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"Let me in!"


Stiles wasn't actually sure how it got to this. Maybe that's because his own mind and body hadn't actually been his for a while and he was trapped in some dreamworld, playing a game of Go with the Nogitsune while said dark spirit caused a slaughter and hurt the people he cared about, but there were other reasons too. Like, no one really knowing what the fuck was going on and how to beat it. He remembered splitting from the Nogitsune and having his own body, one made up of the dark spirit's power. Although the body he was using was exactly like his own, scars and everything, it wasn't his and he was painfully aware of it. He recalls the surrogate sacrifice when he, Allison and Scott temporarily died in place of their parents and the darkness it had caused in all of them. Deaton had warned them of it and just as the man had said, he could feel the darkness around his heart every single day. Every waking moment and even in dreams, that darkness was still there, forever a part of him that wouldn't be erased, regardless if he was awake or not.

That darkness had only grown when the Nogitsune took over him and used his hands, his face and his voice to slaughter the masses of innocent people. To hurt the people he cared about and kill them. The darkness had grown then. But now, with this body made from the Nogitsune's power, it was... Different. The darkness was still there, oh boy, it was definitely still there. But now it was...

Well, it was void.

Before the darkness had simply felt like, well, darkness. Like a looming shadow cast over him constantly, always lingering and never-ending, causing the hair on his arms to stand on end. A dread that followed him, constantly whispering in his ear that something was going to go wrong. It was like hypervigilance but again, it was... Different. Different in the sense that it wasn't a fear of dying or losing someone, but a constant reminder he was being followed by darkness. But now... The darkness had more... of a form, so to speak. Before, the darkness was just there, a ring around his heart, shadowing him at all times. But now it had depth, now it stretched further than his heart, now he had a void within him. A dark, endless abyss of pure nothingness. A vacant mass of endless darkness that was... everywhere. He was void. But not in the sense that he was the Nogitsune itself, but it certainly was a lot closer than he was comfortable with. It almost felt like he was becoming void. Like he was becoming the void within him.

In a weird, twisted way, it did make sense to him. This body had been made from a dark Kitsune - a void Kitsune and so, perhaps it was only natural that the body it made for him would be void as well. He had become a void, but he wasn't void. Which made a lot of sense while making absolutely zero sense. But then again, when did anything in this twisted Supernatural world actually make complete sense?

Stiles would tell you; never. That's frickin' when. Never. It never made any damn sense half of the time. He had become void but wasn't actually void. Perfect.

Maybe that's why the Nogitsune was after him. Again. Because he was void, although it was different. The Nogitsune was smart. Much smarter than anyone had given him credit for. Blowing up the sheriff station? Okay, that wasn't entirely unexpected. After all, if you wanted to stop police from stopping you, you had to wipe them out first, right? Massacring random people at the hospital? Bit much but it wasn't the first time the hospital had been attacked. Tricking the entire pack into thinking it really was Stiles? Smart but average overall. Using mind tricks while in Stiles' mind? They'd be more surprised if the Nogitsune didn't do that.

But turning their only way to beat the Nogitsune against them and spreading their power pretty much all over the city? Well, shit. The only way they knew to beat the Nogitsune was to 'change the host' as the Shugendo scroll had said. So, after managing to escape the Nogitsune's... Illusion? and finally entering the school, they had managed to confront the Nogitsune. Or at least, the Nogitsune-using-Stiles'-face-and-real-body. Scott had managed to bite the Nogitsune and for a moment, it truly seemed as though they had beat it. Isaac had caught the fly in the triskelion box and for a moment, it had seemed like that was it. Like that was the end of it.

Then a whole fucking swarm of flies had escaped Stiles' body and everyone present had no idea what the hell to do. Turns out, the first fly to leave Stiles had been nothing but a decoy and the real one was in that mass. They had fallen for the trick, hook, line and sinker, caught the decoy and let the real one escape. Which one it was, they had absolutely no idea and with only one box, there was no way they could catch them all before the real one got away.

And that's the story of how Stiles ended up, two weeks later, staring at some stranger he had never seen before. But the dark entity in said stranger was more than familiar. Far too familiar and quite frankly, Stiles wasn't happy to see it. The Nogitsune smirked at him. He was possessing another teenager or perhaps young adult, looking to be about 18-22 at best. He had black messy hair, green eyes with serious bags underneath, much like how Stiles had looked under the Nogitsune's possession, no doubt from the sleep deprivation. Stiles knew from experience that the Nogitsune hardly bothered sleeping unless it played a purpose in his tricks, like, say, pretending to be unconscious when found by someone to play a part. Stiles noticed that the man that the Nogitsune was possessing had quite a bit of muscle on him. It made him nervous because he already knew the Nogitsune could give super strength to whoever he possessed - again from experience - and the addition of his current host already having strength would probably only make him even stronger, which was just fantastic. Stiles already didn't stand a chance against the Nogitsune and now his chances were in the damn negatives.

"Great. Just great," he mumbled bitterly, glaring at the smirking teen. He was on his way to Scott's house, having promised to help the Alpha with hunting the Nogitsune down. His brother in all but blood had insisted - more like demanded, really - that he rested before he helped them hunt the Nogitsune down, especially since there was a chance that the Nogitsune may target him. He hadn't slept in who knows how long, nor had he eaten and the whole process of getting a new body in itself hadn't exactly been an easy one either. So, all in all, he needed some serious rest and Scott wasn't willing to watch him burn himself out any more than he already had. The pack had been searching for the Nogitsune the past two weeks but hadn't come up with much. They had found a few of the flies but only because they made themselves present. As in, they were controlling someone and causing chaos but other than manipulating hormones to make said people angry and cause fights, it was nothing more than a distraction to throw them off the Nogitsune's trail. It was, unfortunately, working. They couldn't ignore the bouts of chaos randomly popping up throughout the city, the sudden riots that were thrown, the random murders in back allies and parties and wherever people could be found. While said events were usual, they were happening far too frequently to be isolated events from the chaos-loving dark entity. What's more, is that the Nogitsune was probably feeding off of it all, only getting stronger each passing day.

They had been stretched too thin. With a lot of the police force put out of business from the bomb, they had limited help. And with several doctors and nurses also having been taken by the Nogitsune, they weren't able to treat and save as many people as they would have liked. The entire town was stretched too thin while the Nogitsune was just feeding off of all the chaos, strife and pain it was causing everywhere. They were not the slightest bit closer to finding out where the Nogitsune was and what it's next move would be.

Until it appeared before Stiles now, who was completely alone and without back-up. Stiles, despite being the genius he was, wasn't sure what the Nogitsune wanted other than kill him. He knew the Nogitsune wanted to kill him when they were spilt because it would mean he would have permanent control over his body. But now the Nogitsune was possessing someone else so he didn't need to kill him for that reason. Stiles' original body had been destroyed after Scott's bite. Other than not wanting him to help Scott, Stiles didn't see any other reasons for the Nogitsune wanting to kill him. Not that would help him, of course. The Nogitsune didn't even need a reason to kill him - it was all just a sick game to the dark spirit. It fed off of pain and what better way to do than to kill people?

Stiles had faced a lot of supernatural creatures while standing by Scott's side but the Nogitsune was something Stiles truly feared they weren't capable of beating. The thing was a thousand years old and way more experience than they had. They were also running out of ways to beat the Nogitsune. The Shugendo scroll had been all they had but the Nogitsune had found a way around that. Other than killing the host, they were out of ideas. But that wasn't exactly the ideal solution, considering a, they didn't want to kill people and besides, they weren't sure it would even kill the Nogitsune too. It was just a spirit, after all. Killing its host probably wouldn't kill the Nogitsune too, the fucker would probably just possess someone else. They had no idea what to do with it other than lock it up but they weren't sure they could keep the dark entity secured. It was a trickster, after all, and an old one. It had more experience than the whole pack combined and it probably knew its way around confinement.

"Did you miss me?" The Nogitsune drawled, lazily smirking at Stiles with its new host's face. Stiles backed away, uncertain. He may be a lot better than when the Nogitsune left two weeks ago, but that by no means meant he was ready to face the fox spirit. Not by himself with absolutely no plan. His best bet was to call Scott and tell him the Nogitsune was here but by the time he got here, Stiles could already be dead. Or missing. His mind raced with possibilities of what the Nogitsune could have in store for him and his friends - the nightmares alone had kept him from getting much sleep these past few days and provided more than enough ideas - and Stiles cursed his uselessness. He wasn't sure how to handle the trickster spirit at all. He had spent days thinking about it but hadn't been able to come up with much.

"What do you want?" Stiles asked instead, his voice strong with only the slightest waver giving away his fear. He glared at the possessed human in front of him, not breaking eye contact. The host's eyes darkened with malice, the smirk stretching into one far more sinister. Stiles took a step back towards his Jeep, hoping that at the very least, he would able to reach his phone so he could call Scott and the rest of the pack. The trickster tilted its head, watching him in amusement but Stiles didn't miss the malice still present in its eyes.

"Why so cold, Stiles? I would have thought you missed me," The fox replied, snickering. Stiles' glare only hardened. The fox sighed wistfully, now smiling at him. "And after all I've done to prepare for you..." Stiles froze, his stomach dropping. What? The hell did it mean by that? Actually, screw that. Stiles didn't want to know. It would probably be best if he didn't know.

"Sounds great. I'll put it in my calendar. I'm free between the 8th of never and the 22nd of go fuck yourself," Stiles snarked, still glaring at the fox as he took quick steps back. He gripped the door of his Jeep, quickly wrenching it open and never once taking his eyes off the fox in human form. The aforementioned fox made no move to stop him, simply watching Stiles with amused eyes, not looking worried in the slightest, which very much worried Stiles. Still not taking his eyes off of it, Stiles hauled half of his body into his Jeep, blinding patting down the surfaces for his phone. Still, the Nogitsune made no move and it made Stiles anxious as hell. He could never tell what the damn thing wanted, aside from chaos. But this wasn't exactly chaotic. Maybe the Nogitsune was waiting for something? The thought made Stiles shiver because if it was, then Stiles was probably walking right into its trap.

His fingers finally caught his phone and he stepped out of his Jeep, keeping the door open and hiding his phone behind it. The fox probably already knew what he was doing but Stiles would rather not take his chances. There was a very minimal chance that the Fox wasn't entirely certain what he was doing. Stiles locked eyes with the fox again, glaring murderously, hate in his eyes. Stiles wasn't a person who held a lot of hate within him but the Nogitsune was an exception. The amount of hate he held for the Nogitsune almost suffocated him. He typed his password in without looking, having to make several attempts at getting it right without looking. After the third try, he was lucky enough to get in without his phone locking him out. Which was usually just his luck and Stiles thanked whatever deity that was out there listening to his prayers.

Still, the fox just smiled at him, watching him with amusement in its dark green eyes. Stiles brought up his notes, writing a very quick and brief message before leaving his notes and pulling up his contacts, instinctively knowing where Scott's number was saved and clicking on it. His eyes darted to his phone quickly, ensuring he was pressing the right buttons. His finger hovered over the call button and he turned back to the Nogitsune. Just before he pressed the call button, he hesitated. The fox was far too calm for his liking and Stiles could tell it knew what he was trying to do. But it wasn't doing anything about it. It was letting him call Scott and probably the rest of the pack. This was a trap if he'd ever seen one and alarms went off in his head. If he called Scott here just to land the Alpha in the Nogitsune's trap and got him hurt, Stiles would never forgive himself.

He had already hurt the pack enough and if this time he willingly brought harm to them... Stiles wouldn't be able to live with himself. Frankly, he would rather die.

He lowered his phone, unsure. There was a risk in both actions. If he called Scott, he could be bringing him right into a trap. If he didn't, he could be causing himself a lot of harm. If it wanted Scott, it could have found him when the Alpha was out searching for it... But instead, it had come right to Stiles and had said something about having prepared something for him? Stiles tensed, only just remembering those words, however. There was a risk in both actions and he seriously needed to consider his options heavily. If he made the wrong choice, it could be deadly for everyone. But, being the loyal self-sacrificing idiot he was, he lowered his phone anyway. He really would rather die than so much as risk bringing Scott straight into a trap.

The Nogitsune tilted its head, its eyes flickering to the phone and back to Stiles' eyes. It smiled, mocking. "What's wrong? Aren't you going to call your precious pack?" The sentence was smooth and Stiles picked up the undertone of malice in it. The Nogitsune was playing a dangerous game, as always, with an endgame filled with bloodshed. Stiles swallowed past the lump in his throat.

"What do you want?" He forced out, holding his gaze steady. His finger hovered over the call button just in case. In case the Nogitsune actually starting saying something useful, he might need Scott to hear it. The smirk on the trickster's face grew, wide and threatening. It looked insane. It probably was.

"I want my host back," The Nogitsune stated, watching Stiles intently. Stiles froze, body tensing as his blood ran cold. He stumbled back in shock, eyes widening. He wanted what? Instinctively, he pressed the call button. If the Nogitsune was going to try to possess him again, he couldn't let the fox trick the pack again.

"You already have a host," Stiles whispering, begging to no-one that this was just another trick, another lie to mess with his head. He could hear the blood rushing in his head, blocking out sound as his phone trilled in his hand. He could feel the blood pumping throughout his body and he twitched anxiously, recalling the feeling of actually being in control of himself. Hell, he savoured it and he wasn't ready - he never would be - to give up control of his body again.

The Nogitsune smiled, beginning to walk towards him and Stiles' breath hitched. No, he wasn't going to be possessed again. Not by this thing. This creature that longed and craved for violence, blood and death. He couldn't let it happen again. Not while he had a fighting chance. Although, that being said, he couldn't actually fight against the Nogitsune. He needed to find another way out of this. If it came down to a physical fight, Stiles would be completely done for. He couldn't win against a regular human on a daily basis, let alone an already strong human possessed by a dark spirit that gave their host more strength. Using his head had always been his strong suit but the Nogitsune was smart, probably even smarter than him and had way more experience than he did. If he was going to outsmart the Nogitsune, he would have to think of something that even the Nogitsune wouldn't see coming. Which was... going to be very hard.

Scott picked up on the second ring. "Stiles?" His voice came through the speaker and Stiles stumbled back some more as the Nogitsune began to close in. His eyes darted around, looking for anything he could to help him formulate a plan. Trees, his Jeep, a lamppost, some houses that looked currently empty - Stiles wouldn't yell out for help, that would be like asking the Nogitsune to kill random people - Stiles focused on the gardens. One had a small foundation, surrounded by rocks which Stiles could pick up and throw but that wouldn't be very effective against the dark spirit. Some flowers and Stiles quickly scanned them, hoping that one of them would be something a supernatural creature would be weak against but of course, no such luck. He lifted the phone to his ear.

"The Nogitsune is here. Don't fall for his tricks, it might not be me when you see me," Stiles breathed out in a rush, wanting to warn Scott before the Nogitsune made an official move. Moving faster than Stiles expected, the Nogitsune was suddenly right in front of him, tightly gripping the wrist that held his phone. Stiles grunted in pain at the bruising grip. The fox pried his hand away from his ear, grinning wickedly.

"Where are you?" Scott demanded urgently and Stiles could easily hear the worry he wasn't bothering to hide. Stiles opened his mouth to answer but the Nogitsune slapped its other hand over his mouth and shoved him backwards into the back of his Jeep. Stiles grunted in pain, gripping his phone tightly and bringing his free hand up to try to pull the trickster's hand off his mouth. It didn't budge and Stiles made a muffled protest, trying to twist his head out of the fox's grip. The hand just followed him, not releasing him. The trickster smiled at him, mocking him silently.

"Stiles?! Stiles!" Scott was calling him. Stiles grunted, trying to shake the hand off of his face but the Nogitsune was persistent in keeping him quiet. "What's going on? What happened?! Stiles!" When shaking his head proved to be fruitless, Stiles tried to bite the hand. It took a few attempts but he eventually managed to catch the skin in his mouth and bite down with all his strength. The fox's smile only widened, not looking pained in the slightest. Of course. Stiles' eyes darted to the phone still in hand, hearing Scott still calling for him. The Nogitsune followed his gaze, tilting its head almost innocently before looking back to Stiles. The fox pressed its body into Stiles, pushing Stiles into the Jeep more and crushing him slightly, making it a bit harder to breathe. The hand on his mouth remained firm.

"Ssshhh, Stiles. Wouldn't want to ruin the fun now, would we?" The fox whispered, smirking, the look in its eyes getting darker with malice and glee. The grip on his wrist continued to tighten until Stiles couldn't take the pressure anymore and was forced to drop his phone. The phone clattered to the ground, Stiles letting out a muffled whimper. The hand pressed into his mouth more, the pressure beginning to hurt.

"Stiles! Stiles! I'm coming to find you! Just- just- uh, hold on! I'll find you! I'm coming to get you, Stiles!" He could still hear Scott's voice through the speaker. He looked desperately down to his phone the best he could, willing Scott to not try to find him. Wishing that Scott would stay where he was and out of harm's way - out of the fox's way, just this once. The Nogitsune slowly looked down to the phone, smiled mockingly and then looked at Stiles with another smirk.

"Then we better get going, Stiles. Wouldn't want to still be here when he arrives, now would we?" The fox whispered, yanking Stiles forward by his wrist. Stiles stumbled, not expecting the movement and before he could do anything to resist, the Nogitsune took its hand away from his mouth, grabbing his head and slamming it into the boot of his Jeep. Stiles collapsed to the ground in a heap of limbs, everything turning black.