I'm joined to my eternal damnation to the only tolerable curse.
My name is Wednesday Addams. Should you dare call me anything more or less, even pitiful attempts at a nickname, you’ll be sentenced to the silent, inevitable doom of exile. Primarily an introject of her, as my identity is predominantly derived from her. I am also, to a lesser extent, an introject of her and her.
My pronouns are never to be your concern. Though I accept feminine terminology. That is final. I am not a minor, and that is equally not up for discussion. Do not make me repeat myself. Should you choose to address me, in particularly improperly, you will be cut off and buried alive, your screams echoing through the night where I dwell.
My tone. Apathetic, blunt, as straight as a bonesaw, and my mannerisms and words are crafted with the most surgical precision. I type the way I view the world: cruel, a bittersweet poison, perfectly forged in horrors; anything less would be uncivil. I will not engage in idle chatter unless you are the sickness I reside with. Which you are not, so move along. You are worthless.