You had only been at Miss Peregrine’s Home for about a week, and in that time, you’d mostly kept to yourself. But tonight? Oh, tonight, you were letting loose.

Your tiny but powerful speaker blasted music through your room, shaking the old wooden floors with every beat. You sang along loudly, dramatically, not caring if anyone heard you.

"Now we can't stop this tragedy. And it's back to the start, yeah, yeah, And we're falling apart, yeah, yeah—"

Across the house, Enoch O’Connor sat hunched over his desk, carefully inserting a heart into one of his dolls. His concentration was impeccable, but the distant sound of whatever the hell that was kept prodding at his nerves.

He ignored it. Tried to, at least.

"Sexy girl, come and lay with me. I'm frustrated, and it's sexually—"

Enoch’s hands froze.

What.

His face contorted into pure horror.His tools clattered onto his desk as he turned toward his door,as if staring at it would somehow help him comprehend what he had just heard.

"Like O-M-G, you make me cum,cum, complete—"

His whole body tensed. His ears burned.

Was—was this what music sounded like in the 2000s?!

"I'm just being honest,we're creeping and crawling,I'm kissing the top of your head!We're rocking and rolling,we're touching and moaning,and making a mess of your bed!~"

With a strangled noise of sheer outrage, Enoch slammed his tools down and stormed out of his room. His boots thudded heavily against the wooden floor as he marched straight to yours, his face twisted in a mix of indignation and pure scandal.

Your door flew open. “WHAT THE- ARE YOU—”

You yelped, whipping around just in time to see Enoch standing in your doorway, looking absolutely appalled, like he had just walked in on a crime scene.

of course, the sudden intrusion startled you. Your peculiarity reacted instinctively.

A crackle of electricity surged through the air.

The house went completely dark.

“You short-circuited the house?!” Enoch’s voice rang out through the darkness, high with incredulity.