Stiles was holding the mobile in front of his face, unsure whether to make the call to Scott. Sat in the jeep, it wouldn't even start, while covered in blood, Stiles had no idea what to do. He couldn't process the information he had. He slammed a bloody hand into the steering wheel, the jeep giving a faint toot of the horn and he growled.
He couldn't even be sure that this had just happened. The way that the Dread Doctors had flickered in and out of existence reminded him too much of the Oni. He sucked in a breath. Either he was going insane and hallucinating things, or he's just killed Donovan, in self-defense yes, but murder is still murder.
Neither option sounded fun. Anxiety, insomnia, irritability, god it was all happening again, and this time he had no one to blame for himself. What part of his sixteen year old psyche decided hanging out with werewolves was ever going to end well for himself.
No, it ended up with his life in danger more time that he could imagine, having to sacrifice himself to an ancient tree and oh yeah, getting possessed causing him to kill multiple people and making him more claustrophobic than Isaac on a good day. Stupid fucking Nogitsune.
It was starting to come to head, he could survive school without his meds, without the cocktail, he could, he could, he could.
He really couldn't, and with Theo being a thing, a thing which was pissing him off.
It had felt good to kill Donovan.
Stiles blamed the Nogitsune for that little souvenir.
Of course, Stiles had never really had a moral compass, but then the possession happened and the compass kinda got thrown out the window, became magnetized and useless. He'd admitted he enjoyed the power, the rush, the adrenaline, and it made him feel horrible.
Hands shaking, Stiles gripped the wheel, phone in one hand as he stared himself down in the rearview mirror. He could tell Scott about killing Donovan, the message they'd given him, but not about the other thing. That was his little secret.
His little power rush, his little bit of leftover juice. His eyes widened as he realised he was about to keep a huge secret from Scott, something which could directly be affecting Stiles' mental state. No, don't worry, your secret. Scott had Theo now anyway, and Stiles had his little puppy Liam.
Taking a deep breath Stiles unlocked his phone, listened for Scott to pick up. He shifted as if listening for the Dread Doctors to flicker back into existence with their stupid click, and whispered into the phone, "Scott." Stiles breathed heavily through his nose, looking at the blood on him as shock took over. "All of this, it's on us. Everything that's happened, and everything that's gonna happen," Stiles paused with his whispering, looking around the abandoned car park and almost started to panic. "It's our fault."
Latest teaser is what this is based on, obviously. Because I spend way to much time watching the teasers, and something is going on with Stiles, and am I the only one theorizing! I've watched all the teasers over and over and over and I'm sure there is something Stiles related going on, but nobody wants to theorize with me, so fanfics ensure~
I've always hated the lack of Nogitsune fallout/consequence, and I actually have 3 major stories based on that incident, but this was a oneshot I wanted to drop before Monday happens :)
If you read my FT fics, sorry, they're all on stand by, because I was very ill and hospitalised a couple weeks ago, and I'm still flustered and not up to editing them, when I know I should be. I'm a human not a machine :)
Hope you enjoyed this one-shot, and a fanfic called Riddles shall be online later today once it's been beta'd, it's a Nogitsune fallout one as well.