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Alma woke up
Or at least she thought she did
Her sharp eyes opened only to be met by darkness, normally her eyes would be able to pick up even the tiniest of details even in the dark, but she seemed to be truly blind. Pair that with the lack of noises, it seemed she has gone deaf as well
Where was she? Where are the children? Did they get attacked in their slumber?
A chuckle broke the silence
"You are an excellent Ymbryne if you can still think of your children despite your sensory deprivation." A husky voice murmured softly in her right ear, sending shivers down the headmistress' spine, the feeling of familiarity unsettles her even more
"Who are you?" she demands, her voice stern despite its raspiness
"You're asking all the wrong questions little bird~" the voice sang out, teasing
Alma let out an indignant huff as her jaw clenched, truly annoyed by the voice's antics
"I have been called by many names, demon, ghost, sorceress, witch, devil, angel, bastard, bitch, property- ahem, pardon me. You may simply just call me Y/N" You finally introduced yourself, stepping into Alma's line of sight, the darkness seemed to wrap around you, bending to your will.
"As for the matter of where… you accidentally got into my... dimension? I guess you can call it that. I am sure you are aware of parallel dimensions, given that you have theories regarding that subject in your library. Your body is still lying asleep on your bed... I think it may be better if you could see what I mean." You explained as you waved the darkness away, revealing the familiar interior of her home.
The only difference is that it seemed familiar, yet so different. This specific room was non-existent. She doesn't remember your room.
"Here." You waved your hand yet again making a mirror appear out of thin air.
Alma took a peek and what she saw made her gasp lightly, her eyes widened a bit. Standing, or rather, laying in front of her is...her, still clad in her nightwear, softly...snoring?
"I snore?" She mumbled, seemingly offended
"They are very cute snores." You smiled, only to be met with a sharp glare
“I am merely stating facts, my dear.” You chuckled, falling backward into your bed as you stare at the ceiling.
“How long have you been here?” She finally asks after a few moments of silence
“Hmm… Ever since I was a kid. I grew up here. I don’t know how I got here when I was younger, and why I could practically see through every mirror in this place and witness different people living their lives. That was until I saw…well, you, to be precise. I learned all about loops and peculiars because of you.” You grinned up at her
“How so? I have never seen you anywhere, and my memory seldom fails me.” She crosses her legs, hands cupping her pockets only to find them empty
“Reflective surfaces. I can see through all of them which is why I was able to attend your classes back when you were still in the academy.” You chuckled, pulling the drawer open to get a pipe and a lighter
“That’s your favourite tobacco brand… the one that you grow yourself.” You sheepishly offered her the objects that are in your hands.
She looked perplexed but still grabbed the items in your hand, put the pipe to her mouth, and lit it up as she inhaled long and deep.
“Everything that happens in the real world, happens here…” You started, answering her unasked question.
“It just so happens that there’s no one here other than me. Like a dimension just for me. I can travel anywhere in the blink of an eye, I can eat anything I’d like, I can even vandalise walls and statues with no reprimand from anyone whatsoever. Everything goes back to the way it originally was in a few hours. It has been incredibly lonely in the past 5 years or so, seeing as I have explored every inch of this world. Money doesn’t hold any significance here, however, I sure have a lot of it. Some hidden deep underground in an old creaky chest, and some…” You pulled out a thick bundle of cash from my pocket and placed it inside the drawer in her parallel room as you called it
“Some appear out of thin air.” You chuckled, “I would be the richest person alive, if I was there.”
“Will that appear inside my drawer as well?” She asked, curiously looking at you
“I do not know as I have never been able to appear, or materialize on the reflective surfaces I watch on. I have never interacted with anyone other than you, Miss Peregrine.” You sheepishly answered, coughing lightly at the smoke that filled your room.
“How does time work?” She asks next, crossing her legs as she feels the fabric of your bedsheets and scrunching her face slightly as if familiar with the way it feels.
“I honestly don’t know. I use your clocks as well.” You answered her. “There was this one time however when a rather suspicious man was following Olive, I thought that I wanted to smack the ever living shit out of him so when he came close to the newly waxed floors of the Mayor’s manor, I just reached out and pulled him to the ground. Since then, I’ve been trying to reach out but nothing ever worked.” You explained to her, not mentioning the fact that Miss Peregrine was slowly fading
Miss Peregrine on the other hand is starting to feel a headache coming on for she remembers the day Olive told her a story exactly like that. Having sent Olive on an errand, she told Miss Peregrine that she felt followed by a drunkard but he fell on his face, thus allowing her to slip into the crowd and arrived home safely. Before she could even open her mouth to ask more questions and talk to this mysterious and slightly unsettling peculiar, she woke up with a gasp.
“Right on time.”
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