Notes:

Hi Hi!:) I hope you enjoy this chapter; I think it's good.

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Stiles POV :

I didn't feel the need to sleep, and I was still wary that someone was here with me, but the only way to get in touch with my foxy side was when I was sleeping. So I fashioned a pillow out of a softish bag I found, and I laid on the floor trying to sleep. It was hard to fall asleep at first; the fear I wasn't alone in the room made me not let my guard down, but eventually, staring at a bland tan wall put me to sleep.

Once asleep, I was in my bedroom once again. Where Peter and Lydia found me last time. And my wolf and fox were there just the same as last time.

Though my wolf sported a collar that had a name tag that read: Control. Which made sense considering the last conversation I had with my fox side.

My fox was sitting next to the wolf, looking at something.

It was my laptop.

Which was on and showed me sleeping on the floor in the control room. I'd never seen the laptop before; actually, the last time I was in here, that part of the room was so dark I could barely see it.

But what I was really wondering was why my fox was staring at it so intently.

Now, if only I could talk to animals. But these weren't real animals. They were my animalistic side of myself, but they weren't actually animals. Because they could clearly understand me if I were to speak to them. Hence the collar on the wolf was placed there by the fox when I asked it to.

"Hey! Uh, fox? What are you looking at?" I ask, even though I can clearly see the computer.

The fox opened its mouth, but my voice mirrored back to me, "I'm watching over us. We are not alone; it's dangerous to be sleeping, so I'm watching." The fox said.

I looked at the laptop and felt goosebumps, so I really wasn't alone, god that's terrifying.

"Right, thanks. Ummm, so you know Rei? Right?" I ask.

The fox nods,

"The other fox who tried to kill us but is now helping us."

I nod; okay, so it was conscious of what is going on when I am awake as well. It was a little disconcerting, but I guess it makes this whole thing a little bit easier for me.

"So I was wondering if you heard when he was talking about trying to control my powers. He said I needed to like imagine my inner fox self, and we had to work together to make my powers work. So I'm not really sure about that too much, but since we can be here and talk, maybe, you can tell me what you understand about the situation going on right now, and then I can tell you what I think, and then we can hopefully figure this all out together and maybe send some more messages to my friends." I said, hoping the fox would agree.

"Ok." It said.

It turned away from the laptop to grab the collar on the wolf and brought the wolf to sit in front of the laptop then, let go of the collar when it was staring at the laptop and then trotted back over to me.

And sat in front of me before it continued talking,

"Wolfie will watch. And I'll tell you what's happening. We are inside the wild hunt. I've never been inside one before. Stiles Mmhmm, you do know that I am you, right? I may have been born out of the situation that happened when we were possessed, and I may be a piece of the old Nogitsune, but I am also you."

The fox went silent for a moment and sighed.

"This is hard to explain. Words are hard," it complained.

"When you were possessed by the Nogitsune, you should have died in the end. Your body was so close to death that you should have died if you were not saved. It didn't matter that you were a recessive wolf; that strength wouldn't protect you unless you activated it. So you were on the verge of death, and at a point, you were more fox than human. But somehow, you survived and trapped away the evil void fox, but the damage that was done to you created me. But I am still you. However, the fact that you were human at the time meant that I was just another recessive trait. I would never be seen if not for you transforming into a werewolf. I chose not to tell you any of this before because we know how much we don't like the Nogitsune. We know how hard of a time it was for us. So we didn't want to hurt ourselves with the truth, so we kept it tucked away." The fox explained.

"But if you want to use us, then you'll have to understand that you are a Nogitsune Stiles. We are one and the same. But we are also a werewolf. We are something rarer than a Nogitsune. You have to understand that us three together all are you. We are not three separate entities in one body. We are all sides of you. That being said getting to that point will need a little bit more work, but in the end, that is what we will ultimately be. I know it's weird since we're talking to each other like we're different people, but we're not. You know in your heart where you are. That room inside the wild hunt, you've named it already. The control room. It is a place that you carved out yourself. And what is intruding and trying to block your messages and trying to control us is the wild hunt. Even while you sleep, we are fighting against the wild hunt. The wild hunt, as you know from research, is an illusion, the scale is stronger than anything that you've seen before, but it is an illusion that traps towns and cities and affects the whole world. But as you've seen with the other fox, your teacher. He can control illusions as well. And it's not something that he can do alone. All Kitsune's can do it; it helps us play tricks. You and I, us we can beat the illusion. I know you think we've been placed into the control room, but you created the control room Stiles. Everything in that room is your creation, your illusion. It looks like that because the wild hunt is trying to take control of it, but we control that room. The reason why the technology is so advanced, even though it doesn't look like it should be, is that you are using a computer like how you were used to using it. You just don't understand how much you're controlling it already. You were doing it subconsciously. But now that you're aware, you have to do it consciously. It's hard but just believe it styles. Just believe it to work, and it will work; we have the strength in the power to do it; we just need practice. We may technically be a Nogitsune, and we may have the power of one, but we are not as experienced. All we need is to try and try and try because with enough effort; we can break the illusion and get all our friends back and our dad. So when you wake up, you half to take control of the control room. It is something we created the wild hunt made it look like part of itself to confuse you. But trust me, we did this, and we can take control." My fox said, but the voice wasn't coming out of its mouth; more like I was hearing my inner voice talk to myself in my head.

And I think what it was telling me he was right. I was trying to, deep down, ignore the whole Nogitsune part of myself. I mean, would you blame me? I didn't want to associate myself with that ever again. But I guess I had to come to facts with it.

I didn't reply with words because I didn't need to. The fox was talking only for my benefit because I was visualizing everything, but I didn't even need to speak realistically. We're in my brain; we could all hear each other talk without actually talking.

Because, as the fox said, we are all the same person. But if what the fox told me was true and that I'll create in the control room and that the wild hunt was trying to manipulate it and then all I had to do was turn it as modern as I could.

I mean, that's the only thing that makes sense to me.

If I was trying to take back control, I would just have to change what I was looking at.

And then, once I created a space that matched my vibes, I could start using it to the fullest of its abilities, right? I mean, that was my game plan.

"Okay. Time to wake up, I guess. By the way, why did your way of speaking suddenly change?" I asked after a brief moment because the last time I spoke to my fox, it was very childlike.

But the fox just smirked with a happy look on his face, like it just played a trick.

But before I could ask for a better answer than just a smile, I started waking up.

Time to take control.

Peter POV:

A few days later...

Beep*

A message dinged on Peter's phone. Well, it sounded like a message beep, but rather it was a calendar alert.

The calendar alert read: Head to New Orleans today

I stared at my phone in confusion. What was this all about? Why was I going somewhere? And why New Orleans, of all places? I ended up staring at my phone in confusion for quite a while. I even looked at it when I set this alert up. Apparently, I set it up about a month and a half ago. But why on earth, New Orleans...

I sighed deeply; this was going to be another call to Klaus again, goddamnit.

I threw the phone on the couch and went to shower. I had been neglecting myself of confusion and that weird irritating gut feeling.

Ever since, I've forgotten about whoever I forgot about. I've had this annoying and irritating feeling deep in my chest. I can't exactly place my finger on what that feeling is. But I felt it before, and I don't like it.

It's almost painful. It's like there's a string attached to my heart, and someone is pulling it so hard that it's about to break.

And I feel like my memory is the key to making the feeling go away, but the problem is I can't fucking remember anything.

So it's an irritating and annoying feeling that I have been feeling for a week and a half now.

It also has been making me feel like shit. I've been mopey and kind of depressed and wanting to just lounge around all day and do absolutely nothing. Not that I don't like to take naps, but this is getting a little excessive even for me. I mean, I normally choose not to wake up until 12 if I don't have to, but I've been waking up at 3 in the afternoon, and that's kind of a problem.

So even though there is a mysterious alert on my phone telling me to head to New Orleans for some reason, I am going to ignore it, take a shower and drink a cup of coffee, and then ready myself so that I have to go through the process of calling Klaus and asking him what the fuck is going on again.

Sighhhhhhhhhhhhh...

I took a quick but needed shower and relaxed on the couch relaxing until I saw my phone again.

As I looked at it, I felt dread picking it up, but I did and looked at the screen with the highlighted alert. I stared and stared. I wish people would stop messing with my freaking memory. First, it's my sister doing it twice now; now I fucking don't remember 3 to 4 people that just fucking disappeared.

But I am curious about something.

From what little knowledge I have, my memory loss isn't something like what my sister did, but it's still memory loss, so I was wondering if I could regain my memories in the same fashion. However, unless I had something that these wild hunt people had, I doubt I could do anything.

It's just a hypothesis, but maybe if I remember little things at first maybe, the rest of the memories will come.

Like maybe I can figure out why the fuck I want to go to New Orleans today. I'm not even packed. I still have a whole apartment for crap that's not ready to move yet.

I paused...is my lease up?

Does it have a normal answer?

Am I panicking for no reason?

I quickly called my landlord, who also owns a bar downstairs, and he confirmed that my lease is not up, but I had told him previously that I would be leaving for New Orleans to go help a friend today.

Well, at least that helped.

Kinda.

I scrolled through my contacts.

There was Klaus and Lydia, then...why the fuck- for some reason, I had Argent's number saved.

And Malia's number. I had Derek's number.

Ha, I have Scott and Deaton's numbers...like I would call them ever again...wait, why wouldn't I?

Huh.

Mmmmm.

I can't remember great...

The landlord's number, then someone named Hayley.

And an unknown number.

I looked at the messages between Hayley and me as I couldn't remember her, but I felt like I could kind of can.

It's a little bit of a hazy memory.

Like, I know she's a werewolf for some reason, and I know she used to live here, like in the area.

But I couldn't fathom why I was talking to her or how I even met her. And the only reason I was looking through her text messages first was that at least it had a name, and second, she was the only person I couldn't remember but what I could kind of maybe sort of remember was that she moved.

And considering I have an alert on my phone that says go to New Orleans, I'm connecting what little dots I have.

And anything felt better than calling Klaus again.

I know I probably know him better than I can remember, but since I can't remember, it's really awkward to have to call someone you don't really know nor like.

Especially when I need him to help me with things because it just makes it even weirder and more awkward, and I don't like it.

It's an uncomfortable feeling, and I don't like to put myself in it, but unfortunately, it's happened a few times now, and it's irritating, to say the least.

The phone rings for a few minutes. For the first few seconds, I didn't think she was going to pick up because it was wrong so many times, but when I was just about to hang up and text and said someone had picked up the phone. Presumably, Hayley, as it was a girl's voice.

"Peter!" A semi excited voice asks over the phone.

"Yes," I responded with less enthusiasm.

"Is something wrong?" She asks.

"Are you in New Orleans?" I ask.

"Huh, oh, almost. I know I said I was going to head straight there, but I kind of wanted to look around a little bit more on my road trip, and I kind of got sidetracked in a few different cities and states, and I'm almost there. I even met with Klaus as I was traveling, but I don't need to go into that ."

She took a small breath and continued,

" Anyway, I'm in Louisiana now, but not where I'm going to stay yet. But it's been really fun, and I can't wait for you guys to come down. It's gonna be even more fun. And I've heard a lot of rumors that there is a really big pack down here in New Orleans. But I've also heard some weird rumors where they're kind of having trouble for some reason. No one would really give me a clear answer, but I'm going to look into it a bit before you guys get here. So did Stiles come back yet from his trip home? I remember you guys told me a week or so ago that he was going home first. Are you guys all ready to come on down now, or are you going to take longer? Which is fine if you need to. I was just curious." Hayley said that very quickly and excitedly.

I took that in and took a deep pause.

"I don't know how to explain this. But about a week or so ago, I lost my memory. I kind of remember you. I, unfortunately, remember Klaus. And Lydia. But I have no memory of styles at all. I know he exists because Clouse has repeatedly told me he does, but I don't know who he is or anything about him. I also don't know why I was heading to New Orleans. But I got an alert on my phone today that said I should leave today. You answered some of my questions with this phone call. But that's my situation." I said plainly.

Hayley was silent.

After a moment, she asked,

"Is this one of those not funny pranks that people like to pull on people expecting it to be funny but in the end, it doesn't really turn out well, and everyone is sort of not enjoying it...because this doesn't make sense, Peter. How could you completely forget about a person? And why only Stiles? I mean, Lydia went back home with him too? And that teacher of his. I'm not sure about that one. I've never met him. But I thought I remember Stiles telling me that he was going to go with them back home to do something." Hayley said.

"It is not a joke. There is a supernatural creature attacking beacon hills where they are, and I've been told it messes with one's memories. I'm trying to slowly piece it together, but it's not really working. Lydia also forgot but apparently, talking to Klaus made her remember." I say, sharing information as it seemed I trusted her.

"OK, I guess that makes more sense than you just randomly forgot. But why don't you remember me or maybe his teacher or I don't know did you forget Lydia?" She asks.

"I didn't forget Lydia, but I don't have much memory of her past a few years ago when I almost killed her, but we don't need to talk about that. I was a little off back in the day. But I am completely reformed. Anyway, I have no idea why I don't remember you since you're not in the radius of the town of Beacon Hills. However, I suspect that anyone I know through uhhh Stiles...yeah, Stiles was his name... I suspect that anyone I know through him makes my memory a little foggy. I mean, it's all speculation at this point, but at least there's kind of some evidence since you know him and Lydia knows him, Klaus knows him, and I almost forgot about all of you." I said, connecting some more dots.

"Hmm, okay. Well, I'll make sure to remember him, and if you ever need to remember something you're not sure about, I'll help as best as I can. At least I remember Stiles. And I guess I'm not gonna be expecting you anytime soon. Are you gonna head to your hometown, or are you gonna stay where you are at till your memory returns?" Hayley asks.

I thought about it for a second, but ultimately I am eventually going to remember.

I mean, from what I can remember about Beacon Hills, all of our problems ended up getting solved in the end, even if it took a while or there were a lot of deaths.

But in the end, we always survived.

Barely but we survived.

So assuming that I will eventually get my memory back once whatever is happening there is fixed. I may as well just go on and do what I was supposed to be doing.

I looked around the room and saw the boxes that were unpacked for some reason or just recently packed. Either way, I saw some boxes, and if I really looked at it, there wasn't much stuff.

I would need to ship it there because my car is way too freaking small.

And I guess I can start preparing to head to New Orleans.

I mean, once I get my memories back, this is what I was going to do anyway, right?

And maybe I might get my memory back after packing up all of the stuff that I don't recognize in this house. Because there is a room in this apartment that I have not walked into or that I can't remember walking into, and every time I pass by it, I don't feel like walking into it, but it's clearly there. And there's a bunch of weird stuff around that doesn't belong to me, nor is anything that I would ever buy.

Meaning that it belongs to someone I can't remember, and I figured that if I pack up their shit, maybe I'll remember them.

So to answer Hayley's question.

"I'll start making my way over. I mean, I'm gonna remember eventually, right? So I might as well do what I planned to do before I lost my memories. So when I get my memories back, at least I'll be on track, kind of." I said.

"Well, that makes sense. You guys can stay with me temporarily. Not that I don't want you guys to stay with me, but the place that I rented out in New Orleans is not very large so. I'll look out for some houses that are placed on sale and get back to you. And I'll be here waiting for you and call if you ever need anything." Hayley offers, hanging up.

Well, that's good, I think.

Now I wonder who this unknown number is.

Not really wasting any time after I got off that phone call, I just clicked call.

Might as well get it over with and see who it was that I called 46 times in the past two months. Because holy shit, who the hell could this be?

But unfortunately, this phone number just rang and rang and rang until an automated message popped up stating that the phone was no longer in service, and then it hung up.

Huh.

I wonder whose number this was?

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Notes:

Also, if you didn't catch it, the fox was playing a trick with his voice.

Ehh, this chapter had a lot of hidden stuff, but I hope you understood.