"we'll figure this out 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳."
x fem!reader
season 1 - 6
highest: #3 in teenwolf
: #1 in stilinski
: #1 in banshee
: #5 in stilesstilinski
: #1 in allisonargent
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"Okay, well, I guess everyone dies."
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| third person pov |
Stiles walks into the other part of the train station, a bright light appearing in front of him as he hears Y/ns voice from within.
"Stiles, keep going!" Y/ns voice echoes. "I can see you, Stiles. Don't stop!"
| your pov |
The bright light disappears and leaves us with no sign of Stiles' appearance.
"Where is he?" I sob. "It was working. You guys saw him, right?"
"We didn't see anyone." Malia replies.
"Stiles was here." I tell them. "I know it."
The three guide me into the other room, going to shut the door when Liam stops thence.
"There's something you need to see." Liam tells Scott. "Everyone else is gone. All of them, all gone. Look, you have to come with me."
"What is it?" Scott asks.
"I-I can't explain it. I have to show you." Liam stutters.
Scott turns to us. "You guys stay here, just in case Stiles comes back. You need to keep trying."
Scott closes the door, leaving the three of us in the room. After a couple of minutes, Malia opens the door.
"What are you doing?" Lydia asks.
"We're going to go find Stiles." Malia replies. "Stiles isn't coming here. If he was, he would've but he hasn't so he's not. Y/n, you still think it worked, right?"
I nod. "I know I saw him."
"Then what are we doing standing here?" Malia asks.
I sigh then run out the door, Malia and Lydia following behind me. We make our way out of the tunnels and into the parking lot to see tires marks.
"This looks fresh." Lydia states. "It's from Stiles' jeep, it must've just left."
"Without his keys?" Malia asks.
"Half the time he got it started with a screwdriver." I tell them.
"Then he's here." Lydia replies. "We have to tell Scott."
Malia looks ahead. "We should probably tell Scott about that too."
I follow her gaze to see train tracks leading into the school. We follow the tracks into the school, opening it to reveal a library filled with people sitting down.
