Displaced is canon-compliant through season 6a. The chapter titles will all be "Void" or "Dark" to indicate which Stiles' POV we are in. I wrote a lot of this listening to Fall Out Boy's album Folie a Deux on repeat. I don't think the songs correlate directly to what I wrote, but I feel they must have influenced it.

Warnings for non-explicit sex, age difference, graphic violence, suicide mention, disordered eating, animal sacrifice, human sacrifice, and death.

This is a Steter endgame fic, though other characters and friendships feature prominently.

1 Void

A girl was missing.

Stiles shone his flashlight through the shadowed woods, trying to look every direction at once. Why did no one look for missing girls in the woods during the day?

Half the town had come out to look for her. Only the pack knew she was a werewolf, the third member of Satomi's pack to go missing from Beacon Hills since April. The last time someone hunted Satomi's packmates, their names had been on a deadpool that included Stiles' friends. Something would come of it this time too.

Lydia asked, "Can you hold the light still?"

"We don't have enough lights." Stiles squinted into the darkness. "Do you hear any dead werewolf vibes?"

"I don't hear anything you don't."

"Sometimes you don't know what you're hearing, right? How do you know what I'm hearing? Can you listen again?"

"Screaming is supposed to help me listen. Would you like me to rupture your eardrum again?"

"Never mind." Stiles hadn't been able to hear right for ages after saving Lydia from Eichen House.

From just behind them, Scott ordered, "Stop bickering, or Ican't hear anything either." He raised his hands to block the light Stiles shone on his face when he turned around.

"We're not bickering," Stiles insisted.

The other search parties were distant. Stiles had pushed ahead deep into the woods, hoping to intercept whatever took the betas before it started on innocent humans. If the betas were dead, Lydia's power could find them. If they found a monster, Scott and Lydia could fight it. Stiles suspected he would be the one to find the betas if they were alive because superpowers did not beat paying attention. He swung his light through the darkness.

Scott checked his phone and shook his head. "Parrish says there's no one at the nemeton, but there's something else he thinks we should see."

"Did he say what it was?" Stiles asked.

Scott shook his head, squinting in the glare of Stiles' flashlight. "Let's go."

"Can't he just send a picture? The nemeton hasn't let me find it since the darach had our parents there. I don't think it likes me." Stiles wondered if a tree could be angry he'd been possessed by an evil spirit.

"It's a tree, Stiles," Lydia said.

"A magic tree," Stiles corrected.

"We'll find it tonight," Scott assured them. "I can feel it."

Stiles didn't have an answer to that. He felt it too. Their sacrifice had left a darkness around his heart, and he felt it squeezing tight.

Scott led them directly to the nemeton. Parrish waited at the edge of the clearing like he couldn't bear to stand too close to the stump itself.

"I'm not sure why, but something about it makes my skin crawl," Parrish said with a glance over his shoulder. The shoulder had a shirt over it, so Stiles guessed he hadn't needed to burn anything to get here.

Stiles pushed past Scott to approach the nemeton. The darkness whirled around his heart. There was something on the stump, a dark image, maybe charcoal or ash in a spiral pattern. His flashlight went out.

"Really?"

Stiles sighed and dropped it. His phone had a light, though he'd been hoping to save his battery. It had a shorter range, so he stepped closer to the stump. The spiral churned, highlights and shadows moving indistinctly. When Stiles stood directly over the stump, he finally saw it was made of dozens, maybe hundreds of small spiders.

With a yelp, he leapt back from the stump.

"Maybe that's because it's crawling," he said to Parrish.

Parrish asked, "What does it mean?"

"The spiral is a symbol of revenge," Scott explained.

Lydia asked, "Revenge against what?"

Stiles tried to study the spiders without getting too close. Something had to be controlling the spiders, but who? And why? Peter had once carved a spiral into a deer to lure out first Laura, then Derek. Stiles stumbled back.

"It's a trap," he shouted.

A massive shadow leapt from the remains of the root cellar. Fanged teeth tore into Stiles' arm. Screaming, he tugged back. He stumbled away from the monster and tripped on the nemeton's roots. His hand landed in the spiral. Spiders swarmed his arm.

Lighting struck Stiles' back. He screamed again, or thought he did. The crash of thunder covered the sound.

Stiles fell. He could still move. He pushed himself up but saw no sign of the spiders or what had attacked him. The nemeton was gone. Stiles knelt on packed earth, rough with rocks but slick with blood.

Scott rushed to help him stand. He had a tattoo of a spiral on his arm instead of the nemeton's rings. His eyes glowed golden. Scott froze, staring at Stiles like he was the one all wrong.

"You were supposed to finally die!" Lydia screamed. She climbed to her feet between Stiles and the edge of a cliff. The moonlight shone over Lichtenberg marks along her left arm, her neck, and the left side of her face. They were old scars, healed over.

Lydia lunged for Stiles, but Malia pushed her back. Malia had a spiral tattooed on her calf and an anchor on the back of her neck. An arrow planted itself in Malia's arm, giving Lydia a chance to circle them and retreat. Outlined against the trees, bow in hand and dark hair blowing in the breeze like a goddamn superhero, stood Allison Argent. She notched another arrow. This one took Malia in the thigh. Allison turned away. Lydia followed. Jackson Whittemore stepped into view and walked after them, all three as calm as if there were no wolves in the forest.

"I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore," Stiles said. He stumbled forward to help Scott pull Malia to her feet. "I need to figure out if the universe has changed or if I've found my way into a different one."

Scott and Malia shared a look.

Scott said, "We'll take you to Peter."

"Peter Hale?"

Scott nodded.

Shit. Stiles didn't say it aloud. If Scott was a beta and thought visiting Peter was their best option, Peter was probably their alpha. Stiles thought it best not to let them know he hated their alpha.