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Dysfunctional

The sun pierced through Stiles' curtains as the morning arrived. Waking up to an agonising hunger, the teenager rose from his covers- his face red with the emotion from last night.
So hungry...
You know what to do, Void Stiles.
Don't call me. That.
Why? Oh, will it hurt your feelings. Pft, pathetic.
Stiles growled, he walked downstairs, his dad at the table- his head in the newspaper. The brown-eyed teen crept out without a sound, then ran. Barefoot. Pyjamas. No jumper. A sick-looking, pale, traumatized 17 year old sprinting down the road.
Where are you going?
Stiles didn't answer, he just kept on running. Finding himself in the forest (again), the teenager looked around. There must be something he could feed on. Something which has experienced alot of pain.

(( Word of Warning: This is gonna be a tad bit cringy :/ ))

Rolling his eyes in defeat after 10 minutes of scanning the region around him, Stiles then started to feel his long canines forming. Breathing quickly, he started to pace, started to plan. His tailbone began aching along with his head. He looked down at his back, a short stump was poking out of it. Screaming in alarm, the brown-eyed teen flailed his arms. " What the hell is happening to me?! "
Ahh, I see you're beginning your first transformation. Good luck!
A transformation... But into what? A demon?

A fox, you bafoon!

Stiles' eyesight started to blur, he staggered backwards towards a tree and rested against it. A shard of glass or a mirror of some sort lay under a thin layer of leaves, barely visible. He picked it up and positioned it to his eyes. Instead of his chesnut brown eyes...there glowed a rich orange. What seemed to be crack lines appared on his cheek, starting just below his eye lid. Before long, he recognized it was all but a marking. Swivelling round to look back at the stump on his tailbone, Stiles saw it had grown fully into a black fox tail. " I don't like this! Change me back! "

A few minutes later, the clearing had emptied. In trotted a large black fox, black smoke trailing from its tailtip and paws. Its amber eyes shone in the gloomy foliage. Pale sickly white crack lines ran down its cheek from its bottom eyelid. Letting out a loud bark, the peculiar smoky creature ran off. Towards Beacon Hills.

GUESS WHAT?! So as I am British, us Primary Schoolians ( yes i made that up xD ) have....SATs. 4 full yucky days of tests. Yup, torture. I apparently got 3 stars on my writing on a report and a GDS on writing. :3 I'm so happy! YAY! Anyway, tysm for 19 reads! :D I appreciate all of your help!