Inside the mind of paranoia (editing.)

Deal

The Nogitsune had escaped luckily. He had gone back to the woods which Stiles was familiar with, since he didn't have his full power back...yet. The process of becoming one was going much slower than he had imagined, almost as if...he was resisting. The Nogitsune was furious at the thought. Scott had gotten into his head once more and now he was resisting. The Nogitsune didn't have much time on his hands, he wasn't fully powerful right now since the subconscious combination was taking most of his energy. But he needed to have leverage over the pack, to mess with their minds even more. The Nogitsune sat by a tree and closed his eyes becoming in tune with Stiles's mind.

In a Blink of an eye he was suddenly back in the dark, gooey place where Stiles had been held for quite some time now. "Stiles." He called out, waiting to see his face standing in front of him. "I thought you knew better than to resist." He said as he came face to face with a paranoid version of the body he had taken over. Stiles looked at him, his whole body shaky. He looked on edge, like his sanity was slipping away more and more.

Stiles could barely grasp what was real and fake at this point. He had been and out of reality so much that the line for real and pretend had grown faded. He looked at a twisted version of himself but to Stiles...it was as if he was looking into a mirror. "W-What's going on?" Stiles shook as he crossed his arms together. He could barely keep himself together. His eyes were heavy and his eye bags were a dark red, while his eyes took on a brighter version of the color but both were from a lack of sleep. He still had his loose blue shirt on with his white pajama pants with some sort of a flannel design on them. Nothing had changed except for the fact that he looked worse, no...he felt worse.

The Nogitsune smiled at this broken version of his host. He maintained a distance between them but Stiles still felt claustrophobic from the tension. "Stiles you know what's going on yet...you still let Scotty get to you, huh?" He looked at Stiles his expression of sinister joy faded into seriousness. He began to walk slowly, approaching Stiles.

Stiles didn't try to move or oppose he just stood there staring at the dark abyss around him. "But Scott's my best friend. He's right, isn't he?" Stiles said almost as if he was talking to himself now. His face displayed one of confusion, misguidance, and oh so much pain. He didn't know wether to trust Scott or The Nogitsune.

"Is that really a question?" The Nogitsune gave him the same sarcastic expression Stiles would've given Scott. Stiles just stared at him, a sort of sadness washing over his face. Tears welled up in his eyes and his lips were slightly parted like he wanted to say something but couldn't bring himself to do so.

The Nogitsune now stood in front of Stiles only a few feet apart. Stiles wanted to back away, to flee. But he remained still as he shivered in fear for what was to come. He began to speak softly,"But he said he...he could help me." He looked down at the dark, liquid like floor. Which he had been staring at for quite some time but had found it comforting in a way. It was the only thing that hadn't changed. "But-" Stiles began to speak, he seemed to choke on his own words. He just wanted to scream in hope his Dad, Scott, or anyone for that matter would hear him. But he took a deep breath to keep his composure knowing he was on the brink of going crazy. "But every time I try to scream for help I just end up screaming at them...Every time I try-"

"It fails." The Nogitsune said cooly with a sort of calm. It sent shivers down Stiles's spine. The Nogitsune stepped closer knowing well that Stiles wouldn't move. "Y'know what's worse? It's that Scott doesn't understand that it's a cry for help, But I do." As he finished his sentence he put his arm on Stiles's shoulder as if comforting him. He smiled genuinely, which wasn't normal. It looked just like how Stiles would smile. Asymmetrical yet radiant. Stiles just wanted to reach out and touch his face wondering if it was real...wondering if he would feel the touch instead. Nonetheless he didn't move a muscle in fear that one tiny move would break him. He felt so fragile.

He looked back up at The Nogitsune and backed away from him slowly just enough so that he wasn't touching him anymore. Stiles was afraid to speak up, afraid of what might happen to him if he does so. He thought that if he did something would happen to the pack, but he needed to risk it. "Then how come I'm still stuck in my mind?" Stiles spoke barely above a whisper. He looked down at his shaky hands.

"Hmm?" The Nogitsune said slightly aggravated. He couldn't stand the fact that he was going to have to break him down once again when he had done it once before. He stared at him, his smile growing bigger to match his annoyance.

"How come your not listening to my cry for help if you can hear it!?" Stiles screamed at The Nogitsune, disrupting the silence. He stepped forward angrily as he spoke, shaking the gooey ground. "HOW COME I'M STUCK IN HERE!?" Stiles screamed out. He couldn't take it anymore. Tears streamed down his face but he didn't care anymore. He needed to know why this was happening.

The Nogitsune just began to chuckle a bit, covering his mouth as he did so. "But Stiles...I have been listening to you." He said it so confidently it made Stiles look back up at him. He suddenly teleported right behind Stiles and whispered into his ear, "You're the one who wanted to be powerful. That's why we're becoming one...remember?" Those words pierced through Stiles's heart like an arrow. He began to recall what he felt when he saw what he did, when he did what he did. He knew The Nogitsune was right...Stiles did like having power. But that's not the worst part, no. The worst part was Stiles felt more in control with this power than he ever had. So when The Nogitsune offered to combine themselves together Stiles accepted, even though he knew it was wrong. Although Stiles knew this, he still said yes. He feels like he regrets his choice now but...he also feels crazy. Trusting his gut is not particularly smart at the moment. "What do you think Scott will do when he finds out?" The Nogitsune inquired, interrupting Stiles's thinking.

Stiles stared at him his eyes more red then before, his face felt hot from crying. "What do you mean?" Stiles said confused. He felt a thump form on his throat, telling him to stop speaking.

"When he finds out how you felt about doing everything. He knows you're just as guilty as I am-"

"I'm nothing like you." Stiles interrupted. He couldn't stand hearing these words come from his own mouth. It was jarring in a way. He hadn't thought about any of this yet...he seemed to be right.

The Nogitsune laughed as he just looked Stiles up and down. "Scott won't see it that way. He'll see you as another threat, like he used to." He said smiling at his last sentence. He ran his hand through his hair as he laughed to himself.

"What do you mean like he used to?" Stiles said sharply. He didn't have any more time for The Nogitsune's games. He wanted answers.

"Well..." The Nogitsune stared to speak. "He's always been jealous of you, well before he was bitten...Stiles why exactly do you think he's trying to separate us?" His voice lingered on the word us. He looked at Stiles as if he was stupid.

The Nogitsune had changed up the sentence so fast Stiles barely had time to think. "Because he wants to save-"

"Because he's jealous of your power. Our power when we're combined." The Nogitsune interrupted. He leaned his head slightly forward as if that helped project his voice further. But he could tell when he looked at Stiles that...he actually believed him. "So Stiles. Will you stop resisting so we can become powerful... together." The Nogitsune held his hand out waiting for a handshake to signify their deal.

Stiles contemplated his offer for a minute before stepping forward and grabbing his hand with his own. "Fine, you have a deal."