𝘈𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴 ➳𝘚.𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘪
Griffin Dunbar was under the impression that he would peak in high school, and he was alright with that. But when his usual carefree attitude is challenged by monsters and boss fights, he starts to worry.
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"Okay, meet me at the vet off of Seymour. Yes the vet. Do I sound like I'm kidding? Just get your ass over here, see you soon." Scott groaned after hanging up the phone, turning back to the others. "Griffin's coming."
"Griffin? Why the hell is Griffin coming?" Stiles was already stressed enough after his most recent night terror. 'When is a door not a door?'
"He needs help. Our kind of help."
"You didn't tell me that there were anymore supernatural creatures at your school," Deaton stood with his arms crossed.
"Wait, wait, wait. Supernatural? There's no way that Griffin's supernatural, he wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut about it."
"Even if he is, I don't think he's a werewolf." Scott looked down at the claws he couldn't seem to put away, "if he was he wouldn't have been hurt like he was this morning, remember?"
Stiles paused, although he wasn't exactly the blonde's biggest fan, even he was unsettled by his sudden personality change earlier.
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Griffin ran up to the door, groaning when he saw the closed sign hung. Desperate to get out of the sudden rain, he pounded onto the glass. "Scott," he called. "You there? God this is what I get for showing up at the vet in the middle of the night." He shook at the door handle, watching as it suddenly gave way to the dark building. He coughed, slightly embarrassed, and entered.
Griffin froze when he turned towards the closest room, Scott, Stiles, and a man he didn't recognize all staring back at him. "Was afraid you wouldn't show," Scott said slowly, sharing a look with Stiles.
"Yeah, well I'm here now." Griffin felt a wave of anxiety overcome him, hastily wiping his hands on his jeans.
"Get on with it," Stiles cleared his throat, continuing more softly. "Why are you here, Sergio?"
Griffin rolled his eyes, looking between the three of them before walking towards a steel table in the middle of the space. He turned away from them and slid his red hoodie over his head, revealing his tan back. Slowly he turned around, showcasing the stripe of scarred flesh.
"I got it this morning, how the hell could it have healed that quickly?" Scott inhaled sharply, watching as Stiles walked quickly up to the toned blonde. "Uh-" Griffin's breath caught in his throat as Stiles trailed a hand over the blemish. Griffin's eyes locked onto the fingers lightly grazing his skin, hairs on his arms standing and a shiver running down his spine.
Hesitantly Griffin raised his hand to put some distance between the two, only to have Stiles slap it away.
"Do you mind if I take a closer look," the man stepped forward, Stiles taking multiple steps back when he did, looking away slightly embarrassed. Deaton waited until Griffin gave him a hesitant, but firm nod before continuing. "Hop up on the table, I think you have some catching up to do." Griffin looked up to his classmates, and swallowed deeply.
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"Oh my god," Griffin responded. "Oh my god, that's so fucking funny." Scott cocked his head to the side, glancing at Stiles only to be met with an equally as confused glance.
"W-we tell you about werewolves, super-healing, supernatural cartoon villains, and about a hundred other things that can kill you and you say that it's funny?" Stiles wildly threw his hands around to exaggerate his question, drawing a bark of laughter from Griffin.
"No, I mean it's funny that Scott's basically a dog and his mentor is a fucking vet." Griffin kicked his legs back and forth while on the table, bored. Deaton had left a few minutes ago to collect something to run one last test.
"Mentor?" Scott asked, ignoring the dog comment.
"Yeah," Griffin furrowed his brow, "y'know like Telemachus and Athena. Katniss and Haymitch, freaking Luke and Yoda." The two only shared another look, but it more surprise than confusion. "What, I read. I'm almost offended at how surprised you look."
"Okay, whatever. We're backtracking." Stiles started pacing the room, "you said that you had no recollection of getting to the beach, right?" Griffin nodded simply, yawning into his shoulder. "That sounds an awful lot like that one time right after you were bit," he directed at Scott. "Remember? You said you woke up in the forest and ran into some guy's backyard."
"That's a bit less extreme than traveling hours away without anyone noticing," Deaton entered the room again, a book sitting heavy in his hands. "You don't happen to have any experience in disturbing burial sites, do you Griffin?"
