Stiles Stilinski has never felt like his own individual. His true self. In fact, he doesn't even go by his real name. He could never get it through that thick skull of his. Mischief. That's all he ever was able to pronounce of it. So maybe, just maybe, Stiles had cursed himself from the start. It's not like he asked to be the mirror image of a wanted fugitive with miracle blood. I mean for Gods sake, he can't even duct tape his jeep back together! //// Or, A Teen Wolf and Maze Runner crossover in which W.I.C.K.E.D travels to the Teen Wolf verse in search of a very inexperienced little shit headed teenager with a baseball bat and sarcasm as his only defense.