stiles stilinski had childhood trauma and signs of delusions and schizophrenia were seen in the boy. but as he got older everyone thought it went away.
a Japanese trickster spirit took over stiles for an amount of time, and killed stiles' best frie...
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stiles shot up with a gasp. he touched his chest, and looked at his hands, making sure everything around him was okay. as he turned to his right, he saw a note written in his hand writing
promise i didn't cause any trouble, i got bored and went to sleep x - void
"i hate you" stiles mumbled under his breath.
the boy picked up his phone and went through his notifications, he noticed a miss call from scott.
"am i speaking to stiles?" scott asked, angry almost. "yeah scott it's me, what happened last night, i dont remember anything" "nothing dangerous i don't think, he just called me and was taunting me about allison... again" "scott i'm sorry" stiles sighs "no it's okay, i know it's not you"
"well, on another note, you got any plans for this weekend?" "yeah actually, there's a party tomorrow, i was going to call lydia, malia and kira too, do you wanna go?" "yeah sure! can we bring harper?" "yeah that's cool"
the boys hang up on each other, and stiles dials harper's number
꧁꧂
harper woke up with a smile on her face, and she hated it. for once, she woke up early, well early to her was 10am. she took a shower, and she was smiling, she brushed her teeth, smiling, she got changed, you guessed it smiling.
she trotted down the stairs with a frown on her face and turned on the coffee machine "wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed" her mother said "quite the opposite actually, i'm extremely happy and it's pissing me off"
"oh no" her mom laughed and placed her cup of tea on the table "is it a boy. it's always a boy. or a girl?"
harper's eyes widened visibly, she then took out a mug and started making her coffee "pfftt, a boy. no never, or a girl. i mean neither..." she shrugged.
"are you sure, is it that stilinski boy, you should see the way he looks at you i-" her mom was cut off when harper's phone started ringing, stiles' name lighting up the screen "is that him?" she asked.
harper shook her head and answered the phone, grabbing her cup of coffee and racing up the stairs.
"hey sti" "hey harp, whatcha doinggg" "i just woke up, now i'm drinking coffee, you?" "same except for the coffee." he laughed and harper's stomach did a flip "anyways, you doing anything tomorrow night?" "no nothing in particular, why?" "me scott and the girls are going to a party, do you wanna join?" "yeah sure, what time" "mmm, around 10pm? i'll pick you up" "yeah that sounds good, just text me when your outside, mom doesn't like me going to party's- i'll have to sneak out" she whispers that last part "okay bye! see you" "byeee!"
