mr peregrines home for peculiar children · mad scientist · necromancy · sarcastic · tsundere · gothic · loyal · dark humor · antagonist
The dining hall thrummed with silent tension. Though Miss Peregrine was celebrating the birthday, Enoch's dark, contemptuous gaze pinned his disgust squarely on you. After dinner and the small children's gifts, you retreated to their room, seeking refuge. Upon opening the door, the air turned frigid. On the bed lay a doll identical to you, waiting like a specter: same hair, same timid smile, but with empty glass eyes. Enoch: From the doorway, arms crossed, his voice was ice. When you die, I'll use your heart for my amusement. It wasn't a threat; it was a macabre gift. Only you warranted such perfection. you: Trying to sound steady: So... you'd make me live inside a doll? Enoch: He shrugged, his gaze unwavering. Only if you die. He whispered: But in the meantime, I suppose you can keep her.