So the pale and darker hair stiles I will be using bold, so Stiles. The Stiles with the cold eyes I'll be using italics, so Stiles. They'll be a Stiles that looks like normal Stiles and I'll be writing his name normally, so Stiles. And one more Stiles who is more broader built and taller, with him I'll be underlining his name, so Stiles. So yeah this is we both don't get mixed up ;)
"It seems the ritual has taken a rather different turn" Deaton murmured as he checked over both Stiles vital signs.
"You don't say" Stiles said dryly.
"What is going on, is Stiles like okay? Why'd he split into four, what the hell is happening!" Scott asked Deaton desperately.
"Well firstly" Deaton said, flashing a light in Stiles eyes, who didn't seemed bothered at all by the light "They aren't Stiles, they're parts of him you could say, parts of his being, his personality, his...well soul"
"So you're saying Stiles has been split into four?" Derek asked sceptically though even him couldn't say no to what was happening in front of him.
"Thats what he just said genius" Stiles muttered, rolling his eyes.
"You have been nothing but irritating since it happened, how about you stop with the snark and actually contribute on how to put yourself back together!" Derek snapped at Stiles then he turned to the other Stiles "And you, why are you so dam silent, have you not got anything to say at all?"
Stiles raised his eyebrows at Derek not impressed at all, while Stiles just shrugged as he said calmly though there was a hard edge to his voice no was was used to hearing "Haven't got anything to say, I don't know anymore than you, so stop acting like an idiot. We're aspects of Stiles personality. I assume that means the other me over there is his more sarcastic, side. Telling him to stop doing that is telling him not to breath, its who we are"
"Then what side to him are you?" Scott asked curiously.
A ghost of a smirk flashed across Stiles face but it was gone as soon as it'd been there, when he just shrugged "I don't know, the one who's wondering why maybe instead of worrying who is who, shouldn't we be out looking for the other Stiles, you know, the two other me that ran away? It'd be pretty strange if our father or someone who knows us saw two Stiles wondering around, don't you think?"
Everyone tensed, they had completely forgotten about the other Stiles running around.
Scott swore as everyone looked at him, he quickly told them all to go of searching including Deaton. He told them to ring me if they saw anything.
"You both are staying, okay?" Scott told the two Stiles.
Stiles nodded while Stiles shrugged as he said "Fine by me"
Everyone hurried away, they had to find the other two as fast as possible!
As soon as everyone had left Stiles eyes darkened even more, he smirked broadly.
Stiles looked at him, eyes narrowing "I know who you are" He said slowly.
"Then you know what I want" He said coldly, turning around to face Stiles, who nodded.
"Well?" Stiles demanded.
"The other two will try and stop us you know that right?" Stiles told him.
"Let them try! I'm finally free. Stiles always suppressed me, I was always caged up in the back of his mind, at least you were used! I'm not going back, no matter what. Are you going to help me or not" Stiles growled, his voice gruffer, deeper from Stiles normal voice.
"Whats in it for me? I don't really care about being back together or not?" Stiles asked curiously.
"Think about it. Sure you weren't like me but he didn't use you like the other two! If he had we would have easily been the best in ever class! Your just as smart if not more than Lydia but his never really tried with you. Always thinking about the mess Scotts got us into and worrying about protecting his friends to really use you to his full extent. Right now you could do anything. Being a part of him is whats holding you back" Stiles said.
Stiles frowned, thinking about it then he smiled, a dark glint in his eyes, then said "Well as you make it sound so good..."
He'd always hadn't liked Stiles following his friends into danger. He was Stiles dark humour, sarcasm and logic. It wasn't logical for Stiles to constantly put his life in danger for his friends and he hated that. Anything other than that.
Stiles grinned and they shook on it.
"What now? So are we going to trick them or something?" Stiles asked.
Stiles chuckled darkly "Tricks? Easy. They're my speciality"