[ This is the first time Stiles has been anywhere near the room he and Derek used to really share. He'd lived with Scott for most of his time in Wonderland, but in the last two years, he'd "moved out" so to speak, and ended up in here. There are none of the personal touches that had made it theirs, just familiar stacks of books, and when Stiles shuts his eyes, he can see the tears in the very walls of the room, ripped asunder, the bed they used to share destroyed in the Jabberwocky's mad rage to decimate the entire mansion.
All he can really do is try to fight it. Every hallucination is different, but if one thing is the same, it's that he can never connect to reality when they're happening, like he's stuck in a constant, looping nightmare. Stiles shudders as he gets crowded against the door, and suddenly, everything is just surrounded, and the world goes muffled--static visions over Derek's shoulders get pushed away, just clawing at the edge of his vision, and he melts into it a little, his hands instantly coming up and finding a grip, an anchor, scrabbling across his jacket and curling up tight, whispering to himself--I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ]
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All he can really do is try to fight it. Every hallucination is different, but if one thing is the same, it's that he can never connect to reality when they're happening, like he's stuck in a constant, looping nightmare. Stiles shudders as he gets crowded against the door, and suddenly, everything is just surrounded, and the world goes muffled--static visions over Derek's shoulders get pushed away, just clawing at the edge of his vision, and he melts into it a little, his hands instantly coming up and finding a grip, an anchor, scrabbling across his jacket and curling up tight, whispering to himself--I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ]