It had been a week. One week since the Nogitsune. One week for everything to go to shit again; could they ever catch a break? Stiles had been locked in his room for most of the week, not avoiding, just catching up on some well-deserved rest that was well over-due. And it was nearing the end of that week when he noticed it and the shit hit the fan, so to speak.
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I was Saturday afternoon when I woke up feeling better than I had in a very long while, even before the Nogitsune. I had been sleeping all week rebuilding my strength, but this was strange I felt almost powerful like when I had been possessed by that stupid fox spirit, but not at the same time. I knew the Nogitsune was gone and I knew he was never coming back but something inside me told me that this strange power boost was related to the horrifying creature, and I should be scared, but I wasn't. It was calming? Like I was as powerful as I was as Void but this time it was me who was in control and I wasn't evil. Let's hope not anyway my helpful brain supplied.
Suddenly I had the strange urge to go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. Weird! That's what I thought until I saw my eyes! Purple! My eyes were glowing purple!
I fell back from the shock, and with my clumsiness, I fell straight onto my butt but not without taking down the bathroom cabinet on the way down. The result...
"STILES! ARE YOU OKAY?" My dad's voice rang up the stairs but I was frozen on the ground too shocked to answer. "STILES I'M COMING UP! ARE YOU OKAY?" My dad shouted up once again knocking me out of my catatonic state.
"NO DAD IT'S OKAY! JUST TRIPPED THAT'S ALL... NO PROBLEM HERE!" Yeah no problem here, no problem at all! I thought sarcastically just as my phone started ringing.
Help me polarize, help me polarize,
Help me out,
My friends and I
We've got a lot of prob-
"Stiles! We've got a problem!"
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Wanted|Stiles Stilinski|Dark Kitsune
FanfictionIt had been a week. One week since the Nogitsune. One week for everything to go to shit again; could they ever catch a break? Stiles had been locked in his room for most of the week, not avoiding, just catching up on some well-deserved rest that wa...