~His Doll~ Enoch O'Connor x Reader {MPHFPC}

Chapter 3.

You and Emma had gone and sat under a tree as Millard and Hugh played tag, running round the yard. "So, where are you from?" Emma asked curiously. "I'm from y/l, but when I was 4, I got my peculiarity and my parents sent me to the institution here. They didn't want anything to do with me." You looked down and played with the grass. Emma put her hand on your shoulder and smiled. "Well, at least you're here now."

"So, what's the deal with that other boy, Enoch?" She sighed in response. "He's, well, very possessive. He keeps to himself mostly, but he does have soft spots for some of us. Especially Claire, I think he sees her like a little sister. I don't think that him being so bottled up is very good for him at all." You nodded, knowing how it felt to have to keep all of your emotions inside. "Him and Olive used to be close, they were sort of a couple, but he kept to himself so much that Olive grew to resent him, and she still doesn't like to talk to him much. He's always been sort of angry, but that just made it worse. He's gotten over it since then, but now they just really hate each other."

After hearing that, you felt bad for him. You'd never gotten to experience a relationship, but you could imagine how crushing that must've been. You looked up at the house and could see him through his window. He was putting jars onto a shelf in his room, and briefly glanced outside.

"Would you like to go meet him more properly?" Emma asked, standing up. "Yeah, I'd like that." The two of you walked back to the house, talking about other random things.

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As the two of you entered the hallway, you could faintly hear classical music again, the same that you'd heard this morning. Emma knocked a few times, and the door swung open quickly. "What do you want, Emma." He said, glancing over and staring at you. "I wanted to introduce you two properly, since you were so incredibly rude before." He rolled his eyes, but opened his door all the way and gestured dramatically with his hand.

His room was lined with shelves full of jars. There were things that looked like hearts in the jars, they were all different sizes and were labeled with the animal that they came from. His desk was littered with tools and things that looked like surgical equipment.

You heard little footsteps enter behind you, and you turned to see Claire standing in the doorway, holding something. She gave you a shy smile and stepped around you towards Enoch. "Enoch, I finished it." She held up a small, homemade doll that sort of resembled her. You looked at Enoch as he gently took it from her, his annoyed expression cracking a bit. He looked the doll over carefully, and then smiled at Clair. "I'm impressed, it's practically better than mine." She gave him a big smile and he winked at her, before grabbing a jar labeled "rat heart." He made a small cut into the fabric of the doll's pink dress and slowly placed the heart into the stuffing, and you could see it start to beat.

He quickly stitched up the incision and then gave the doll back to Claire. "I think you'll like this part." Emma said. The doll suddenly started moving in Claire's hands, and she squealed in delight. She quickly hugged him, and you saw him smile for the first time since you saw him. Claire ran out of the room, and you smiled at how giddy she was. "That was very nice of you Enoch." You said, and he looked over at you. "She's been making that for months, it was the least I could do." His cold expression returning. "So, what is your peculiarity anyway?" He looked you up and down. He made you slightly nervous, but it wasn't necessarily a bad kind of nervous.

"It works better at night, so I'm planning to show everyone then." He folded his arms and walked closer to you. "Well, I'm absolutely shaking with excitement, I simply can't wait to see your awesome peculiarity." He said sarcastically, "But, if that's all," he gestured towards his door.

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Later that evening, you asked Miss Peregrine if you could show everyone your peculiarity after dinner, and she thought that would be a wonderful idea. So, right after everyone was finished, all of you went outside and you watched the sun start to slip below the horizon. "Alright everyone, y/n would like to show all of you her peculiarity." She looked at you as you stepped forward and stood next to her. The children all sat in the grass, except for Enoch, who stayed standing.

The sun finally set, and you could feel the change start, so you closed your eyes. Once you heard a few gasps, you reopened your eyes. "So this is what I can do." You smiled, and after a minute they started to speak. "That. Is. Awesome!" Hugh yelled and quickly moved over to you. "Woah, I can see your teeth!" Millard said with excitement in his voice. All of them crowded around you and took in how different you looked.

You looked up and saw Enoch, still standing in the same place, but his expression was different. It was like he was studying you, and if your skin didn't look like a corpse's, you know that you'd be blushing. Soon enough, Miss Peregrine moved all of you inside for movie time. As everyone sat in the living room, Claire looked over at you. "Y/n, y/n, come sit over here!" She patted the spot in between her and Enoch.

You sat and Claire put her hand into yours. She was such a sweet girl, and you smiled at her. You could feel Enoch's eyes on you, and you turned and looked at him. He held eye contact with you for a moment and then leaned into your ear to whisper something. "I guess your peculiarity was sort of cool." You smiled at him, kind of smugly and leaned towards his ear. "But, let me guess, it's not as cool as yours?" He laughed as Miss Peregrine switched off the lights and Horace started projecting his dream.

It was mostly just about clothes, and as you watched, you got tired. As you relaxed more, you started to change back to normal, and soon enough, you no longer looked like a corpse.

-One week later-

Later that night, you woke up from a horrible nightmare, which triggered your peculiarity. You decided to go down to the kitchen and get some tea to try and calm you down. You quietly descended the stairs, your breathing still shaky and your face still slightly wet with tears. As you walked towards the kitchen, you heard cups clinking. You peeked around the corner to see who it was, and could make out Enoch in the moonlight. He had on a loose fitting shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. You practically felt your heart skip a beat, which only worsened the amount your peculiarity took over.

"Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to come in?" He said without turning around. "Sorry, I just wanted to see who was already down here." You sat at the table and saw that he had already started making a cup of tea. "Would you like a cup?" He still hadn't turned around, and went to grab another cup.

Once he had both of the cups made, he finally turned around and saw your eyes cloudy with tears and your corpse-like appearance had returned. He sent the cup down and moved a chair right up next to yours. "I, uhm, had a bad dream." You stared down at your cup, slightly embarrassed at how childish you sounded. "Do you want to talk about it?" He said after a moment.

You talked about your nightmare for a few minutes, and he just sat and listened. You had dreamt about the people from the hospital coming and taking you and all of your new friends. You could hear Clair screaming and Millard crying out for help. You couldn't see Miss Peregrine anywhere, and you attempted to lean down and bite the man holding you, but another man came up and strapped a mask onto your face, almost like the ones that they would put on Hannibal Lecter in the movies. Then, you saw Enoch, he was trying to fight and yelling, and then the two of you locked eyes. That's when you woke up.

After you were done, you realized you had started to cry again. Enoch gently put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you against his side. You just cried into him as he rubbed your arm. Just a week earlier, he'd seemed to want nothing to do with you, but now the two of you were sitting in the kitchen in the middle of the night, and you were crying into his shoulder. And he didn't seem to mind at all. "I think Emma was right, he does have a soft spot."

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AN: Woah, this was kind a long one, hope you guys liked it! Have a Good morning, Good afternoon, or Good night! :)