Heathens || Mphfpc x reader

CHAPTER EIGHT- soft bois

"Well shit." I muttered.

"Well shit indeed." Jacob said.

"What are we going to do?" I asked him. He gave me a quizzical look.

"Why are you asking me?"

"I don't know. You just give the main character vibes I guess." I said shrugging.

"I guess the forest is our only option?" Jacob said, turning serious.

"Woah, we're down to only one option already?" Jacob rolled his eyes and sighed.

"I mean, if we stay on the beach the blimps will get us, since they probably have wights in them, too, and if we go back to the island we won't make it by nightall and the wights in the submarines will get us."

Oh. Well this wasn't good.

"So we really only have one option, huh?" I said. Horace gave us a worried look.

"But what about the wild animals in the forest, or if the wights pursue us on foot?" I glared. Dude, stop thinking negatively.

"What? I'm a realist."

I still glared.

"At least I'm not a pessimist like Enoch."

Ah. Understandable, buddy.

Enoch then elbowed Horace in the ribs, and Horace proceeded to breathn't for around five minutes after that. This is why no one likes you, Enoch.

"Alright, so we've narrowed it down." Emma interjected. Ah, thank you for bringing us back to the topic Jacob's-girlfriend-lady.

"I guess we're going into the forest." I said, "there. Settled." Jacob glared.

"Alright, but how-" I put my hand over his mouth.

"Jacob. Don't be like Enoch. Be yourself, because no one wants to be Enoch."

And then Enoch elbowed me in the ribs. So I picked him up and refused to set him down, and ended up having to carry him around like Simba cuz he kept trying to scratch my eyeballs out. He's quite a strange little man.

We went back to the beach, gathered up what was left of our belongings, and entered the forest. We were pretty far in before we started hearing the sounds of gunshots, men shouting, and dogs barking in the distance. No one even had to say it, but out of instinct, we ran.

We sprinted through the trees attempting to throw the wights off of our trail for hours. Bronwyn was carrying both Claire and Olive in her arms now, and even some of the older kids were getting tired. This was probably more than I had ever run in my life. Like seriously. Who actually runs in PE anyway?

"Oh shit-" I heard someone say, then heard a thump behind me. I turned quickly to see Enoch, inspecting a large, bloody cut on his ankle. I immediately turned back, bending down and holding out my hand to him. He looked confused for a minute, then took it and I pulled him to his feet.

"Need some help?" I asked. He looked like he was about to say no, but then nodded. I smiled then bent down.

"Come on, you can ride on my back." I said and he climbed on. His entire face was red now, and I could see it.

"Thank you." he whispered, so that only I could hear.

"No problem." I said, chuckling. I guess even he could be nice sometimes.

Carrying Enoch made running slightly harder, but I still managed to keep up with the others. Besides, this kid really didn't weigh all that much.

We ran until dark, weaving between trees, wading through streams, and everyone was tired and dirty by the time we made it to a clearing surrounded thickly by trees, which Fiona bent and wove into a sort of roof and walls, with almost no cracks in it, with her powers. Now if only there was a TV I could live here.

I lay alone at some corner of it, realizing that I was freezing. Jake and Emma were cuddling somewhere, and so were Hugh and Fiona. Go Fugh! Anyway, I was cold, and that wasn't cool. Bronwyn was hugging Olive and Claire to keep them warm, and Enoch was somewhere freezing to death because he wanted to keep his dignity. Horace was in a corner with his knees to his chest, wrapped in his jacket. Smart of him to bring one. Although it was one of those weird tuxedo jacket things. Where did he even get it? Whatever.

"Millll" I whispered.

"Yeah?" said Millard from somewhere to the right of me. I crawled closer to him.

"I'm cold. Wanna snuggle?"

"W-what?"

"Pleaseeee?"

"Alright, fine."

"Yay!"

I awkwardly sorta hugged Millard's invisible body, which was very warm. I was grateful he was wearing clothes, though, cuz otherwise this would be ten times more awkward.

I ended up falling asleep like that. Millard's head was on my shoulder, and my head resting on top of it, sorta side-hugging him I guess. It was nice. Very comfy.

We were awoken around four minutes later by Claire whispering. "Wyn, can you tell me a story?" My first thought was 'bruh,' but like, okay then.

"Sure, love." Bronwyn said, getting out the Tales of the Peculiar and then suddenly, out of nowhere, Miss Peregrine snatched the book with her beak and began flipping pages.

"What are you doing, miss?" Bronwyn asked. Seriously Miss P. What?

But Miss Peregrine kept flipping pages until she got to a certain one, then stepped back as though to admire her work. Bronwyn picked up the tales and began reading.

She read about a giant named Cuthburt who rescued peculiar animals and took them to the top of a mountain, but a witch cursed him to turn to stone and when he asked his animal friends to come visit him before he was fully stone they said no, because it would put them in danger, and Cuthburt turned to stone all alone. Dang.

After the story, Claire had a coughing fit. Like bad. Bronwyn felt her forehead, and muttered something about her being sick. Just what we needed! A sick kid! I sighed then laid my head back onto Millard's and fell asleep again.

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