Demonic// Stiles

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You haven't talked to Stiles since he was going to get a MRI.

You were worried.

Stiles' dad called you the next day, asking you to come over and see if you could talk to him.

You pulled in the driveway, almost running inside. Something wasn't right.

"He's upstairs." Sheriff Stilinski says from behind you.

You skip every other stair, before knocking softly on his door. He didn't answer so you opened the door, seeing him laying in bed.

"Stiles?" You asked as you sat behind him, putting your hand on his back.

He turns over to face you.

"What's the matter Stiles?"

He sat up and looked at you, a mix of sadness and exhaustion written on his face.

"What happened with the MRI?" You ask.

"Something happened...something about me....it's different." He says, pausing in between, as if he had to to think about it.

"Like what Stiles?" You ask confused beside him.

He turned to you, a small smirk plastered against his face. You furrowed your eyebrows before his eyes turned into black holes. "Your precious Stiles is gone."

You stumbled away from him, falling against the wall.

"Stiles?" You asks. "What's happening?"

He came towards you, the black holes staring down at you. "You know, he has this thing for you." He smirked, tapping his temple. "It's like he loves you, but you don't huh?"

"I do, I do, please don't do this, c'mon where's the Stiles I know?" You said, standing up with your back still against the wall.

"He's gone." He smirked.

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