There was a few things Bugs and Stiles shared so adamantly it was almost bizarre, and ironically enough, supernatural. Twin to Twin Syndrome had become a common thing in their household, one doing exactly what the other had planned. Wether it be having the same thoughts or feeling the same pain, maybe even participating in the same emotions, they always managed to connect in one way or another. They found it odd and funny at times, prideful always though. Twin to Twin syndrome was one of their strongest connections to date, one of their best attributes. Bugs and Stiles were two sides of the same coin and the prime example of twin to twin telepathy.
That statement was never more true then the night the Nogitsune went after the Yukoza.
Bugs was sitting in the passenger seat of his little brothers Jeep, counting nervously as the minutes went by and he was yet to informed of what was going to happen. His brothers inhibited body had grown extremely quiet since uttering his finals words at that shack.
"I want to see the savage in action."
Bugs Stilinski had no clue just why his words sent chills down his back, an eruption of alerts to go off in his mind, and a most definite sign of change to come. There was something very off with his words, cynical like what would happen was merely a demonstration or practice... an experiment you could say. Something Bugs cared not to participate in yet knew he would soon be forced into. He had already accepted what would happen, he just didn't know if he was going to be able to live through it or live with it.
The trees soon thinned out and above the hill they came upon a compound, with lights shining brightly it looked more like a safe house or a prison. Whatever it was clearly looked filled to the brim with security.
The Nogitsune turned off the road, the jeep coming to a rough halt behind a decent sized tree.
"What are we doing here?" Bugs concerned question spilled out as they exited the jeep and his brothers body causally strolled to the back. He began whistling, rummaging through the endless black bags.
"Isn't it obvious?" The Nogitusne side eyed his protege, "we are going in there."
"And doing what exactly?" Bugs asked, "I don't think they'll take too kindly if we say we are selling Girl Scout cookies. In fact, I'm 99.99% certain they'll blast us to fertilizer if they see us."
Stiles body straightened up, the fox enjoying the innocence in Bugs eyes, all of it would soon be consumed though. This was his speciality and he was rather good at it.
He didn't respond at first, the fox choosing to shove one of the object he held in his hands at the boy. Squarely smashing it against his chest so the taller boy would step back a little and look down at his only response. He felt the sharp tip dig into his shirt, making a small cut.
It was a hunting knife, sharp and long. The device seeming to fit perfectly in Bugs grasp when he first grabbed it. Metal shining back his pale and darkened reflection as realization dawned on him and the blood drained from his face.
They were going in their to commit a massacre.
And he had no fucking chance to get out.
Green eyes panicked, looking between the smiling face of the one person he vowed to fight alongside with and the object that would change his morals entirely.
Mouth murmuring barely coherent words his hand began to shake and breathing became shallow.
"Bugs, have you ever heard of Beserkers? Well, I'm going to turn you into my own version, the Savage." Stiles voice spoke casually, stroking his own identical knife with his hand. The sharp edges dance against his calloused hands as it spilled the murderous plot.
"When I explained why I hadn't taken your body I wasn't lying. I don't lie, there's far more damage in the truth and the truth is that you're already like me Bugs. You're a sociopath waiting to be unleashed, the lacrosse field is only a mere fraction of what you can do. A soul like you, one so dark and easily corrupted, well it's been hungrily waiting for this moment. You're me in my human form, the frail and indestructible version of what I am. And I'm going to get you to see just what I know you can," each one of his words registering like an echo inside the emerald eyed boy. His mind slowly connecting the words, remembering all those times he was on the brink of snapping, yet too afraid of the potential to snap. He had always known that whatever happened after the snap occurred, his initial defeat to that side, would no doubt be worse then anything he's dealt with.
"You want me to kill them," the words weakly left his mouth. His throat suddenly becoming dry.
"I don't want you to kill. I want you to massacre and destroy, I want to see you in your natural state. I want to see the sociopathic savage at his best," the order was clear. It wasn't to be anything Bugs would be able to cope with, it was to be a bloodbath.
"You can't force me to do this," his voice shook. The knifes cool metal tapping harshly against his skin as he held the knife as far away from his body as possible. When the Nogitusne spoke in detail of what was to happen and what he could do a deep part of Bugs was thrilled, reviving and already forcing its way to the surface. The only way to stop it was to refuse and runaway, that's the only way.
The Nogitsune laughed, eyes trailing from the knife to the painful expression on his potential assistants face.
"I thought you might say that," he spoke nonchalantly, twirling his own torture device in his hand. Pointing it directly at the frail chest of Stiles Stilinski he immediately caught Bugs eyes, his expression dropping. "I'll do it Bugs, do as I say and let go or I will kill your brother, right here, right now. It will all be your fault. So make the switch. Flip it right now. TURN IT OFF!"
Bugs stood still, a lump forming in his throat, the next seconds were crucial and he needed to think fast about what to do. There was no bluff in the Nogitusnes statement, that was for sure. The fox was going to go through with it.
He couldn't take it, there was never a choice. Never a different way out of this, the plan had been set long before Bugs came into the picture and he needed to accept it. As much as he couldn't bear it though, he knew it was bound to happen.
He watched as the sharp tip headed straight his brothers chest and the Nogitusne yelled," SHUT IT OFF! SHUT IT OFF!"
Bugs dropped his knife, scrunching his eyes shut and lifting both palms to his head. Pushing his head tightly, he screamed in pain. Letting it all go, accepting the darkness and numbness. He finally let it go, drowning in the emptiness until finally it became familiar. One moment he was yelling, the Nogitsune smiling in glee and the next it was silent.
The fox waited, having dropped the knife and already feeling his connection grow with the older twin. He was his, they were both his. The brawn's and the brain has finally become one.
Bugs eyes opened up, the emerald shine to them gone and replaced with a deep evergreen. He was gone, the quirky, sarcastic, and light hearted Bugs Stilinski was gone. Now all that was left was his savage alter ego.
The demented fox and sociopathic savage stared one another down.
"Are you alright?" The irony in those words not missing him, the smirk stitched to his face.
Bugs was far from alright, the locked up part of him knowing this, but what was in operation smirked.
Picking up the hunting knife he expertly held it between his palms and walked forward.
"You want a massacre, I'll give you a fucking bloody show."
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Bugs ran up the steps leading towards the vet clinic, panting as he has dashed across the small parking lot to get into the space. It had been somewhat of a whirlwind of events since they had stopped Violet.
Brett had been carted off in Stiles' Jeep, Deaton already prepared to take care of the Wolves Bane currently coursing its way through the young betas body. Bugs had stayed behind partly because he wanted to make sure Garrett wasn't lurking anywhere ready to take on the true alpha (which he wasn't) but he also wanted to see if there was a chance he could speak to the detained Violet. He wanted to know if she could give him any information on the Benefactor... or at the very least why he was on the list although he doubted she knew very much but it was still worth the try.
Luck was not in his favor however as he hadn't been able to and instead opted to drive at full speed to the vet clinic since most of the cops were still attending the matter at school.
"Bugs... what a coincidence we show up at the same time." A awfully, eerily calm voice stopped him from pulling the front door open and barging inside.
Bugs turned on his heel, looking at the former alpha with narrowed eyes. He didn't know why Peter always made it a point to talk to him. It was strange and unsettling.
"Peter." Bugs barely answered as he turned and walked into the veterinary clinic.
"Why you insist on hating me I don't know. I feel like we have loads in common and let's not forget you are dating my daughter." Peter went on, walking in right behind the teenager.
Despite the loud yells coming from the back room Bugs chose to turn back to Peter with a pointed finger and a deadly expression. "Let's get something straight here, you and I have nothing in common. Not a single fucking thing, the fact you think we might insults me. And you are not, nor were you ever, Malia's father so don't try to use that card on me. Leave me the fuck alone."
Peter causally lifted his hand, pushing Bugs finger away and stepping closer so they were eye to eye and his voice was barely above a whisper. "Oh I doubt that very much Bugs."
The green eyed boy pressed his lips together tightly from exploding, feeing the switch in his head ready to flip when his brothers yells of pain stopped him. He didn't bother to answer Peter, breaking their eye contact and hopping over the table separating the back to the front of the clinic.
"STOP HIM!" One person yelled, not really certain as to who because everyone was screaming various things.
Bugs did however see the golden eyed werewolf coming at him with bared teeth. He didn't waste a second, sending a jab so hard it knocked Brett unconscious and straight to the ground as his knuckles burned in pain.
A his escaped his lips as he stretched out his hand, ignoring the small part of him that found excitement in what he had just done. He stretched his knuckles out, noting how Derek eyed him oddly and Stiles dropped alongside Deaton to the ground.
"What the hell was that?" Derek's question made Bugs head snap up to stare at his suspicious glare.
The teenage boy cleared his throat, feeling Peters eyes coming up behind him. "You said to stop him. That's what I did."
"Hey, Doc, I don't think he's breathing." Stiles stated, breaking everyone stares, the group looking down to the passed out teenager. Deaton didn't waste a moment, taking the scalpel in his hand and making an incision down the center of his chest. Instantly a vapor like, yellow mist appeared and floated up into the air. Brett sucking in air as the poison left his system.
"Is he okay?" Bugs blinked, watching on in amazement.
Deaton nodded in response, "I think he'll be fine, but probably out for a while."
Stiles who look concentrated spoke up, "Guys, can you hear that? I think he's saying something."
Deaton lowered his head down to the boys mouth so he could hear it properly. Brett's lips barely above a whisper as he repeatedly said a mantra. "The sun... The moon... The truth... The sun... The moon... The truth..."
"Three things cannot long be hidden. The sun, the moon, and the truth." Deaton explained, the last of his words almost haunting Bugs as their eyes locked.
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"Dude! Hey! Wake up!" Stiles yelled at his brother the next morning. Having opened the bedroom door to find the older twin still dead asleep and no signs of waking any time soon.
Bugs groaned, lifting his head off the bed as his eyes desperately pleaded to shut once more and go back to bed. "What time is it?"
"Fifteen minutes before we are suppose to leave! Come on! You're missing breakfast now and we need to get to school to see if anything else has happened. So get your looney tune ass up!" Stiles informed him, walking into the room and pulling away the navy blue blinds that darkened his brothers room.
Bugs moaned in annoyance, flipping over so he was face down. His head hurt from lack of sleep and his the knuckles on his right hand were pouncing with pain from his knockout punch the previous night, all these signs pointing to one obvious answer. A muffled, "I'm not going today," escaping his lips.
"What the hell do you mean you're not going today? You have to." Stiles crossed his arms, standing at the food of his brothers bed like an angered father. He was confused as to why his twin brother, the person who rivaled the amount of energy coursing through his body on a daily basis, was saying no to investigating all because he was too lazy and needed a day off. It was very un-Stilinski of him.
"I'm doing something else. I'm not up for school today. You go... I'll go see Deaton or something." Bugs growled in annoyance, a thick coat of sleep slurring his words.
"What's wrong?" Stiles pushed further, not moving an inch from his stance. "I can feel it on you. You've been acting weird and I can tell you've barely gotten any sleep. I know this whole thing is getting to us all but you've been acting weird.
Bugs sighed, lifting his head off his pillow and knowing there was no way he could lie to Stiles. His brother knew him better then anyone, he ran his hand down the front of his face, rubbing away the sleep before answering. "Things Stiles... lots of things are driving me crazy. I just need a break for a moment... I think Deaton can help."
"Why can't I help huh?" Stiles questioned, "I'm your brother, you can tell me anything and I'll help you. Just tell me..."
Bugs eyes trailed away from his younger brother, finger fumbling with one another as he attempted to find the correct words. He didn't want to tell Stiles everything because everything would mean telling him what happened the previous time they had a problem like this and that just wasn't an option.
"I just... I've been dealing with a lot of things after the Nogitsune thing and now this benefactor matter. I want to get a handle on it before I explode... I think he can help me alright. I'm gonna be fine." Bugs answered, shrugging his shoulders and standing from the bed. He wasn't exactly lying to his twin but he did withhold plenty of the truth.
"Alright fine." Stiles nodded although he still didn't understand why his brother wouldn't tell him what it was.
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Deaton had been spending his morning cleaning up the mess of the prior night. Having successfully saved the dying Beta known as Brett Talbot he didn't expect much out of the day... well that is until he heard the sounds of shoes scuffling.
Deaton's head immediately snapped up, his gaze landing on the teenage boy who didn't have a glimmer of emotion on his face.
"What's up doc?" Bugs spoke, breaking the tension between him and a suspicious Deaton.
"Bugs, I think it's time we had a talk." Deaton nodded, gesturing for the boy to step further into the room.
"How did you know?" Bugs questioned, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. His breathing short as he anticipated the vets words of potential wisdom.
Deaton dropped the small rag he had been cleaning with, crossing his arms and giving the teenager his undivided attention. They man knew for weeks what was happening with the teenager, the pack banshee having questioned why anytime she neared the green eyed Stilinski all she would hear were men's screams of pain and torture and his monstrous laugh. Lydia had confided in the vet because of his past experiences with the supernatural.
"Lydia told me. She claimed to hear screams of pain and your voice when she was around you. I explained to her Banshees could not only predict death but could also feel death around someone, it was easier to tune out when the body count was low but that wasn't the case with you." Deaton explained, watching Bugs carefully as to not snap anything in him. He was walking on a very thin line and spilling these secrets could bring out the inner depths of what he only assumed was the other side to Bugs Stilinski. "It was Yukoza and the Japanese Mafia wasn't?"
"How... how did you know?" Bugs questioned, his breathing becoming ragged as he began to relive that night. There was so much blood... he couldn't believe most of the things that had occurred. How had he been able to do that? Some of the kills... the way he did them... it was unnatural.
"I went to the crime scene, after Lydia told me everything, I managed to get my hands on the documents of the crime scene without your father finding out. Stiles and you share the same shoe size but there was one particular thing that caught my eyes... your shoe prints were different. Everyone has their own way of stepping, some on their heels and others on the balls of their feet. Despite the many similarities between your brother and you that was a difference. I remembered how baffled the police station was that this was only one persons doing but it was you." Deaton recounted, watching as Bugs eyes hazed over and he held onto the metal table nearest him.
Bugs couldn't breathe, he couldn't swallow. He felt like each word was further suffocating him as he merely nodded. It was too painful to remember, but he had to. He had to know what was wrong with him. "My family have always treaded on eggshells with me. I was told I had a temper... a sort of temper that could potentially be dangerous if I let it control me. For many years it didn't, I was too worried about Stiles, my mothers death, my fathers wellbeing, and then these things with the supernatural. I knew I couldn't let it control me, I had to be right to be able to care for me family."
"So what made you snap?" Deaton questioned, attempting to understand the boys psyche better.
"That night... the night of the murders I was with the nogitsune. I found him... I could always find Stiles and the spirit thought it was because of our twin thing. He said he wouldn't take my body but he would need me in order for Stiles to live. He drove us all the way there and then threatened to kill Stiles if I didn't snap. I couldn't let him kill Stiles... I couldn't let him do that to my baby brother. I promised to keep Stiles safe. So I did it. I snapped... and it felt right. It felt like everything I had been wanting in my life. The kills, the blood... their screams all of it felt like music to my ears. He called me a natural. Like I was in my element." Bugs gritted his teeth and tightened his jaws as his hands began to tremble from the memories. He could still feel that deep satisfaction within him, the pleasure part of his pallet that wanted more.
"How did you stop it? How did you keep it away now?" Deaton went on, letting the teenagers speak. He needed Bugs to speak about both for his knowledge and for the teenagers well being, it didn't take someone with a degree to know that talking problems aloud could help a problem very much.
"I don't know. There's times when I don't think it's gone... where I can feel it in the back of my mind like a pestering song just begging me to go back at it. I can hear it wanting me to do it all once more." Bugs spilled, his eyes filling with tears. "I don't want to. I don't want to... I can't go back to that. It's not who I want to be. I mean yeah sure those guys probably deserved it because let's face it when you're in a mob it doesn't exactly make you citizen of the year but that doesn't mean I had to do it. It doesn't mean I want to ever go back there but the stress of keeping it contained... keeping it together after all of it and not letting anyone know what I did it's driving me Into further insanity. I can't tell my girlfriend or my family... not even my father. I'm terrified that they'll disown me for what I've done because I did it, not some psychotic demon residing in my body it was me... I killed those people and liked it. I liked it and I despise myself for it... I don't want to ever go back there and I don't want to live with this guilt anymore."
"You don't have to be that person." Deaton cut in. Stepping closer to the teenager and placing his hand on the boys shoulders to calm him. "You were manipulated into doing it, Stiles was in trouble and you did everything in your power to save him. You were doing what was necessary to save someone you love and I think that justifies itself in anyone's book. The thing I don't think you don't quite understand Bugs is that sometimes doing what's right isn't always glamorous."
"If me doing that was right then why do I feel like everything's falling apart? Why does it feel like it's coming back to haunt me?" Bugs sighed, rubbing at his temples.
"What do you mean?" Deaton questioned him. Pulling his brows together in confusion.
"Someone else knows. And it's not Lydia or you... it's someone who's willing to bet I'll do it again and not to some random strangers. Someone sent me the hit list with my friends name and I know I should probably tell them because it might help us find the benefactor but I can't do it. I do it and all of them find out and I'm not sure I want them to know." Bugs explained, running his fingers through his hair as he admitted another weight on his shoulders.
"You aren't a killer Bugs," Deaton softly reminded the teenager. "You did what needed to be done to survive... what all of us would have done to save someone we cared about. I know telling your family and your brother doesn't make sense now but it will. And just because the list was sent to you does not mean you will have to do it."
"I'm not sure I'll be able to stay stable once someone attempts to kill my girlfriend and best friends."
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I swear to god if anyone says this is Klaus and Stefan 2.0 I might just flip shit...
So taadaa!! You found out what's been going on with Looney Tune Stilinski. Honestly he is one of my most complex characters and I freaking love what I'm doing with him. I really do love Bugs and I want to finish this season so bad because I'm excited for the season finale!!
Let me know what you think? Love it? Hate it? Want to hold Bugs and wrap him in your arms?
-Ash 💜