutral zone. Weathervane. Maybe somehow one of his coworkers would magically recognize him or just something would happen. He walked with a bell ringing.
“Be with you in a minute!” he heard and he froze. He knew that voice. Not that tone.
He looked over the counter and a young woman turned her back two braids…brown hung behind her. She turned to face him and she smiled. She looked so different. She had color in her skin and her uniform had all sorts of stains.
“Wednesday?” he spoke more of a question
“Yeah? You forgot me already Tyler?” She gave a nervous smile. It was starting to unease Tyler. He knew every line in Wednesday’s face and the ones this version of her had smile ones. This wasn’t her.
“What’s going on?” he muttered backing up.
“Are you alright?” she asked, leaning over the counter.
“Yeah, give me…a minitue,” but even a minitue couldn’t sort out whatever was happening.
“Tyler are you-” she reached over to put a hand on his shoulder and he collapsed. An uncomfortable feeling overcoming his body. It was like he was experiencing a nightmare. But it wasn’t the night terrors that usually haunted him, it was more like a blur.
He saw himself well, his new self standing at the counter courtly asking for a quad. Wednesday’s choice. The new Wednesday looked stressed out behind a rouge espresso maker telling him to use the drip. Then it flashed to him towering over her behind the counter.
She smiled up at him. “My names Wednesday, Wednesday Galpin,” that just sounded wrong coming out of her mouth. He watched as the other looked her up and down.
“Tyler Addams,”
He came back to reality on the ground.
Wednesday had pulled his head into her lap. He wanted to be comforted by it but he wasn’t. He shot up looking at her. She put her hands up. “I’m sorry I still don’t know what to do when that happens,”
“No, it’s… me,” he looked at her. “Wednesday Galpin,” he accidentally blurted.
She rolled her eyes smiling. “Yes, we’ve established this Tyler Addams,” A group of people walked in. “You need that quad to go?”
“No, I’m good,”
“Okay, be safe don’t…have another vision,” she stood up going to tend to the customers and he only glanced back slightly as he pushed through the door.
He practically ran back to his dorms. Gross, his dorm. Enid was there putting on his shoe. “Your back,” he didn’t look too eager to see him.
“Where are you going?”
“See a movie with Ajax,” Tyler made a face trying to imagine Ajax as a girl. “What!?”
“Nothing, Sorry,”
“New word, stop abusing it,” He got up as to leave.
“Wait!”
“What?”
“You and Wednesday aren’t playing some sick prank on me right?”
“Wednesday? Who’s Wednesday?”
He slapped his face annoyed. “The girl that works at Weathervene sheriffs daughter.”
Enid raised a brow. “Oh do tell,” he sat back down on his bed.
“What?”
“One month here and you already got a girl, look at you,”
“No!”
“Seriously your like…so different today,”
“Nevermind that, so you don’t know Wednesday?”
“I’d love to meet her,” He responded. Tyler groaned.
“I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Tyler, I know I've only known you a month but what is wrong with you?”
Tyler sighed. It was better to just tell the truth so his mind would stop getting screwed with this mess. “Look. This is going to sound insane, but I’m not from this world universe or whatever,”
“You need to see the nurse,” Enid stared at him.
“No, just listen to me. I’m Tyler Galpin, where I came from, Donovan Galpin is my dad.”
“No…he only has a daughter,”
“Yeah in my universe he only has a son.”
“You’re insane.” Enid began to stand up.
“No, please just listen to me,”
“I’m trying dude but you're making no sense.”
“Do you know Spiderman across the spiderverse?”
“Okay now I know you're not Tyler Addams, he’s never even seen the notebook!”
“Listen. You know Spiderman exists in all kinds of people. That's what's happening to me. I’m Tyler the barista that works at weathervane. Tyler Addams is probably freaking out my girlfriend right now.”
“Well your girlfriend is in for a treat.” Enid raised her brows. “Then how do you know your way around the dorm so well?”
He coughed. “I sneak in here like twice a week in my universe.”
“Respect,” Enid raised his brows. “Okay so, in your universe you work in Wednesday’s place and I assume she attends this school?”
“Yeah, the girl version of you and her are best friends,”
“Aw…does that mean me and Tyler Addams are going to be best friends?”
Tyler only gave him a side glance. “Probably, but you're missing the point I need to get back to there.”
“Hate to break it to you but I have no idea how to accomplish that,”
“Was Tyler Addams doing anything weird last night?”
“That kid is the embodiment of weird, you gotta be more specific.”
“Well…” Tyler thought for a moment. “My Wednesday has a shit ton of books that usually cause her to cause chaos,”
Enid thought, squinting in concentration. “I noticed he was lugging around a pretty heavy tote bag last night. Last week there was murder and he’s been obsessed with it since.” he pointed to the desk. “There, I don’t know if he even moved them. I sort of went to a party last night.” Tyler walked over a book fallen over which was definitely weird. “Hey, are you sure it wasn’t your Wednesday?”
“No we were together last night,” Enid nodded. There was a knock and Tyler couldn’t help himself but peek at the door. Girl Ajax had her snakes down. Seemingly having more control but she still wore a hat like the Ajax he knew.
“You ready to go?”
“Yeah, let me grab my wallet,”
“Oh hi, Tyler,”
“Hi,” Even she gave him a look.
“He’s feeling down,” Enid explained away. “Go talk to Wednesday, she’s somehow dragged into this she might want to know,”
For once something that made sense. He made a long walk back to weathervane and lingered around the town before the time he usually took breaks. Looking around the town helped him reorient himself. He had felt like he was going insane all morning and up to now he was upset he hadn’t woken up where he had laid last night.
Wednesday was next to him. Only when they shared a bed would she loosen and have an arm over him. It comforted him the warmth she started to show him when they began dating a year ago. He groaned thinking of Tyler Addams in his bed. And her reaction to him…she wouldn’t like him right? His eyes narrowed with a twinge of jealousy. They were opposites she couldn't possibly like this version of him.
He glanced at his watch and pushed the door to weathervane, a different worker at the counter and Wednesday sat at a booth turned away from the door quietly eating a pastry and scrolling through messages on her phone.
He walked up to the booth behind her. “Hey,” she turned around and smiled. Tyler shuddered.
“Hi Tyler, your back again,”
“Listen I need to talk to you,” that made her smile more. She looked eager.
“Yeah sure, take a seat,”
He slid in front of her and he noticed her leg bouncing under the table. “Look this isn’t easy to say,”
“I know,”
“You know?” She nodded, smiling a blush on her face.
“You come in here every day, ask me to help with your investigation, brought your uncle so I could meet him.” She looked up at him. “I want to date you too,”
“No-not no! That’s not what I mean!” He put his head in his hands. He really should avoid messing up this guys life. “That’s not what I came to tell you,” She sat back eyebrows furrowed. “Look I’m not your Tyler Addams, I’m Tyler Galpin,"
She scoffed. “And I’m Wednesday Addams,”
“Yes! Yes you are!”
“Look Tyler, call me crazy but I thought this whole time we liked each other, you keep giving me these signals.” She was repeating his wording exactly.
“Wednesday, I’m pretty sure your Tyler does like you like I like my Wednesday,”
“What? Okay you've hit a psychotic break. I told you to take a break from investigating Ronda’s murder.”
“What?”
“You really did get banged upside the head, Ronda got murdered by some beast or thing you saw,” Tyler Addams definitely would go searching for trouble. But why him of all the universes.
“Look Wednesday, I’m not messing with you, ask me something I should know.”
She rolled her eyes. “What color dress did I wear when you took me to the Raven’n?”
“Blue,”
“The hell, no shit you know you took me to the Raven’n.”
“I know because I wore a blue tux to to my Wednesday to Raven’n,”
“That’s not-ugh whatever, so if I entertain your stupid idea where is Tyler Addams?”
“With Wednesday Addams in my universe.”
“I shouldn’t be surprised, ever since Tyler Addams moved here it’s been one thing right after the other,” she sighed. “So what do we do?”
“We could try to figure out what your boyfriend did and try to reverse it.”
“He’s not-“
“Wednesday!” She stood up abruptly and they both turned to see Sheriff Galpin walk in. “I thought I told you-“
“Dad I asked him to sit with me, he tried to keep distance,” she put a hand out Tyler, noticing how weird it was to see himself in that tiny form.
“Break time’s over and you need to leave her alone.” He seemed more over protective of her than he ever was with him.
“Yes sir,”
Wednesday glanced at him collecting her things as her father left. “Uh, call me later and we can try to sort this,” she took a sharpie out of her pocket and scribbled on a napkin.
“Thank you,” she nodded.
“I just want my Tyler back,”