tmr x tw

noah

void stiles pov

i watch as peter examines me from afar, his eyes squinting. He doesn't look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a Werewolf. peter says. You don't think it would work? scott asks. This is more a war of the mind than the body. peter relpies wisely. there are better methods to winning this battle. peter continues. what kind of methods? deaton asks alarmed. were going to get into his head he say dramatically flashing his blue eyes and pulling out his claws.

wait what are we going to do about noah lydia asks scott. what do u mean? scott asks i mean how do we tell stiles that his dad is dying in the hospital u mean. i say as i manage to get the duck tape off. a vicious smirk on my face.

well he knows now, i say in a sing song voice. i enjoy the frightened looks on there faces. what do u mean lydia asks. i roll my eyes. i may be in control of his body but hes in the backseat watching everything. lydia's face turns pale as she realises the trauma stiles is going through. her green eyes fill with tears as i laugh maliciously.

i mockingly pout as i see all there hurt stares. peter drags lydia out the room as i follow then with my eyes, creepily. I'll do it! I said I would. But, only if you help, and only if Scott doesn't know about it. lydia hastily whispers. So, do we have a plan? deaton calls out from next to me bringing me back to reality as the hushed whispers cease. peter struts in cockily, his toxic, egotistical, masculinity clouds the room in fake sureness.

Scott is going to try and dig through pale and sickly Evil-Stiles' mind to unearth pale and sickly Real-Stiles. Then, guide him back from the depths of his own subconscious. But, he's not going to do it alone. what do u mean? scott question with almost adorable puppy like qualities.

someone needs to go in with u. peter replies, lydia's hand shooting up.

ill do it.

the words echo....