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0.07

"it's in my head, darling I hope that you'll be here when I need you the most so, don't let me don't let me don't let me down
d-don't let me down."

-don't let me down, the chainsmokers

I breathe rapidly in and out. "No, no. This can't-this can't be happening." I hold my head and shut my eyes. "This isn't real. I'm asleep. That's it. I'm having a horrible nightmare."

I hear my look alike scoff. "You're not dreaming Stiles. I'm very much real."

"No. No no no no. You're just my imagination messing with me."

"Stiles! Stop, look at me!" My eyes widen and I look at him, my breathing calming.

"How the hell is this possible?! You are supposed to be inside my head, hidden forever. You are literally just a monster under the bed. MONSTERS ARENT SUPPOSED TO BE REAL!" I scream at him.

"Woah. Stiles, calm down dude. Here, touch my hand. I won't phase through and then will you calm down?" He reaches his hand out.

Slowly, I move my finger and quickly touch his hand. Real skin.

I scream once more.

"Stiles! Hey hey, man. I'm not here to torment you." He holds out his hands.

I scoff. "Like I haven't heard that one before!"

"Stiles! I promise you. The only reason why you hated us so much, was because you made us someone to hate. You were unable to supplement fear once your mom..." He trails off. Stuart shakes his head and continues. "So your mind created us. You made us do those things. You wanted us too. Yes I know how that sounds, but subconsciously." I shake my head and continue to pace back and forth.

"Please, Stiles. Give me a chance. I'm not really a bad guy." I bite my lip and look towards him.

As I have a debate in my head, I groan.

"Finnne! But if I hear so much as ONE evil cackle, your ass is outta here!" I threaten.

Stuart smiles and brings me in for a hug.

"We're gonna be brothers man!" Rolling my eyes I shove him off.

"Yeah yeah, now let's figure out a plan to introduce you to my dad."

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We had the perfect plan. Okay, maybe not perfect. But it wasn't terrible.

I was upstairs waiting for the signal.

Dad was currently watching tv downstairs. He came home a little bit ago, so I had to sneak Stuart out of my room.

I listen closely to the sounds downstairs.

I smile once someone knocked on the door.

My dad sighs and walks to the door.

I hide my smile and slowly descend towards the stairs.

"What the-"

"Hi, Mr. Stilinski? My names Stuart... I'm your son."