Random Stories about Teen Wolf

Stiles' worst nightmare

Hi everybody ! My name is Ketsia (it is pronounced Ket-see-aa) and I'm going to be 16 in a week. I'm French and I love English (I'm trying to become fluent). After so many years of reading and collecting stories on this wonderful website, I'm finally trying the writing part. I'd love to hear your thoughts (don't be too harsh though).
This is inspired by Teen Wolf, the best show in the world. So excited for season 6 !

 All the characters belong to Jeff Davis.

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Stiles closed his eyes and wished very hard that as soon as he would open his orbs, his best friend's corpse wouldn't be lying on the floor beside him. Hopefully, Lydia would stop screaming in the room next to his as well. 

The young man focused his brain on blocking all the sounds surrounding his panic-stricken and frail body when he heard the sound of a sword being slowly drawn out.

His eyes opened without his command.

At the other end of the barely lit room was standing a clown, his face adorned with a bloodcurling smile.

Said-clown started moving towards Stiles.

Startled, our hero quickly walked backwards, his brown ocular globes watching like a hawk the weird apparition at the other end of the room, as well as all its mere mouvements.

He then tripped on Scott's rotting corpse.

He lost the last drop of self-control he possessed and flew right out of the room, breaking down the door with superhuman strength, not even stopping to look back at the incredible (and impossible) thing he had just done.

While running, Stiles could still feel the inhuman entertainer's short breath as he was jogging to follow his prey. Weirdly, it sounded as though he was right behind him. But how could he ? How fast could anyone run covered in heavy makeup and an uncomfortable disguise?

Lydia was screaming distinct words, like she was trying to communicate with him.

"Wake up Stiles ! Wake up !"

He stopped running for his life and finally checked his surroundings : he had somehow landed at the end of a corridor, which was followed up by somy dusty but magnificent carpeted stairs. Stiles couldn't comprehend how he got here, but it didn't matter. The most pressing matter was to escape the clown that was trying to eat him !

"Wait for me Stilinski !", said Pennywise's creepier doppelganger. "We are gonna have so much fun together !"

"That sentence is such a cliche, but it works so well !" concluded the policeman's son.

Stilinski Jr turned around and, before he knew it, was petrified by the clown's horrifying gaze. Had he been compelled not to move ? He couldn't even blink !

But why would a clown, the thing he was the most afraid of be trying to murder him ? This had to be a dream ! Gathering his mental solidity and tenacity, the highschool managed to look down at his fingers : there were six of them ! This meant he was indeed dreaming.

"Thank God",  he thought, his whole anatomy quaking with relief.

Stiles was to being the more complex part of the whole nightmare process : Waking Up.

During this whole realization, the clown had caught up to Stiles and was now a few feet away from him. He wore a murderous look in his void-like eyes. Stiles started tremnling , as he realized there were no escape from this. 

The clown was savoring the moment, as though he knew the brave Human had given up. 

Stiles felt like a deer about to be eaten, and he didn't like it one bit. Why couldn't he have nice nightmares like everyone else ?

The sound of a sword rung out into the silence (that is if we put aside Stiles' heartbeats). The young man realized that, up close, it wasn't a sword, but a gorgeous  wakizashi. Actually, as the clown got closer, Stiles remarked that it was the exact one they talked about in school. His friend Mike was from Japanese descent and had brought it to class to make an expose on it. The weapon hadn't been used (and cleaned it seemed) in centuries and had smelled like putrification, causing the entire class to be cancelled. What a fun day ...

With the merriest grin the highschool student had ever seen, the clown plunged its weapon into Stiles' stomach.

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So that's it ! What do you guys think ? I'm really nervous about the feedback, but really eager as well.
Just letting you guys know, I have never written a "dark" short story like this one before. I was just watching TW interviews, thought back to season 3 and got inspired !

Kate May.