Unknown Basement | Night

[robinonadderall]

Stiles	Stiles found himself cold and alone in a dark room. He didn't know how he got there, but judging from the pajamas and the lack of shoes he must have been sleepwalking. Why did he have to sleepwalk the one night he was in Beacon Hills where it was almost winter? It was unbearably cold. Stiles attempted to sit up to gauge his surroundings but found that his foot was trapped on something. And some part of him really didn't want to look. So he didn't. Instead he pulled out his phone and called Scott.
Scott	"Hey man, what's up?" Scott said, sounding like he had been woken up. The tone got more serious when he heard only heavy breathing on the line. "Stiles? Stiles are you there?"
Stiles	"Scott, I don't know where I am, I don't know how I got here," he said, sounding frantic. "I-I think I was sleepwalking."
Scott	Scott stood up, fully alert now. "Okay, um, can you see anything? Tell me what you see."
Stiles	"It's dark, hard to see," Stiles said. A crackling noise came from his phone. "Oh no, I think there's something wrong with my--" Then the line went dead. Stiles cursed, trying to keep calm but it was kind of hard when you were in this situation. He still didn't know why he couldn't move his foot, couldn't see anything, and the room had this smell to it that made Stiles want to puke. He got his phone signal again and called Scott back. "Scott I don't think I can get out of here, I can't move."
Scott	"Where are you?" he asked. "Stiles, you need to give me something."
Stiles	"I don't know, it's too dark I can't see much," he said. "But there's something wrong with my leg it's stuck on something, I think it's bleeding." There was something warm running down it, but it didn't hurt all that much. Might be shock.
Scott	"How bad? Stiles, how bad is it? Stiles? Can you hear me?"
Stiles	"There's some kind of smell down here, something smells terrible. It's brutal, my eyes are watering." It was disgusting, he seriously thought he was going to puke.
Scott	That did not help at all, Stiles. "Okay, listen, I'm going to call your dad--"
Stiles	"No, no, don't!" He wasn't quite sure why that came out so quickly and intensely, but he felt it with every fiber of his being. His dad could not know about his.
Scott	"But your dad--" Yeah, Scott didn't understand this either.
Stiles	"Just please don't call him. Don't call Derek either. Promise me you won't," Stiles begged. "They already worry about me too much, Scott, please."
Scott	"What if I can't find you?" Scott asked. "Stiles, I can't make a promise like that."
Stiles	"No, no, no please don't call them, just come find me," Stiles said, bordering on tears now. "You can do it they don't have to know, Scott. You can come find me."
Scott	"I don't know if I can do this," Scott said.
Stiles	Stiles wasn't really listening, too distracted by a noise he heard. It was soft, but it sounded like fabric rustling together. Like somebody was walking around the room. "Oh no, I have to call you back. I have to turn the phone off," Stiles said, ignoring Scott's protests. "I'm gonna call you right back." Stiles hung up, now listening carefully for any movement. It was almost impossible to see anything and he didn't want to waste his phone battery one creating light just yet. After a few minutes of no odd sound, Stiles risked calling Scott again, only this time he spoke in a whisper. "Did you call him? Did you call my dad? Derek?"
Scott	"No, just Lydia," he said. "I'm coming to find you, she's going to call Allison. Can you figure out where you are? Try to find something to tell us where to look."
Stiles	"A basement?" Stiles guessed. It was dark, grimy and cold but he was still inside. "Some kind of--some kind of basement."
Scott	"In a house?" he asked.
Stiles	"No, it looks bigger, industrial. It's cold--it's freezing down here." There was that shuffling noise again. "I gotta--I gotta turn off the phone, Scott, it's gonna die."
Scott	Suddenly Scott realized what was off about this conversation since Stiles called back. "Stiles, why are you whispering?"
Stiles	"...because I think there's someone in here with me," he breathed before hanging up. He hoped Scott could sniff him out or something, because he honestly didn't have any other answers. Fumbling with his phone, Stiles decided to use whatever was left of his battery to shine a light on the place. He pointed it down towards his foot to see what was going on--oh god he was going to throw up. He was going to pass out or throw up. Or he was going to scream. Yeah, that's what he did, scream out in pain because his foot was caught in a steel jawed trap. How did he not feel that until now? The clanking of metal that was most certainly not from the trap on his foot quieted Stiles' cries. This time he knew somebody was there. "Who's there?" Stiles asked, flashing the light on his phone around the room. "I know you're there, I can hear you." When he didn't get an answer, Stiles squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to hold back frustrated tears. When he opened them again he tried to find the intruder once more. Stiles almost passed him the first time he went over him with the light, but further inspection proved Stiles right. There was a man in the room, crouched down facing the wall. He appeared to be drawing on the wall with chalk. "Who are you?" Stiles asked. No answer. Instead the man dropped the chalk on the ground where it rolled towards Stiles. He focused the light on the chalk for the moment and when he lifted the phone back up the man was gone, but Stiles could see what he wrote on the wall. A kanji. "Self," Stiles said softly. A sudden wind (in a basement? That was weird) came in and blew the chalk off the wall. Of course that creepy incident is when Stiles' phone decided to die. Determined to get out of there, Stiles sat up and tried getting his foot out of the trap but only succeeded in causing himself extreme pain. "Who are you?!" Stiles shouted at the figure.
The nogitsune	The figure decided to speak then. Only he was speaking a different language. In the dim light of the room it was obvious his face was wrapped except for his mouth where shiny metal teeth gleamed.
Stiles	"I don't--" Stiles choked back a sob. "I don't understand."
The nogitsune	Oh fine, he'd speak English. Sheesh. "Not 'who are you', Stiles," he said, his voice sounding deep and scratchy. "Who are we."
Stiles	Stiles froze, stopping his painful escape attempt. He didn't like the sound of that.
The nogistune	"It's getting colder, Stiles," the man said. "Did you notice that we stopped shivering? Do you know why that's a bad sign?"
Stiles	"It's the body trying conserve energy," he answered, only now noticing that it was true. He wasn't shivering anymore. "It was my fifth grade science report---hypothermia."
The nogistune	"Next comes fatigue. Confusion." He knew a lot for a masked guy with metal teeth. "We're going to die if we don't get out of here."
Stiles	"Stop saying that," Stiles said. "Stop saying we."
The nogitsune	"We're trying to keep you from freezing to death," he said. "You better get out, Stiles." Because he wasn't about to die here, you little shit.
Stiles	"How, there's a freaking steel jawed trap on my leg!" Stiles shouted.
The nogitsune	The figure moved closer, crouching down near Stiles. "Is there? Notice something different? It was on your right leg before, wasn't it?"
Stiles	Stiles looked down at his leg. It seemed to be on the same foot to him. "No, no..."
The nogitsune	"Are you sure?"
Stiles	Stiles looked up at the man, only for a split second, but when he looked down again the trap was indeed on the other leg. Stiles started shaking again and this time it wasn't from the cold. "What is this?" he asked. "What are you doing?"
The nogitsune	"We're trying to save you, Stiles," he said. "We're trying to save your life." The man picked up the piece of chalk again and wrote the kanji for self on the wall. "You don't understand, do you? It's a riddle. Do you know any riddles, Stiles?"
Stiles	"A f-few," he answered, having no clue where this was going.
The nogitsune	"What gets bigger the more you take away?" he asked.
Stiles	"A hole." Easy one. Though he still didn't get what was going on here.
The nogitsune	"What gets wetter the more it dries?"
Stiles	"A towel." Seriously, what the fuck was this?
The nogitsune	He liked riddles, okay? "When is a door not a door?"
Stiles	That one gave Stiles pause. Not because he didn't know the answer, but because he had heard it before. "When it's ajar."
The nogitsune	"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it," the man said, placing his hand on the kanji. "What is it?"
Stiles	"I--I," Stiles shook his head. "I don't know."
The nogitsune	The man got up and moved towards Stiles again slowly. "Everyone has it but no one can lose it. What is it, Stiles?"
Stiles	"I don't--I don't know!" he shouted.
The nogitsune	"Everyone has it but no one can lose it!" You answer him, you answer him or you won't like the consequences.
Stiles	Instead of answering this time Stiles put his hands over his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. This was just a dream, it had to have been. He was at home, in bed.
The nogitsune	The man switched back to Japanese again, straight out yelling at Stiles now. When it seemed like he had enough he grabbed the chain to the bear trap attached to Stiles' leg and started dragging him away.
Stiles	"No! No!" Stiles screamed, clawing at the ground. "Please no! Wait! Wait!"
Melissa	Stiles was screaming as Melissa pulled him out of the coyote den he had somehow sleep walked into. She wrapped both arms around him, trusting her ex to use his good hand to stop Stiles if he tried to run off. "Stiles, you need to wake up!" Melissa said. "Stiles, wake up!"
Stiles	"Wait! Wait!" Stiles was jerked out of sleep, still yelling the words. He thrashed around for a few moments, not realizing where he was or who was holding him. It wasn't until he caught sight of Scott's dad that he realized he was safe.
Melissa	"You're alright, you're alright. You're okay," Melissa said, calmly. "Stiles, you're okay."
Stiles	Stiles took in a breath, trying to shake off the anxiety and fear he felt. Everything felt like a blur. He remembered being cold and scared, but anything beyond that was gone. "Is everybody okay?" he croaked. It was a little odd that Melissa and Raphael (he didn't really have his agent face on right now) had found him first.
Agent McCall	"They're going to be once they find out you've been found," Agent McCall said. "You've got half the town looking for you, kid. You're lucky you and I have the same sensitivity to whatever they sprayed in the coyote den to keep wolves away."
Melissa	"We'll have your dad meet you at the hospital," Melissa said. "You're going to need to be checked out, make sure you don't actually have hypothermia."
Stiles	Stiles nodded. "Okay." It was embarrassing, being caught sleepwalking this far out, but he was grateful to be found. He didn't even want to know why he ended up here.

[Taken from TW 3x18 "Riddled" which is an A+ episode and if you watch any episode of Teen Wolf it should be this one. NFI, NFB but OOC is always welcome. Trigger warnings for canon-level torture and violence. Up now 'cause I gotta go to work tonight]