𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ── 𝘚.𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘒𝘐

♡ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬-𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 ♡

♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 thirty-four.

psychosis.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

SCOTT MCCALL AND KIRA YUKIMURA pulled up to Derek Hale's loft. As they unstrapped their dusted helmets, the white flickering that emitted from the Lycan's window caught their eye. They shared a fearful look before storming up to the home. Yet, as they flew open the loft door, nothing of interest was to be found.

Chris Argent raised his gun at the two who took an impulsive step back. Derek was hunched over, a large slash indented through his shirt and on his back. "What happened?" the Alpha called out to them. Derek shared a glance with Dallas as Allison swallowed fearfully. 

"They disappeared," she spoke through erratic breaths. "They literally just vanished." 

Dallas locked eyes with the Alpha and brushed the hair out of her face. "And so did Stiles."

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Derek Hale set down all the chess pieces on his table. Dallas was beside him, sitting on the chair and holding her head in her hands. "I don't get it," she mumbled to him. "I was so sure that'd work."

The werewolf studied the chess pieces. "You can win a game of chess in two moves." he paused. "But never one." Derek picked one up and fumbled with it in his hands. "You said you did something bad before.. that Stiles is trying to use it against you."

he noticed her silence and looked up. "You mind telling me what you did?"

Dallas avoided his look. "Can we not talk about it, please?"

"Don't think I haven't noticed how comfortable you seem to be with your power now, Dallie." his eyes bore into her guilty expression. "As far as I know, you haven't even transformed yet."

The Siren felt immense guilt for lying to all those around her. Nonetheless, she didn't want them to look at her like something she wasn't - she didn't want to see the familiar mortified face Deaton held the night of the storm. "You reek of worry and guilt. At first, I thought it was about your father, but I could smell hints of it before that."

"You want the truth?" Dallas finally snapped. "I did transform. I taunted, maimed, killed.. God, I even ate someone." she felt sick to her stomach. "Someone's dead because of me. Now I feel like some vicious monster. And I can't help feeling that maybe it's because I am." 

Derek wasn't really sure what answer she was going to give him, but it definitely wasn't that. She dropped her head in her hands once more and tried to control her crazed breathing. The werewolf dropped the chess pieces and leant against the table instead. He nudged her with his arm which caused the exhausted siren to glance up at him. "You want a piece of advice, kid?"

"Anything that's gonna make me stop feeling like a cannibal?"

Even when the world seemed bleak, Dallas could always make light of it. It was something that didn't just remind him of Marilyn, but both of her parents. She was a wonderful mix of the best and sometimes worst qualities of the two. "Monsters don't feel guilt about the bad things they've done, Dallie. That's what makes you different from them." Derek gave her an understanding nod. It was peculiar. She was expecting the worst from him, from everyone. Yet, he seemed to understand the most.

"I heard the word cannibal and came running." Peter Hale spoke from the bottom of the staircase. He caught the attention of both Derek and Dallas, who narrowed their eyes at him. "I mean, I can't help feel a little proud here. My little creation is growing up, eh?" 

If looks could kill, Derek was positive that Peter Hale would be deep underground by now. Peter noticed this too and shoved his hands in his pockets. "You're still mad about your neck, aren't you?"

"No, I'm mad that I woke up in a morgue." she spat. "Do you want me to demonstrate that for you?"

Derek rolled his eyes at the two. "What do you want, Peter?" 

Peter Hale snickered at Dallas before turning to his nephew. "What the hell are you guys even doing?" 

The werewolf turned back to the chessboard and sighed heavily. "Back in his room, Stiles had a board with a bunch of names written on them. Dallas had one. I had one. Even you had one." he began to rearrange the pieces. 

Dallas nodded along. "He.. It, whatever it is. It's a big game to them. I just need to figure out how to win." 

Peter hummed and took a long look at the chessboard beside Dallas. "Well, you're not gonna have much luck with that since its a game without rules, Dal." 

She knitted her eyebrows and shot her eyes to him. "What are you talking about?" 

"This spirit has been alive for too many years to count. Too long to play by human rules. It's a fox spirit that chose to become human, they can only do that after about 100 years." he explained absent-mindedly to the girl. "This thing isn't playing chess with you. That's Stiles's game. You gotta play with the mind." 

The werewolf picked up his coat from the chair and gave her a supportive nudge. "You're not a werewolf, Dallas. You're not human. You're not a kitsune. You're a Siren. Use those instincts."

As he left, Dallas found herself deep in thought. As wild as it seemed, he was right. While she knew Peter was definitely missing a few screws, he was surprisingly smart at times. It made her rethink her stance on him. To rethink that perhaps he was someone she could actually trust. 

She only broke out of her thoughts as her phone buzzed, the words spreading across the pixelated screen. Her eyes widened and her breath became sharp. Derek stared up at his goddaughter with intense worry. "What's wrong?"

"Lydia found Stiles," she murmured out as worry coated her words like sticky tar. "He's bleeding."

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Scott McCall helped lay Stiles Stilinski on his couch with the help of Aiden and Lydia. The strawberry blonde glanced around anxiously. "Where is everyone?" Scott hissed to Lydia.

Before she could answer his question, Dallas slipped through the front door and met eyes with the Alpha. Melissa McCall and Deaton stood behind him with heavy looks. "What the hell happened to him?"

Scott didn't answer his question but instead ushered her over. "Dallas, help me hold him down."

"How about we tie him down with some really big, heavy chains instead?" Aiden crossed his arms. 

Deaton took a step forward as both Dallie and Scott gripped Stiles's shoulders. His briefcase cracked open as he pulled out a small syringe. The liquid inside was clear, but the scent made the Siren's nose hurt. "Aiden, grab his legs." 

The Lycan did as instructed and held the Nogitune's legs down firmly. Scott pulled at his jaw as Deaton squeezed the liquid into his mouth. Void's eyes shot open and struggled against the trio's grip. However, his hand snaked out of Scott's grasp and clutched Aiden's throat. Manic laughter left the Stilinski's mouth until the boy finally freed himself from his fist. Once he did, his hand began to shake and drop to his side. 

"Kanima venom." the Void hummed. "Nice touch." 

Lydia pulled Aiden away to the side who seemed to seeth with anger. "You know, surprisingly, I quite like the twins. The homicidal tendencies, the uncontrollable anger. It's thrilling." he paused. "They're a lot more fun than you bakemono trying to save the world every day." his voice was deep and raspy. It made Dallas squirm. He then directed his look to her. "Oh, and that one's my favourite." he nodded to the Siren. "Literal maneater. I heard Sirens can devour a man whole in less than two minutes. I mean, is that true Dallie? You'd know, right?"

Melissa kept her icy stare to the boy. "Doc, you brought something to paralyze his body." she paused. "You got anything for his mouth?"

Deaton hummed to the mother. "I do, actually." he ripped a piece of tape from its holster and placed it over the Nogitsune's mouth. His demented laughter came to a halt once it pressed against his lips and demoniacal yelling came afterwards. Dallas couldn't stand to look at him in such a way and tore her eyes from him. Still, the deranged giggling echoed in her ears. 

"I can try calling Derek again." Scott mumbled and tried to turn, but Lydia grabbed his arm. 

"I don't think its Derek we need." She hinted. However, both Dallas and Scott knew exactly who she spoke of. Who's words had changed the entire view of how she looked at herself. Peter Hale. 

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The doorbell echoed through the McCall residence. Moments later, Peter Hale took a step inside. He glanced at Dallas and then Scott. "Finally listening to old Peter, huh?"

He circled the boy and traced his sharpened claw against the sofa. "Dallas." he caught her attention. "You have a particular skill set. Have you used it yet?"

 She furrowed her eyebrows and glanced between her friends. "What does that even mean?"

He rolled his eyes and approached her before laying both his hands on her shoulders. "Come on, Ariel. Reading minds is your forte." 

"How the hell did you even know about that?" 

Peter gave her a bored look. "You tell Scott, Scott tells Derek, Derek tells me. Gossip runs fast in this town." he pulled her by the wrist until she stood before the possessed boy. "Trust your instincts." 

Deaton interrupted their conversation and shared a look between the trio. "Well, whatever you're doing, you need to figure it out now cause the venom's gonna start wearing off. He might be immobilised, but he's got us right in the palm of his hand." 

Dallas flickered her gaze to Scott who gave a hesitant nod. "Okay. Dallas, do your thing."

Lydia and Melissa shared a confused look. "What's going on?" Melissa was the first to speak up. 

"I'm gonna read his mind," Dallas mumbled for Scott as she glared down the Nogitsune. His eyes practically pierced her image as she lay both of her hands on the side of his head. Once she did, she conjured up all the emotions she had buried for so long. The feeling of powerlessness over Stiles, the feeling of abandonment from her father. The hatred and blame she held for Peter Hale. The guilt of her transformation. The anger, the hurt, the bitterness. When she next opened her eyes, they were pearls of power and strength. Her pearlescent nails dug into the sides of his head while the flesh-tearing teeth tug at her lips. She was an image of oceanic destruction. Scott was no longer surprised at how one of her kind could take down an entire ship of men. Peter Hale seemed to be at a loss for words. He no longer saw Marilyn in her, but someone hundred times stronger. Meanwhile, Lydia watched as the moisture pulled from the air and swirled around her wrists. It seeped into her skin and clung onto her hair as the thoughts came rolling in. 

"Do you hear anything?" Peter took a step closer and stared into her bright white eyes. "Feel anything?"

"Pain." she mumbled out. "Lots and lots of pain." She furrowed her eyebrows as the darkness she saw became clearer by the minute. 

"Dallas, you're going to grab onto Scott next, Okay?" Peter mumbled out and slowly pulled her hand from the side of his head and onto his arm. "Keep your eyes on your surroundings. Don't slip out of his subconscious." he urged Lydia over with his hand. 

"She can't be in there alone. It'll take advantage of that." he grabbed her arm and placed her beside Dallas. "Lydia's next."

When her hand finally slipped from his head and onto the girl's wrist, her black surroundings changed. Once her eyes opened once more, she found herself standing alone in the parking lot of Beacon Hills High. She could no longer hear the calls of Peter, Deaton or Melissa. She was completely alone with no way out. 

She turned her head back to Stiles who looked the same as he did the night he told her he loved her. Yet, small details had changed. "I love you." The raspy voice of Stiles, or rather, Void confessed. Louis was no longer sat on the gravel and clutching his nose but rather, a large bloodstain sat where he once was. 

"What's going on?" the realisation of where she was soon dawned on her. "This already happened." 

Stiles cocked a brow at her from underneath the rain. "What are you talking about?" he took a step towards her and placed both of his hands on either side of her face. "You're hallucinating, it must be the cold. Let me take you home." he yelled over the storm.

In reality, Melissa stared worriedly at the three. "Can she handle that?" 

"She's holding two other people in Stiles's subconscious, but as long as she keeps her focus, they should be fine."  Peter had sat them all down, more so to keep the Siren's energy full. One wrong move and the three could be stuck in his mind forever. He knelt down in front of the girl. "Sirens usually shift on negative emotion. Hell, they run on it. They're destructive creatures. So, Dallas, if you can hear me - think about survival. Don't let him trick you. Not again."

Dallas took a step back from Stiles. "This isn't real," she mumbled. "This is a trick."

Stiles' face contorted with panic and malevolence before he tugged at her waist and pulled her towards him. He tried to lay his lips on hers once more but she shoved against his chest and stormed the other way. It wasn't Stiles. She wasn't at school. It was all one big mind game. 

"Dallas, please come back." he pleaded from behind her. "It's Stiles."

The girl ignored him and continued walking towards the school. She placed both hands on the emergency door handles and moments before she pushed her weight against it, she heard Stiles yell out threateningly. 

"No!"

As the door opened, the school didn't stare back at her. Instead, a long white hall laid out before her. She glanced around but didn't seem to see Scott or Lydia. Little did she know, they had the exact same experience. She squinted her eyes and saw Scott running her way. He grabbed her arm and continued running until they reached Lydia. "Dallas, where the hell are we?" Scott breathed out the Siren. 

"I think I know." Lydia patted them both on the shoulder. When they turned, they saw both the Nogitsune and Stiles hunched over a board of chess. Lydia waved her arms and yelled, but it seemed to be no use. 

"Stiles is apart of your pack, right?" Lydia turned to Scott. "He's human, but he's still apart of your pack. How do wolves signal members of their pack, Scott?"

Dallas shared a look with the strawberry blonde before glancing back to Scott. He readjusted his stance and allowed himself to focus, moments later, hair grew from his cheeks and his eyes shot open. A petrifying growl left his mouth and shook the chessboard. Just then, Stiles noticed. He glanced to the side and finally noticed the trio before turning back to the Nogitsune. He slashed at the pieces and fumbled them to the floor. The Nogitsune's shriek shook the walls and rang in their ears. 

Dallas clasped her eyes shut and this time, when they opened, she was back inside of the McCall residence. She inhaled sharply pulled her hands from her friend's arms. Her brain felt frazzled and cloudy. The Siren jumped up as she felt nausea hit her. She immediately grasped her head and let out a cluster of groans. "Reading minds is your forte." she mocked him. "That was hell." she then turned to Stiles who was still unconscious, "Did it work?" 

Her question seemed to answer itself as nothing changed.

Peter rolled his eyes at her. "Now you know how your fishy friends know everybody's pesky desires." he hissed before pulling Lydia aside. "Now you, give me the name."

"What name?" Scott furrowed his eyebrows. Dallas didn't may much attention to them and instead fixated her attention onto Stiles. 

"Stiles?" She placed her hand on his shoulder. "Stiles." she hummed once more. It was a little sing-songy, something that made the boy jump up. 

He ripped the tape from his mouth and instead of words, cotton string started to pour out. It fell to the floor alongside the Stilinski who coughed more of it up. He pulled backwards once the last snippet left his mouth and jolted backwards. Out from the pile of cotton, a hand reached outwards. Lydia pulled Dallas away and wrapped her hands around her arm. They all watched as Void's mummified head emerged from the pile, as did the rest of his body. He seemed panicked, frantic even, as he stared at his wrapped fingers. He lashed out at the group but both Peter and Scott grabbed his arms and tackled him to the chair. 

"Hold him," Peter hissed. 

"I'm trying!"

Meanwhile, Deaton pushed the girls behind him while Dallas watched helplessly in horror. "Wait!" Scott caught the attention of the eldest Hale and gestured to the top of his mummified thread. He pulled it, unmasking the creature underneath. What they saw, though, was something they couldn't prepare for. 

It was Stiles.

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a/n: the way sybil got into damons head was so iconic ngl