Eichen House | Night

[robinonadderall]

Stiles	Stiles woke up in a locker, scared and confused. From what he could see through the slats it seemed he might have been in the school locker room, but there were way more lockers than usual. A dream. This had to have been a dream. Oh god, he was asleep... "No, no, no. Hey, hey! Let me out!" Stiles shouted, pushing against the locker door. "Let me ouuuut! Let me out!" A shadow passing by made Stiles go still.
The nogitsune	The nogistune outside of the locker scraped bandage-covered fingers against the lockers. "Let me in."
Stiles	"What--what do you mean?" Stupid question. He knew. He knew what the nogitsune wanted.
The nogitsune	The nogitsune made an irritated sound. "You know."
Stiles	Stiles banged his head against the locker door, trying to fight back tears. "Okay screw you and your stupid riddles!"
The nogitsune	The nogitsune slammed his hand against the locker door. "No deal this time, Stiles. You know what it means."
Stiles	Stiles choked back a sob. "Just let me out. Let me out of here!"
The nogitsune	The nogitsune slammed his hands against the lockers again and screamed. "LET ME IN!"
Stiles	Stiles woke up with a scream, immediately pushing away the hands that were trying to grab at him.
Malia	"Shh! Hey, hey, hey!" Malia said, trying to keep Stiles still. "Shh! Shut up!"
Stiles	Stiles stilled, looking at Malia with confusion. "What--how did you get in here?"
Malia	Malia looked back at the door. It looked like it had seen better days. "I broke the lock. If I concentrate I can be pretty strong." She started to pull Stiles up from the floor. "Get up. There's another way to the basement. Through the closed unit, where they keep the real psychos."
Stiles	The closed unit was not the creepy One Flew Over a Cuckoo's Nest thing Stiles expected it to be. It was actually pretty quiet. He wished he had known about it before Brunsky had injected him with drugs. The basement looked like a basement to him. Dark, dusty...nothing really making it stand out at first glance.
Malia	Malia had the same assessment. "Do you even know what you're looking for?"
Stiles	Stiles turned a corner of the basement and stopped in his tracks. "Something to do with that." He pointed at the wall where a kanji was carved into the stone.
Malia	Malia crouched down in front of the wall, placing her hand against the symbol. "What's it mean?"
Stiles	"Self," Stiles answered.
Malia	"Maybe you should tell me more?" Because that answered nothing.
Stiles	Stiles sighed. "You might not like me if you know any more."
Malia	"Try to remember I'm a werecoyote who murdered her own family," Malia said. "I won't judge, I promise." And she didn't, even after Stiles explained that he had killed several people.
Stiles	Which was impressive. He got why Scott and Derek hadn't judged, but Malia had no reason to cut him some slack. And yet she hadn't blamed him one bit. When he had stopped talking the two of them settled down on the smelly old couch the basement had for some reason and started going through the old files somebody had stacked away in there. Stiles doubted they'd find anything but he knew something had to turn up in this basement.
Malia	"This place used to be a lot more fun," Malia said, sifting through some papers. "Electric shock, ice baths...trepanation?"
Stiles	"That's what Oliver was so upset about," Stiles said. "Trepanation is when they drill into your head." What? He wiki'ed everything.
Malia	"No wonder they don't want anybody down here." Now if some hack were writing this, this would probably be where some random unnecessary make out would happen. But that would not be the case right now. Instead Malia tilted her head to the side, like an animal who had heard something in the distance. She looked over in the direction of the kanji on the wall. "Did you hear that?" Malia got up off the couch and to the wall. She tapped against the kanji. It sounded hollow, she could hear the extra air behind the wall moving around.
Stiles	Stiles gently moved Malia out of the way before picking up a pipe from the floor. It took a couple of tries (he was just a mere human, okay?) but he managed to break through the wall. He pulled away bits of concrete until he could see clearly into an extra room that had been walled up by someone. Inside was the corpse of a man in an aviator jacket, wrapped completely in bandages. Stiles let out a shaky breath. "This is him."
Malia	"The nogitsune?" Malia asked. She carefully stuck her hands into the pockets of the jacket until she pulled out an old ID card. "Recognize him?"
Stiles	Stiles looked down at the ID. He didn't know anybody named Rhys. "I gotta get this to Scott." He stood up straight only to find himself down on the ground again as a taser got jabbed against his ribs.
Oliver	Oliver stood in front of Stiles, taser in hand. "You took Brunsky's keys. I took his stun gun." He jabbed Malia when she tried to get up and soon she was on the ground next to Stiles. He pulled a needle out of one of his pockets. "I also got his haldol." Turns out that was for Malia too. "Like I was saying, Stiles, I heard they used to do trepanation here..."
Stiles	Stiles struggled to move, trying to get to Malia but it was no use. "Oliver, what are you doing?"
Oliver	Oliver picked up a drill. "I'm gonna let the evil spirits out."
Stiles	Oliver must had some extra haldol on him because one minute Stiles was struggling on the floor and the next he was waking up tied to a chair. A tilt of his head showed that Malia was in a similar situation, only she was still knocked out.
Oliver	"I borrowed a few pointers from the 5 point restraint," he said, nodding at the buckles binding Stiles to the chair. He started to laugh until it turned into a hacking cough.
Stiles	Stiles struggled against the restraints. "Oliver, stop this."
Oliver	Oliver kept on coughing, sounding worse and worse until he finally spit up blood into his hand. Not just blood. A fly.
Stiles	"Oliver, stop, listen to me." Stiles struggled even more when he saw Oliver was going for the drill again. "Oliver stop!"
The nogitsune	A voice called out from a corner in the basement. "That's enough."
Stiles	Stiles turned his head in the direction of the voice. It was hard to see in the dark but Stiles could just make out the shape of the nogitsune in the corner. "You did this. You got into his head."
The nogitsune	The nogitsune chuckled. "Every Dracula needs a Renfield."
Stiles	Stiles could see that Oliver had moved on to where Malia was still unconscious, the drill still in his hand. "Please let her go."
The nogitsune	"Let me in." The nogitsune moved from his corner, approaching Stiles who was still trying to get out of his restraints. "Stiles. Do you want her to leave here alive? Do you want us to leave? We can walk out of this place."
Stiles	Stiles pulled against the restraints so hard that he felt like the leather was cutting right into his skin. The nogitsune kept whispering to let him in over and over and it made Stiles want to cry. He couldn't let him in, he couldn't. But then Oliver turned the drill on and had it hovering near Malia's temple. "Just let her go, please!"
The nogitsune	"Let me in, Stiles!" he shouted. "Let. Me. In."
Stiles	Stiles pressed back against the chair, tears running down his face. He knew that the nogitsune would do more damage than drill a hole in Malia's head if he took control again but he couldn't sit here and watch this happen. He couldn't.
The nogitsune	The nogitsune leaned in close to Stiles. "You let me in, I'll let her live."
Stiles	There really wasn't anything left to say. He couldn't let Malia die so he had no other choice. He relaxed against the chair, cleared his mind and let the nogitsune in.
The nogitsune	When Stiles' eyes opened again it wasn't Stiles at the wheel. "Oliver." A promise was a promise. The nogitsune ripped the restraints off his wrists easily and approached the boy holding the drill.
Oliver	Oliver obediently pulled the drill away from Malia's head, only looking slightly disappointed that he didn't get to use it.
The nogitsune	The nogitsune pulled the drill out of Oliver's hands, giving the boy a once over. Once he determined he wouldn't be any more use to him, the nogitsune slammed the end of the drill into Oliver's head. There was something satisfying about watching him hit the concrete floor.
Malia	There was a groaning noise as Malia slowly began to come to. "...Stiles?"
The nogitsune	The nogitsune nodded and bent down to undo her restraints. "It's okay. You're going to be okay."

[Taken from TW 3x20 "Echo House". Warning for mental torture and canon-level violence. NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]