Dylan O'Brien and Characters Imagines

Stiles - You Bring the Void out of Him

"Stiles?" You call out. Stiles texted you and told you he needed your help, and asked you to come over. Everyone noticed he'd been acting weird lately, and you hoped he was going to tell you what was bothering him. 

"Stiles!" You call out again when he didn't respond. Maybe he didn't hear you come in or call his name. You walked towards his bedroom door and found it shut. You knocked gently and opened it slightly. "You in there?" You peeked your head around the corner and saw him sat on his bed, head in hands. You walked in and closed the door behind you, slowly walking up to him. 

"Are you okay?" You asked, coming towards him. His head remained in his hands, and you were getting worried. "Stiles?" You asked, kneeling down and placing your hands on his knees. He slowly brought his hands away from his face and looked at you. His eyes were dark. He had bags under his eyes and his face was pale. You backed away cautiously, looking at him with intense curiosity.

"So you got my text." He said lowly, making you quickly get up on your feet and walk even further back. He didn't sound or look like Stiles. "I see why Stiles likes you so much. With a face like that, how could he not." He looked up at you and smirked, eyes turning even darker. 

"Wh-why are you talking in third person?" I stuttered, my heart rate beginning to pick up. He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. 

"It seems no one these days can have the looks and brains, can they?" He walked further towards me, backing me into the wall. I looked away from him, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to wake myself up from this nightmare. Where was my caring, loving boyfriend? This wasn't him, this wasn't Stiles. 

"Get away from me," I cried out, making him push even further into me. With quick thinking, I kneed him in the guts, making him double over in pain. I took this chance to run to his door and swing it open, desperately trying to get away from him. I heard him storming towards me from behind, and quickly ran to the bathroom I knew was the closest room next to me. Once I was in, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Taking my phone out, I searched my contacts for Scott. 

"Open the door," Stiles sung, trying to entice me out. As I called Scott's number, tears began to fall down my face. I wanted my boyfriend back. The bangs on the door got stronger and more vicious, and now he was shouting my name, demanding entrance. 

"Hey, what's up?" Scott answered the phone, sounding as calm as ever. 

"Scott! Scott, I'm at Stiles's house. He's not the same, he's insane, just -" I panted, tears spilling down my face at a rapid pace. 

"Slow down! Calm down, what's wrong? What's happening?" I took a deep breath and calmed myself down, hearing Stiles's faint shouts on the other side of the room. 

"I'm at Stiles's house. He's not normal, I'm scared," I shut my eyes tight. 

"Okay, okay, I'm on my way, stay safe! Okay?" With that he ended the call, and I placed the phone back in my pocket. Stiles's shouts and bangs had stopped, and even though that should have made me feel better, it made me feel worse. If he wasn't outside the door, where was he? And what was he doing?

You moved back towards the sink counter, wanting to make as much space between you and the bathroom door as possible. After moments of you standing there breathing heavily, starring at the door, it came crushing down from the hinges. Stiles stood on the other side, an achieved smirk on his face. My eyes widened and I gulped, frantically looking through the counters for anything that I could defend myself with. Finding a pair of scissors, I looked back and he was walking towards me. I gripped the scissors firmly in my hands and prepared myself that I would have to hurt my boyfriend, the boy I love.