PAIRING: Stiles / ?, Peter / ?, Scott / ?, Derek / ?, Erica / Boyd past Scott / Alison
SUMMARY: Stiles and the gang are forced to play a deadly game of truth or dare. 48 hour's 3 rounds who will survive?
WARNING: Death, Blood, Gross disturbing things. Possible sex, incest maybe. It's do or die. Ghost maybe. Truth or Dare.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own teen wolf. I only own the plot, and that was borrowed from the movie Truth or Dare.
Chapter 1
Isaac and Lydia are off doing something that the hot redheaded goddess needed him for. What, Stiles didn't know. Lydia gave him the death glare of doom for even asking. The tempting she-devil.
Since Isaac is going who knows where then Derek should know as his guardian and since Derek knows then Peter will also know. That guy knows everything. Since Peter knows Stiles should know, it's only fair he should know everything Peter knows.
Peter doesn't know.
Derek doesn't know.
UGH, what the hell why keep it a secret!
"Stiles, man let it go. Isaac is quite and Lydia's mom want's him as a sorta bodyguard for the night since all the weirdness happened."
"Wait, does she honestly think Lydia is a virgin?" Lydia is as slutty as they come without losing your reputation.
Some nutjob was killing virgins, Stiles was worried, but didn't think he would be targeted. As the Sheriff's son not many would want to risk going after him. No, That's not why he was worried. It's three days till Halloween and all those kids will be in danger. That's why he was worried.
Stiles tried to explain it to Scott, but his friend never likes to think about the true monsters in the world. (the child murdering rapist) That's why Stiles was his left hand in the world. He dealt with the human side of things and made sure that Scott didn't have a breakdown. You would think being shot at by hunters would change his way of thinking, but no. Scott is the very definition of Stubborn.
The Sheriff understood and was thinking about doing a curfew. Perhaps having the kids do something at the church?
Stiles was all for that it, sounded fun and already volunteered himself and Scott to help.
After a hard day at the church putting up decorations and basically having to do everything because the others couldn't follow directions. Except for Scott, he is an innocent lamb. Stiles found himself in Derek's loft. How did that happen? Looks at Scott. Oh right. Those damn puppy eyes could take over the world.
"Stiles should go as little red." Said, Peter.
Scott and he were talking about what they should dress up as for Halloween. When Peter butted in with his creepiness.
"Did you want to be my Big Bad?" Smirked Stiles.
Peter just glowed his eye's in response smirking.
It should disturb him how much he likes that.
"Peter!" Derek yelled.
Rolling his eye's he asked if they wanted to help out at the church. Scott did his puppy eye's to help.
Both declined stating it would look bad since they didn't have any kids. Which is just weird to think about for one Derek is way to young to be a dad. The guy has zero people skills. Peter, on the other hand, Stiles thought would make an awesome dad. The Stilinskis could get behind burning the world for those you love.
Halloween is tomorrow and Stiles still had so much to do. He downloaded a playlist off youtube it was cute and was good for the toddlers who would be dropped off as the parents had something going on for themselves.
Deaton and Jordan were the designated adults to help at the church event.
"That's awesome Stiles." Stiles had just finished programming the DJ booth when Scott came by.
"Did you finish segregating the age groups?" He asked.
"Dude you shouldn't call it that it's not right."
"Scott would you rather I use isolate, quarantine,..."
"How about Separate."
"Fine did you SEPARATE the age groups?" PC police anyone.
"Yeah, it's all done. Jordon gave me the money to buy the candy with and the parents are going to bring real food and baked goods and stuff."
"Cool, I'm done here so let's go to the store."
Scott chose a ninja as his costume a black and gold outfit the top was a black and gold hoodie with black pants a gold belt and gold arm and leg wraps. A black bandana tied the whole thing together. Scott even brought a toy sword from when they were kids. Stiles, on the other hand, was going to go as a samurai until his dad talked him into wearing a traditional Polish outfit. Since he was now sixteen he was old enough to honor his heritage. More like his dad wanted to take pictures for his grandparents back in Poland. He wasn't against it. He is Polish after all.
So here he was wearing black boots orange with green strips pants and matching belt. A black vest with red trim and white puffy shirt with flowers on it oh yeah and a black hat with flowers. The things he did for family.
The music is loud and the kids are screaming, running back and forth like only kids hopped up on too much sugar do. Each child has a colored armband on them representing their age. Everyone under thirteen was put in the back room since it had two separated rooms connected together. That room was the quite room where the kids could go for naps and quiet time. The other is where the party was.
Stiles put a lot of work into this and he thought it went great. No adults were allowed into the back room unless Jordan say's it's okay. Since each parent took a photo with their kid and had to have the matching colored bracelet they were given when the child was dropped off. That's not to say the teenage siblings of the kids weren't in the room as well. They usually stayed till said kid was put down for a nap then went to the front room and joined the party.
Scott came to the back room and said some people were thrown out for bringing alcohol into the church. "The open drinks are being replaced right now by your dad's deputies." Makes sense it's not like they knew what was spiked or not.
"What kind of idiot would bring that to a kids party supervised by cops." Incredulously Stiles shook his head. The idiocy of people.
The night was a success none of the kids were upset they couldn't go trick or treating. They got to wear their costumes had a lot of candy and just plain have fun. Isn't that all that kids want on Halloween to just have fun playing dress up and getting a lot of candy?
Scott and Stiles went back to his house taking all the leftover goodies for themselves. Each child got a Pumpkin filled with treats and little toy's to take home with them Scott and Stiles got to keep the rest. A few teenagers got a pumpkin too. They did put a notice up stating anyone who wanted a treat bag just had to come to the back room and ask for one.
Both boys were tired, it wasn't even 9:00 yet. The party started at 4 and ended at 8. Watching little kids was tough.
Sitting on the couch after putting the food away Stiles and Scott picked their chosen pumpkin a pink one for Stiles and a purple one for Scott and dumped them in front of themselves for sorting.
Each pumpkin had an equal amount of boy and girls toys. It's not like only girls like pink and boys like blue kids like whatever color they like. They had fun choosing the different colors for the pumpkins. Blue, purple, pink, green, and the traditional orange.
Groaning Stiles held his head how much chocolate did he eat. Damn, he hated sugar crashes. With his ADHD caffeine slows him down. It's why he drinks so much coffee. It helps to focus or sleep when his mind won't stop running.
"Scott!" he called out. An answering groan above him said where Scott was. Why was he on the floor?
"Scott switch with me." he whined hitting the couch. The non-human should be on the floor.
Scott's hand smacked him back. "Oww."
"Scott." Opening his eyes he turned to push him off and take the couch for himself.
"Scott." Shaking him awake Stiles needed him awake.
This wasn't his house.
Why wasn't this his house?
What the hell happened last night?
Stiles remembered he and Scott went to his house and ended up eating candy while watching the Twilight marathon. Could this just be a vivid dream?
Counting his fingers. No not a dream.
"SCOTT!" Stiles snapped. "Wake the fuck up."
"Stiles! I'm sleeping." Scott glares at him only to ask in concern. "What's wrong?"
"This isn't my house."
"What?" Looking around Scott yelled. "What! How? I would have noticed."
Scott was right he should have noticed. Being a werewolf no one should be able to break in and spirit them away.
"I call Haku."
Scott being best friends with Stiles since forever said. "Does that make me Chihiro?"
"Oh god, I hope not. Do you think someone took our parents?"
Shaking his head Scott disagreed. "No, our parents cant just be taken without someone noticing. Not with their jobs. This is something else. Stiles, I hear heartbeats."
Stile's was glad to hear it was unlikely that his dad was here but he still wanted to go home. Neither he nor Scott had their phones on them. Stiles was pissed who the hell thought they could kidnap him. He was going home.
"Is it our parents?"
"No, It smell's like Derek?" Stile's had to keep up when Scott ran off.
"Derek!" Scott yelled only to get a pillow thrown at his head.
"Do shut up. Some people are sleeping."
"Peter? What are you doing here?"
"Sleeping. Now go away."
"ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!" Roared Derek. Scott cowered, Peter rolled his eye's and sat up. Stiles just threw Peter's pillow at the grump.
Shocked Peter left the room.
Knowing Peter he would be beyond pissed that someone got the drop on him. Stiles was about to follow when the man came back.
"Derek wake up." Derek would have ignored his uncle but he was using his listen to me now and stay quiet voice. The voice he only used when he thought they were in danger.
"Uncle?"
"It seem's we have been relocated nephew. Stiles try to open the door's."
Surprised Stiles hadn't thought whoever did this used mountain ash. He didn't think they did, but that's not why Peter asked him to open the doors. No, it's because Peter couldn't open the door, which means Peter couldn't get out. He wouldn't have only tried the door mountain ash will keep them inside but it wouldn't stop the doors and windows from being broken.
Stiles followed Peter to the front door. The door was locked. Confused Stiles tried the windows. He threw a chair at it. It broke the chair, the wooden chair.
"Magic?" he asked.
"Yes, magic has a certain smell to it like ozone. But this is different more staticky."
Nodding Stile's understood. They were trapped.
"Stiles!, Peter?"
"Erica! your here and Boyd too. Who else is here?"
"Scott yelling "Alison" answered that question.
