You weren't sure how you got here. Hell, you didn't even know where here was. When you awake you were on the floor in some new place. It honestly looked like a circus. Hundreds of chairs in a circle, facing a large ring in the middle.
You made your way to the center of the giant room. There you found a large target, a bucket of knives, a small kiddie pool, and a robotic elephant with springs and screws sticking out. Oh. You knew where you were.
This is how you always imagined what The Blackpool Tower in England looked like when your friends told you the story of how they killed Barron. But how are you here? The loop closed, time would catch up to you.
You decided to look for signs of anymore people and went backstage. You went to check out the room you'd imagined the ymbrynes were kept.
And what a horrifying sight it was. Along the was were people, dead, hanging on hooks, pools of blood dripping below each of them. But these people were no strangers. Everyone from your old loop was there, dead on the wall. Even your old ymbryne, Miss Dove. And people from your new loop was up there too. Olive, Claire, Horace. The only ones not hanging from the walls were Alex and Miss Peregrine.
In the center of the room was a small birdcage. In it was a peregrine falcon. Relief flooded over you as you walked over and let the bird out. Once Miss Peregrine was free she shifted back.
You were unsure of why or how, but your body began moving without you. As she turned to look at the wall, pure horror on her face, you walked up behind her. And quite literally, stabbed her in the back. You stumbled away dropping the knife. When did you even pick it up?
She fell to the floor and her breathing slowed. You watched as her life faded away, unsure of what to do. She laid still and unmoving, her eyes open, frozen on you as she took her final breath. And you did nothing, you couldn't scream, or cry, no matter how much you wanted to.
And you continued to watch as a a man, who's face you couldn't see, walked into the room and picked up her body. He brought her over to the wall and attached her to an empty hook, stabbing it through her chest and leaving her hanging like everyone else. When the man turned to face you, you saw who he was.
Alex...
And then you woke up.
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That hurt to write. But I'm not at all sorry. Sorry this is so short.
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FanfictionLove story between Alma LeFay Peregrine and a fem reader. It's honestly chaotic. I mostly wrote this while half asleep soooo.