❝Yell at me one more time and I swear to God I will fry your brain❞
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{teen wolf season 1-???}
{scott x oc}
{stiles x oc}
"right now, my anchor isn't doing too well, so I suggest you move away from me before I add to my body count."
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"This is so not how my vision played out." Maeve whimpered as she, Scott, Stiles, and Shawn hid from the alpha. The four were in the lockers themselves in the boy's locker room, which by the way, smelled utterly terrible,hoping and praying the alpha didn't know where they were.
"You had a vision about tonight and didn't think to warn us?" Stiles cried out from the locker across from her; even though Maeve couldn't see him, she did not doubt in her mind the spastic teen was flailing about with what little space he even had.
"Well, no, Stiles, I fucking didn't," Maeve hissed, suddenly not caring about how loud she was. The witch left town for three days, three fucking days, and somehow the three idiots found themselves in a shit show.
"Shut the fuck up, I hear something," Scott snapped, straining his ears, hearing something in the distance. Immediately shutting up, the three supernaturals and Stiles closed their eyes and waited, the four of them tensing up once they heard the door open. Suddenly Scott and Stiles were pulled out of the lockers, both of them screaming only to find out instead of the alpha pulling them out, it was the nighttime janitor. Sighing lowly, Shawn exited the locker next to Maeve and held out his arm for her to take.
"What the hell are you four doing in here?" The janitor yelled, clutching his chest, looking between the four bewildered.
"Quiet." Stiles hissed, grabbing onto his knees, still scarred from the initial shock.
"Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do kill me? All three of you get out." The janitor huffed, bending down to catch his breath.
"You mean go out there?" Maeve asked incredulously, "yeah fuck no."
"Will you just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles pleaded, reaching out to grab the janitor's arm in hopes it'd make him listen.
"Get the hell out, now." The janitor yelled, moving to grab Maeve, but before he could get the chance, Shawn let out a low growl causing him to falter. Instead of grabbing Maeve, he moved towards Scott and Stiles, pushing them out with Shawn and Maeve in tow.
"We just need one minute to explain, please," Scott pleaded, looking towards Maeve, who seemed uncharacteristically quiet.
"Just shut up and go," The janitor yelled, about to slam the locker room door in their faces, but before he could get the chance, he was yanked back, and the door slammed by itself. Not even moments later, his body was pushed against the door, his blood staining the glass. Deciding the four saw enough, Shawn began pushing Scott and Stiles to run while pulling a traumatized Maeve along.
As the four ran towards the door, they began pushing it in the hopes it'll open. Upon seeing it wasn't budging, Scott stuck his head out only to find out the doors weren't opening because a giant dumpster was pushed against it. "There's a dumpster blocking; Maeve, could you try and use your magic to push it back?"
