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The world was nothing, the teen tried to look around but all he saw was... Nothing.
Taz tried to move, to walk, but he stayed in place.
He tried to open his mouth to speak, but he found he had no voice, nothing.
A bright light flashed, and the teen found himself standing in an unknown clearing, trees looming over him like hungry giants.
Before him, sat right in the middle of the clearing was a huge stump, it oozed powerful magic that screamed out for him. His heart beat ponded, fast and furious, as if it was a drum. Despite his desperate want to get away, from the thing, his feet moved closer to it, as if they had a mind of their own. As Taz got closer bright, stadium lights turned on blinding him.
At this, his already impossibly beating heart went faster, Taz knew something was wrong, he knew that something bad was gonna happen, after all, it always does.
He kept walking, his breathing quickening along with his heart, until a voice that wasn't his own quietly spoke, shaking with fear.
A small whisper of 'okay' was let out, then "I-t's just a dream" the voice tried to convince itself, despite it not being the teens voice, it had come from him.
He spoke again with more confidence, but it was still laced of undefinable fear "It's just a dream, get it outta your head, Stiles." Taking a deep, scared breath, "Your dreaming".
The voice kept on convincing himself "Alright? So wake up Stiles." Taz felt his hand raise up in a frightened attempt, gripping his hair tightly. "Wake up Stiles" the voice was getting more and more panicked, more terrified. In one last attempt he screamed, a scream utterly terrified.
"WAKE UP"
And he did.
He slowly opened his eyes, a brightly lit room, that was too nice to be his was before him, birds cheerfully chirped outside a window.
The teen knew in that moment that whoever he was stuck with, was still having his nightmare, he guessed his name was Stiles. The door to the room opened, showing a man around his forties or fifties, he wore a police costume, and held a blue mug in his hand.
His voice was way to caring, "Hey, time to get up kiddo, get ya butt to school" with a firm, final nod he left, leaving the damn door open. blowing a strong sigh, he got up.
