A Peculiar very Peculiar (Miss Peregrine's home for peculiar children)

*Note: Here's another chapter of this fic!

Today I have something important to tell you. Previously, I put as one of the rewards of the missions, a peculiarity called "Unbreakable Love". After much thought and having a conversation with a reader, I have come to the conclusion that some might consider it "Mind Control" even though it is not so.

But for those who think otherwise, I have looked for a solution that may satisfy some of these people. I'm going to weaken the effects of that quirk and have the protagonist make Emma and Olive break their grandfather's love before the peculiarity has time to act.

Since I thought about this peculiarity, I had already decided that it only served two people, Emma and Olive. The rest of the girls will not affect them at all and in time, everyone, including me we would have forgotten about their existence. But to avoid complaints, I decided to do the above.

This ability was meant to be nothing more than making the feelings of love that Emma and Olive had for Abe gradually disappear, had no other effect or ever affect another girl, just those two. But there are always people who disagree, so I did that to see if they're okay with it. If you still do not agree, you have two options: read it or leave the fic simple, is that right?

And one last thing that I think I warned in the synopsis but will repeat it again just in case. This fic has a very early romance, just like in the original plot, so I don't accept complaints about it. However, later on, you will see how the protagonist and the girls are deepening even more in their relationship, that's all I can say without giving spoilers.

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"You have him in front of you, my name is Kev, it's a pleasure!" – Kev said with a smile.

"Yes... a pleasure as well" – my father said.

"What can I do for you?" – Kev asked curiously.

"We had two rooms reserved" – my father said.

"Oh yes, you must be the ones who called the other day!" – said Kev.

He didn't seem very happy to see us here. Apparently he's not a big fan of foreigners.

"Exactly" – my father nodded.

"Then follow me, I'll give you a tour of this hovel" – Kev said jokingly.

We nodded and followed him.

Basically we only had to follow some stairs. There, there were two rooms, one next to the other, my father took the bigger one because... Well, according to him, he was my father and that's it, while he left me the smallest. Although for me, having a bed is enough.

And that's more or less what I had, a bed rather old that I have no idea how it stood on its own and a bedside table on the right quite old. I think back in the sixteenth century this type of furniture was the trend.

"That's all, but before I forget, take this" – said Kev.

Then he went to a small cabinet (the only one in the room) and took out some lamps.

"You'll need this, the generators all over the island go out at 10 o'clock as it's damn expensive to bring in fuel from outside, so this will come in handy so you can have some light at night, I just hope it's not too medieval for you" – Kev laughed.

But none of us were amused, rather yes, this place was medieval, it seemed that here, technology had been stagnant for 50 years. In fact, if it were not for the generators that currently buzzed with an incredibly annoying noise, I would believe that we have traveled back in time.

After he told us that, we went downstairs with him.

"You should also eat here, we make the best meals on the whole island, well... the only ones because this is the only place you can eat, Hahaha" – Kev laughted.

Again, it was not funny, but in his head it was so funny that he himself laughed at his own jokes.

"You're more sad than funny, Kev!" – said one of the men who was eating some toast a little toasted.

"You are the sad!" – Kev said somewhat offended.

Then, he looked at us.

"Anyway, that's all for now, if you have a question, don't hesitate to ask" – said Kev.

He was going to turn around, but before I could do so, I asked a question.

"Excuse me, do you know where the orphanage is located?" – I asked.

Now that I thought about it, I had no idea where the orphanage was located.

"The orphanage? What orphanage? There's nothing like that here" – Kev denied.

I didn't panic because I knew I hadn't been wrong, this is the island 100%

But my father got a little nervous.

"Excuse me, it's just that my father grew up here before and said there used to be an orphanage in the area" - my father said nervously.

If there was nothing here that meant they had come to this sad, shabby and medieval place for nothing!

"Hmm" – Kev said thoughtfully.

"Stupid Kev, they mean that home for weird kids!" – said one of the men there.

Specifically the same as before, the one with burnt toast.

"Ah, the home for weird kids, now I remembered!" – he nodded.

"Ehem, call it what you want, but... do you know where it is?" – I asked curiously.

"Of course I know, I know this island like the back of my hand" – Kevin nodded.

"Which hand, the one you never wash after going to the bathroom?" – asked one of the men over there.

Then, everyone laughed out loud for a few seconds.

"I think someone is going to pay double today" – Kev said somewhat angrily.

"Don't even dream of it!" – said the man.

"Ehem, I don't want to be rude, but... can you tell me if you know where it is?" – I insisted.

"I have already told you that I know, it is literally on the other side of the island, separated from everything and completely in ruins, but why do you want to know?" – he asked.

"It's for a class project, they have been sent to investigate their family tree and for a coincidence that they have sent us here" – my father said quickly.

Seriously, I have this conversation under control, what is he getting into?

"I see, you're still weird" - said Kev.

Then, he turned and left.

"Well, I think I'll go to the beach to see if I see something interesting" – my father said.

"Well, then I'll go to that house, don't worry, I'll manage to find it" – I said.

"Jacob, one of the conditions your mother imposed on me is that I would not leave you alone, do you know what she would do to me if she knows that I did not pay attention to her?" – my father said nervously.

"Do you really want to come with me to the other side of the island to see a dilapidated house when you could be quiet on the beach watching birds for your book?" – I asked curiously.

Frank thought about it for a second: go birdwatching or visit an old dilapidated house? The answer was pretty clear.

"Said like this you are right, but I do not feel comfortable letting you go alone" – he said.

"Then I'll just find someone to take me there" – I said with a shrug.

"In that case it's fine, but call me when you arrive" – my father said.

"There's not much coverage here..." – I said.

In fact, there is only coverage here and there is not that much.

"Oh, right, then you'll have to introduce them to me" – my father said.

"Yes, in a near future" – I nodded.

And then I left before he changed his mind. My father is usually very fickle with his decisions, so it was better to leave now that he was convinced than to wait for him to think better of it and refuse to do it.

"Well, now that I'm on the island, it's time to find the orphanage" – I said as I walked.

But I soon realized that I had no idea where I was. Kev, that waiter, receptionist, innkeeper or whatever you want to call him, he only told me that it was on the other side of the island, but... he didn't tell me how to get there!

"Fuck, I'm usually not that clueless!" – I said somewhat indignantly.

Anyway now I couldn't go back, so I kept walking until I reached what seemed to be a butcher's shop, well... It was literally a butcher's shop because I could see the meat through the glass.

"Hmm, I'll come in and ask, someone has to be able to give me directions" – I said.

After all, only two people can't know the location of a place that's been here for years, right?

Determined to find the location, I went in and greeted the butcher who had a white apron stained with animal blood (or so I hope) and a huge knife in his right hand, while he also had gloves and seemed to be splitting a huge piece of meat.

"Excuse me" – I said politely.

The man seemed to notice my presence and spoke to me.

"Wow, a tourist, what can i do for you, boy?" – the man asked reluctantly.

"I'm looking for the orphanage, Kev, the one from the tavern said it was on the other side of the island, but he forgot to give me directions" – I said.

"What? Why do you want to go to that place? It's in ruins!" – said the man.

"I'm aware, but that's the place where my grandfather lived for a while and I have to visit him no matter what" - I said.

The man looked at me for a few seconds and nodded.

"Okay, boy, come over here right now!" – the man shouted.

At first no one said anything, but suddenly, from the back door came what seemed to be a teenager with yellow hair and headphones, he seemed to be listening to music and apparently he did not like being called by the butcher.

"What do you want?" – asked the boy.

"That boy over there wants to go to the orphanage on the other side of the island, take him!" – said the man.

Wow, I didn't know that people were so kind and altruistic around here.

The boy protested.

"Huh, and why do I have to go?" – asked the boy somewhat angrily.

"Because i want and that's all!" – said the butcher.

The boy clicked his tongue, but nodded.

"Okay, I'll take him" – said the annoyed boy.

"Perfect, by the way, if you are going there I recommend you to wear other shoes, the one you are wearing are not appropriate" – said suddenly the butcher.

"Why do you think it is not appropriate?" – I asked without understanding.

If I had my fucking memories I wouldn't have to ask stupid questions like this! Why do I remember the powers of the peculiars, but not why is the footwear I have not suitable for going there?

I was somewhat indignant about it.

[Because it's fun, according to the God who brought you here]

Shit!

"Well, because to get there you have to go through a mud, boy, so if you don't want to stain those expensive sneakers of yours, I recommend you wear wellies" – said the man.

"Wellies Boots? I didn't bring them with me" – I said.

In fact, I didn't even bring more pairs of shoes, these are practically new and it's not like I'm going to swim on the beach, so why bring more pairs?

"Don't worry, boy, I happen to sell wellies too, see?" – said the butcher.

Then, he took off his gloves and from under the fridge where large pieces of meat were waiting to be sold, he took out some rather worn black wellies.

"For $12 they're yours, boy" – said the butcher.

All I wanted to do now is slap his thick face hard, $12 for that?! This men is a hustler!

"You won't find others in the whole town, I'll just warn you" – smiled the butcher.

He seemed to know what he was thinking, but he knew perfectly well that no one else would sell me wellies, so I had no choice but to use my money to buy that garbage.

"Thank you very much for your purchase and if you want quality meat... then I don't know what you're doing here, Hahaha!" – laughed the butcher.

After that and almost slapping him in the face, the teenager and I left the premises.