Welcome to Chapter 9 - as I in away teased you all with that other chapter showing an update I couldn't leave you all without an actually update - so here it is, no videos again however there is the return of the gifs - videos will be back in the next chapter, enjoy!!!
No, the voice had to be wrong. It is just the same as last time where they are trying to torture Stiles for their own sick twisted plan. Something else is going on here, last time Stiles changed to rules of the Game when he asked Dad to help him to help take them down with Operation Mitch so maybe it is our turn to change the rules of the Game.
"Your wrong." I state as slowly get back to my feet and I hear the others around me stop crying and start sniffling only as I feel all the eyes in the room land on me.
I'm sorry Scott, I don't think I quite caught what you said then.
"Your wrong!" I state slightly louder my voice breaking slightly, as I try and project my voice around the room and to not show how scared I really am.
I'm sorry Scott, I am confused on how we are wrong. You have destroyed Stiles, Thomas and Mitch and there is no coming back from that for any of you.
"You are right, between those present in a room we have as you said destroyed Stiles, Thomas and Mitch. But there is one very important person that you are missing right now." I advise and I can now sense the wave of confusion running around the room, but I must trust my brother right now.
Who might that be?
"Let me tell you all a story first. Have a seat, everyone!" I state heading to me seat, I am trying to give Stiles as much time as I possibly could, to complete whatever crazy plan he has in mind.
"I want to take you all back to when I was four years old, I was sat playing alone in the sand box when someone came along and stepped right on top of my sandcastle. I looked up and came face to face with this young boy with crazy hair and the world's goofiest smile on his face." I start explaining smiling slightly at the memory as it reforms inside my mind as I talk.
"He sat down next to me and started to help me rebuild it again, I introduced myself and he introduced himself as Mischief. I thought that it was strange name but seemed to fit him perfectly and from then on we became the closet of friends."
"Later that day, I found out when his Dad picked him up that his name was actually Stiles but I never told him I knew until he was ready to tell me. Around about the age of six was when Stiles felt comfortable enough for me to meet his friend, it was an invisible one but I was still honoured that he wanted me to know. His name was Thomas!" I keep explaining but stop when I hear Minho and Gally gasp at the sound of Thomas's name.
"Wait! So before Stiles was Thomas, he had an imaginary friend called Thomas?" Minho asks as though trying to confirm what he heard was correct.
"Yes, that is correct. But Stiles always acted more scared when Thomas was around, he would always say that Thomas was taken from his family and people were making him play these games. Thomas stayed around until he was nearly eight. When I asked him where Thomas had gone, all he would say is WCKD is good and then carry on playing as normal." I advise and I never realised until that moment when I said it allowed that Stiles was predicting his own future but with imaginary friends.
WCKD files do state that the test subject known as Thomas was subject to many tests as a young boy to prepare him for the future plans WCKD had in store for him.
"Wait, are you telling me that WCKD experimented on my son before he disappeared and when he was just a child. Oh my god, the days Claudia would say she dropped him off with a friend or at a playdate. It was them, wasn't it? Scott, answer me!" Sheriff states looking at me, I can feel the emotions boiling inside of him waiting to explode.
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