[ There's a faint sound of someone wheezing upon entrance to the game room; curled up in a corner is maybe a fifteen second loop of a ghost of Stiles, in the middle of a panic attack; he has his hands in his hair, curled over prostrate in a ball, and it's muttering to itself. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I wish I was dead. I wish I was dead, I wish I was dead, no, please, please no--
And it cuts itself off with a scream, and repeats again. ]
ii. the garden.
[ Outside in the snow, there's a mix of ghosts who are mostly faceless, laughing and talking, and Stiles is among them, holding what looks like a glass of champagne.
"I always knew you were going to totally score in the marriage department. I just didn't think you were going to score two."
He raises the champagne glass, warmth and pride in his eyes. "Congrats, Scott, Isaac, Allison. You don't know it yet, but your 'honeymoon''s gonna be a week off from your fourth spouse."
Stiles gestures at himself--there's a ripple of laughter, and then it loops, again. ]
iii. tea room.
[ "If we throw it in the Core, it could be gone for good. " is all the ghost says, standing in front of a table with a bunch of papers spread out in front of him, maybe a map. He sounds confident, and looks up with a little grin on his face. ]
iv. derek's room. [ locked to derek hale. ]
[ The loop starts with what looks like a playful argument. The two ghosts are near Derek's bed, and Stiles' is wearing a beat up henley and pulling Derek in by the shirt. He mouths something to him, wiggles his eyebrows, and Derek rolls his eyes in response, but leans in as Stiles tugs on his shirt and smiles into the kiss.
It ends with them falling backwards onto the bed, Derek giving him a flat stare and saying something, only to rub his stubble on his face, and Stiles howling with laughter. ]
v. main hall.
[ The Jabberwocky stands in what would have been carnage and destruction, and Stiles's ghost is screaming at it, arms opened wide like it's for surrender.
Get at me, come on, come on!
There's a roar as it sweeps in and catches Stiles in its jaws--there's a sickening crunch, and the loop ends. ]
stiles stilinski | various locations
[ There's a faint sound of someone wheezing upon entrance to the game room; curled up in a corner is maybe a fifteen second loop of a ghost of Stiles, in the middle of a panic attack; he has his hands in his hair, curled over prostrate in a ball, and it's muttering to itself. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I wish I was dead. I wish I was dead, I wish I was dead, no, please, please no--
And it cuts itself off with a scream, and repeats again. ]
ii. the garden.
[ Outside in the snow, there's a mix of ghosts who are mostly faceless, laughing and talking, and Stiles is among them, holding what looks like a glass of champagne.
"I always knew you were going to totally score in the marriage department. I just didn't think you were going to score two."
He raises the champagne glass, warmth and pride in his eyes. "Congrats, Scott, Isaac, Allison. You don't know it yet, but your 'honeymoon''s gonna be a week off from your fourth spouse."
Stiles gestures at himself--there's a ripple of laughter, and then it loops, again. ]
iii. tea room.
[ "If we throw it in the Core, it could be gone for good. " is all the ghost says, standing in front of a table with a bunch of papers spread out in front of him, maybe a map. He sounds confident, and looks up with a little grin on his face. ]
iv. derek's room. [ locked to derek hale. ]
[ The loop starts with what looks like a playful argument. The two ghosts are near Derek's bed, and Stiles' is wearing a beat up henley and pulling Derek in by the shirt. He mouths something to him, wiggles his eyebrows, and Derek rolls his eyes in response, but leans in as Stiles tugs on his shirt and smiles into the kiss.
It ends with them falling backwards onto the bed, Derek giving him a flat stare and saying something, only to rub his stubble on his face, and Stiles howling with laughter. ]
v. main hall.
[ The Jabberwocky stands in what would have been carnage and destruction, and Stiles's ghost is screaming at it, arms opened wide like it's for surrender.
Get at me, come on, come on!
There's a roar as it sweeps in and catches Stiles in its jaws--there's a sickening crunch, and the loop ends. ]