Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ

“ᴀᴄʜᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴏғ sʟᴇᴇᴘʟᴇss ɴɪɢʜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀʏ ᴇʏᴇs.”

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

«ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsɪᴇs ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ—

ʟɪᴛ. & ᴅᴇsᴄ. ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴ ᴀᴍɪᴛʏ ᴅᴀᴍɪᴇɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴀᴍs ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ. ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

—ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ ᴏғ sᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀs.»

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[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ, ʙᴜʀʏ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋʏᴀʀᴅ.

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

ᴏʜ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ;
ɪғ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ.

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

Daylight, how dreadful.

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

@CrownOfSeeds It wasn't the voice that stirred him from his makeshift sleep, but the catch of his boot in the root of a tree. Between phases of aware and not, he didn't have the capacity to catch himself, his tall frame hitting the grass with an a rather startled jolt.

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

Sleepwalking.
That was as close a term as he could figure for it. The near trance he fell into instead of sleep. The antithesis of Morpheus.

It was that very trance that led his steps astray, to the garden, unfazed by thorns that nicked him as he passed.
@CrownOfSeeds

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

So much dead weight hitting the floor.

But, no, not dead. Just reeling from a dose of his tonic.

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

He's like a tree; tall, and makes a ruckus when he falls

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

Sadly.

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

It wasn't often that the dreaded other side of the family paid visits, Amity hailing from Morticia's line. If course, when one didn't sleep, they had plenty of time on their hands.

Prompting the insomniac to venture past the gate, to knock upon the Addams door.
@MercilessMirth

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

If anyone needs him—

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ʟᴜʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs;

— ʟɪᴋᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ɢɪғ/sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ
— ᴅᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴏᴛ

ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛ.

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

https://t.co/KUNIEz4cic

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

AMITY DAMIEN;

𝓐 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

«ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsɪᴇs ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ—

ʟɪᴛ. & ᴅᴇsᴄ. ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴ ᴀᴍɪᴛʏ ᴅᴀᴍɪᴇɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴀᴍs ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ. ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

—ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ ᴏғ sᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀs.»

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[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

The droughts raise a price of their own, as well, exacting penance in the wanderer's trance that holds him captive in the hours his body breaks down, demanding rest.

Sleepwalking, that has endangered his safety in the most entertaining ways.

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

AMITY DAMIEN;

𝓐 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

A mediocre chemist, he's concocted several droughts over the years to keep him awake and lucid.

Of course, the human brain wasn't meant for such long bouts of wakefulness. He can be found speaking to himself at times, auditory and visual hallucinations his price to pay.

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

And yes, it's Amity, as in the horror.

[Aᴍɪᴛʏ Fʀᴜᴍᴘ @ErrantInsomnes]

The in-laws.

It has such a worrisome implication to it, the phrase. A presence so many married men and women across the world over dread.

He couldn't be more thrilled to take up such a mantle for himself.