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Ummm...Excuse Me?

Stiles went out for a walk to clear his head. He had gotten into a fight with Isaac. It was a large and heated argument. They were screaming and yelling. Stiles hated to fight with Isaac but Isaac went too far this time.

You never bring family into an argument. Never. Especially to a kid...who was adopted. He never knew his true parents.

Isaac knew what he said was wrong the moment he said it. He felt terribly guilty about it. But Stiles had ran off before Isaac could get the chance to apologize.

Stiles walked down the sidewalk in silence. Stiles.

He slowed to a stop furrowing his brows.

"Ummm...subconscious? Is that you?" Stiles asked confused.

It's been a long time, my child.

"Okay...not my subconscious. That or my subconscious is really weird." Stiles voiced.

Stiles turned around to see a woman with long black hair.

"And who might you be?" Stiles asked. "Family." She answered. "What family?" Stiles asked. "The name is Dahlia. But you can refer to me as your great aunt Dahlia." She stated. "Yeah, okay. I'm gonna go now." Stiles told her walking away.

"Weirdo." He mumbled. "You mean you don't remember your family?" She called out. "Bye. You're a stranger. Bye." Stiles retorted waving over his shoulder.

"Do NOT talk that way to me, boy!" She snapped before Stiles was thrown to a wall and pinned there.

His hazel eyes wide open. "Your father and his siblings will pay for their actions. This is their consequence. The boy who lives with a pack of supernaturals." Dahlia growled.

"Let go of me!" Stiles snarled. "No." She answered before waving her hand.

Stiles let out a scream before collapsing to the ground. Dahlia backed away and watched as Stiles cried out in pain.

Minutes later...Stiles was replaced by a small furry creature. A puppy of the Great Pyrenees breed.

"Well...aren't you absolutely helpless now?" Dahlia answered picking Stiles up and looking into his dark eyes.

He let out a whimper before she carried him away as it began to rain and thunder.

What just happened to me? Why am I so small? HEY, PUT ME DOWN YOU FREAKISHLY TALL LADY! What did YOU do to me?! HEY! HEY-

Why can't I speak?

Dahlia set Stiles down on the ground in front of a door and walked away. "You have fun now, my dear." Dahlia told Stiles before waving good bye and disappearing.

Stiles let loose a nonthreatening growl. He let a whimper of fright as he bounced back. I growled!! Why? Why did I just growl? And WHIMPER?! Wha-

Stiles shivered in the cold rain as he stood outside. Feeling as tiny as ever. Feeling helpless than ever before.

Stiles waited for hours outside hiding underneath the rickety bench that swung from the ceiling. How small am I? Actually, what am I?

Stiles watched the door open to the house. "Stiles!!" A voice shouted. Stiles came four from under the bench to see Isaac standing out on the porch.

Isaac!!

Stiles wanted to run to his friend before could find himself able to walk a few steps before tumbling to the floor. Ouch.

He let out a whimper of pain.

It caused Isaac to look down at Stiles with furrowed brows and concerned blue eyes.

"Hey, little guy. What are you doing outside by yourself, huh?" Isaac asked kneeling down in front of Stiles. "Where's your collar at buddy?" Isaac added.

Isaac it's me! It's Stiles—did he just say collar?

Isaac lifted Stiles up into his arms and brought him inside. "Did you find him?" Scott asked. "I...uh...found something." Isaac answered showing Stiles to Scott.

"Where did he come from?" Scott asked. "Found him outside on the porch." Isaac stated. "He's cold...and wet." Scott pointed out. "Well, yeah. He was outside in the rain, dumbass. Of course, he'll be wet." Isaac quipped.

"He's cute." Malia voiced.

Thanks. Hey, no wait.

Guys, it's me! It's Stiles! Me! Your buddy! Your sarcastic spazzy friend!! The one with the weird name!

"He's just a puppy, Scott." Isaac stated.

Did he just—no...he didn't. No way.

"That probably has an owner that is out looking for him." Scott argued. "No collar, Scott." Isaac pointed out. "Could've fallen off." Scott countered. "Maybe he has no owner." Isaac stated.

"And what if he does?" Scott asked. "Don't care. Finders keepers, losers weepers. I win, you lose. Dog is mine now. Later, bitch." Isaac rattled before heading up the stairs.

Ummmm...excuse me?! DOG?!