Miss peregrines home for peculiar children Fanfic.
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Frey has hit rock bottom. Left to talk to ghosts and her dead friend stuck in a stuffed bunny.
Enoch finds her annoying, especially when he sees her peeking in the basement every day.
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"Why don't we try that thing again, huh" Bugsy suggested, while ripping out pages of my books, and throwing them into the fire place.
"We've tried that a hundred times, bugs. You know it doesn't work like that." I give narrow my eyes at him, snatching the book out of his paws.
"Well, maybe if you would just kill someone, I could use posses their body." He mutters under his breath. I could almost imagine him raising his eyebrows.
"That's wrong, and you know it." I give him a pointed look, starting to get annoyed.
"Is it? Really?" He trails off.
"Yes!"
"What if, now hear me out" Bugsy pauses dramatically, waiting for me to focus on him.
"What if we just find the sickest bastard that deserves to die, then posses his body."
"Since when did this 'we' thing happen, hmm?" He's getting desperate.
"Aw, c'mon toots. Hey what about that kid from that bar downtown? The one who gives you looks, aye?" He's now in front of me, jumping around the bed, rubbing at his head.
"We ask to borrow a shovel, wait till he's drunk, then smack him over the head with it." He proposed, like it was the best idea.
"I don't know, what if he doesn't pass on and decides to haunt me?" There's always that possibility. That's what happened with momma and her sister.
"You can just wear a gas mask, he won't know it's you."
That's bad luck.
"I'll think it over okay." I tell him, wanting to end the conversation.
"-and stop speaking so loud, we've already found out about the walls being thin."
I say, referring to the not so pleasant telling-off we got last night.
"Yeah yeah."
--- The faint sound of Olive's squealing and clapping, makes its way through my chipped black walls.
"Geez, does she ever shut up?" Bugsy scrunches up his bunny ears, in annoyance.
"Don't be rude." I tut, working on my letter. My messy cursive almost smudging when he jumps up onto the table, walking across the piece of paper.
"H-hey, watch out" I stutter, when he almost knows over the ink pot.
"Whoops, sorry." He sasses, kicking away the paper.
Oh gods, he's like a little devil.
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1:08 pm
Momma didn't show up today, usually she arrives on time.
"Every Sunday at 1 o'clock I'll be waiting under the willow tree, my dear."
She would whisper to me after her visit, her voice carried through the trees with the wind.
Sometimes momma likes to play hide and seek, you could hear her laughter traveling deep into the Forrest, but hasn't been visiting recently.
Bugsy tells me that she's passed on. But that can't be true because her eyes were still blank. She has yet to redeem herself.
I guess I'll wait just a few more minutes
I think absentmindedly, picking at the soft, white daisies. My thoughts have been all over the place since she's stopped visiting. There have been a lot more ghosts looming around the Forrests.
The people with the gas masks try to lure me in, but they're not allowed to touch me.
"Just a few more minutes" I mumble, almost ripping at the grass now.
"Talking to ourselves are we?"
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A/n: Attention, attention ......
Shades on, slays on.
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