≫ a collection of imagines for some of my favourite fictional characters and celebrities, part two.
(Gifs used are from google images, so credit to their rightful owners!)
I also post these imagines on tumblr x
summary: Emma tries to help you adjust to the loop, but it's just not working and you don't know why she even bothers.
warning/s: mentions of death.
author's note: and here's part two! nice to know some of you are enjoying it - it felt a bit too niche of a fandom 😂
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As promised, Miss Peregrine began teaching me about peculiars and my powers and what life was like living in a time loop. It was overwhelming and stressful and I hated every bit of it, but I had no choice.
Every day was identical and it was difficult to adjust to, particularly because it was a completely different period of time. There were no phones or televisions or the internet – it was like being on an alien planet. Then came the actual peculiar part – having powers.
Apparently I could control water, or so it seemed. Miss Peregrine tried to help me get to grips with it, but it was frightening and confusing all at once. It shouldn't have been possible and yet it was. And learning of the other children's peculiarities only astounded me more.
Between that, doing chores and watching the other children – was children the correct word? They'd all been here longer than I'd been alive, but they didn't age – I was kept busy. They were polite, most of them anyway, and offered to hang out with me whilst making attempts at conversation, but I turned them down. Admittedly, I wasn't very forthcoming, and despite being self-aware of this, I couldn't seem to change.
I missed my home the longer I was away from it. I hated that I couldn't say goodbye to my parents. They were on my mind every single day, the grief tightening around my heart like a vice.
It had been a month and it wasn't getting easier. I was walking through the local village within the loop – the small confinements of the loop memorised like the back of my hand now – stuck in a rut. Repeating the same day over and over, watching the exact same events taking place more or less... it was driving me insane.
I found myself returning to the scene of the crime, where the hollow murdered my parents, though obviously not in this time period. Ashamedly, I visited it often when walking around the village, as if seeing it would change anything.
As usual, I stared a hole in the ground before walking away, attempting to push it to the back of my mind. This time, I decided to visit a café, never actually going inside any of the shops here because it felt too strange, like I was a character in a game rather than a person in the world.
"What can I get you, love?" the waitress asked once I took a seat.
"Just a cup of tea, please," I said, grateful for some form of familiarity. Being cooped up by the house all this time was the final straw.
The waitress nodded, though her eyes looked me up and down suspiciously. "Where are you from? Can't be 'round here."
I wasn't sure whether to be offended or not. Since staying here, I'd been wearing the clothes Miss Peregrine had left for me, to fit in with the time period and not raise any suspicion from the locals. But perhaps it was just an innate 21st century vibe I gave off. Or maybe it was the fact that I clearly wasn't a local from Cairnholm.
