MPHFPC one-shots

Acceptance

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This one shot has been sat in my drafts since around the time I created this book and I wanted to finish it, but I can't remember where I was going with it. If anyone wants to go and finish it, feel free because I don't mind.

Bookverse

Jacob stood in front of his parents, his friends and Miss Peregrine stood behind him. His parents were both perched cautiously on the edge of the couch, as close together as they could get. His mother was clutching his dad's hand like her life depended on it, and she kept a careful eye on the strangers in front of her.

"So, um, yeah," Jacob concluded, his hands shoved awkwardly into his trouser pockets.

"That's not possible," Jacob's dad stuttered, a bead of sweat trailing down his forehead as he tried to keep his composure. "They're supposed to be stories!"

With an unimpressed sigh, Jacob turned to his peculiar friends behind him and focused his sights on Olive who was currently readjusting her tiara. He nodded at her and she smiled. Leaning down, she unbuckled her weighted shoes and steppes out of them. Before her feet could even tough the plush carpeting of Jacob's living room, she floated straight up to the white ceiling.

Jacob's parent's eyes widened in shock and fear, and they visibly tensed at the sight of the young girl floating on their ceiling. Thankfully, before they could say or do anything rash, Miss Peregrine pulled her ward back down to the ground and helped her get back into her shoes.

"Everything granddad told you about the people from the children's home when he was a kid, it wasn't a lie. He was telling the truth," Jacob said again, "they're peculiar. And so am I."

At that, Jacob's mother started crying. She buried her head in her husband's shoulder to hide her face.

"H-how?" Jacob's dad stuttered, gulping afterwards.

"What?" Jacob asked.

"How are you... peculiar?"

"Oh," Jacob said, "well, you see, there are these things in the peculiar world called Hollowgasts. They're vicious monsters that no one can see. They're invisible. I can, though. See them, that is. And grandpa could too. I can even control them, make them do what I want."

Jacob's mother sobbed even harder.

Pulling out a hankerchief, Horace strode over to her and handed her the item. She took it with a watery, "thank you," and blew her nose, making Horace grimace.

She went to hand it back to the prophetic peculiar, but he merely shook his head with barely hidden disgust.