Lydia's POV

Being trapped inside of your own head sure was boring.

At least, I'm pretty sure that's where I am. All that I can remember at this point was the image of Theo's burning yellow eyes staring into my own as he plunged his claws into the back of my neck, stealing my memories, but I couldn't remember which ones. After that moment, I woke up in this place and have been here ever since.

It was strange being able to see my own self through different eyes it felt like. It wasn't like I was looking at myself in a mirror or in a reflection; so it made all of this more stranger than it already was. Seeing myself though only depressed me, because all I was doing was laying there in bed, eyes blank as they looked up at the celling.

Every time I saw myself, I would scream at myself to wake up; that my friends needed me, but I just sat there. I'm pathetic I told myself every time I thought about it. You're weak, you can't even pull yourself out of this.

So for the past few days, I roamed these empty halls, hoping to sometime wake up from this never-ending nightmare. Rarely did I ever see a person here, but there was one person that I always saw when he came to see me.

Stiles.

The first time I saw him, he was sitting at my bedside, telling me things that I wish I could have replied to. Seeing him here to visit me only made me fall more for him, and if I would have been able to tell him right then and there, he would know it. I'm sure he knows it deep down, but I've never spoken those words to anybody. He was the only person other than my mother who visited me, which either meant nobody cared, nobody knows, or something terrible has happened to all of them.

I refused to believe the last option.

I promised myself that when, or if I guess I should say, I wake up from this, I will save my friends. I will tell Stiles how I feel about him. I will make Theo pay for this. I will make it out alive. For my friends.

For Allison.

I stop in my place when I hear a door creak open, something that I didn't really hear very often here in this Hell. When I looked over to see which room it was, I couldn't see anything but darkness past the door, which was still slowly opening as if it was calling me to come in. So, I went in.

The moment I stepped inside, my eyes searched the room and found that it was a bathroom. It was pretty bare except for the single bathtub sitting at the end of the wall; looking abnormal to be there. I started to walk towards it for some reason, but soon stopped in my tracks the moment I saw a hand grasp the edge of the white surface.

The clean white tub was soon painted with a dark liquid as a figure started to rise up out of the substance, causing a gasp to leave my throat. Fright and fear suddenly fill my body as I watch a person stand, still unable to see their face. It was like I was frozen in place; I couldn't run even if I wanted to.

My heart pounds in my chest as the body falls onto the bathroom floor, crawling towards me as if this really was a nightmare. Only this time, I couldn't wake up, even if I really wanted to. I bite my tongue as I slam my eyes shut, imaging that this wasn't happening. I thought back to simpler times; times with Allison, Kira, and Malia, but this doesn't last for long when I suddenly feel air in my face.

My eyes slowly open then, deciding to face my fear. It wasn't like I could just stand here forever imagining that this wasn't happening, because it was. At least, it was in my head. When I opened my eyes however, I wasn't expecting to see Stiles standing there.

"S-Stiles?" I croak out, relief flooding my body. I realized then that he was covered head to toe with the black substance; something that reminded me of ink or tar.

His eyes stare into my own, but the moment I saw him cock his head to the side, I knew that this wasn't Stiles. "Try again, sweetheart."

I grit my teeth, knowing very well that this was the evil fox spirit that terrorized Beacon Hills and my friends last year. "What do you want."

He raises his eyebrows, his eyes never leaving my own. "Ah, so you do remember me. I missed wearing this face, not going to lie, but I'm not here for myself this time. I'm here for you."

I raise my eyebrows. "For me?"

"You want out of this place, don't you?" he taunts me, but I knew that he wasn't doing this for me. He was tricking me; it was what he did best. "I can show you how."

"Why should I trust you?" I demand, gaining more confidence suddenly. Now that I knew he wasn't here to hurt me, like he was before, I felt like I had power over him. "You killed my best friend and my ex boyfriend."

He takes a step backwards, shrugging his shoulders. "Not my fault, sweetheart. They stood in the way of my plan, so they did that to themselves. I'm not saying you should trust me, but you should at least hear what I have to say."

"No," I spit, remembering that feeling that had came across me when Allison had died. It haunted me at night, and seeing her murderer standing in front of me only amplified that feeling. "I'm not going to hear you out. Whatever you have to say might get me out of here, but I'd rather stay here and watch you rot."

I turn around to leave then, tired of hearing his lies, but suddenly stopped the moment he changed his tone. It didn't sound like Void; it sounded like Stiles. The real Stiles.

"Lydia," he says, tone soft, just how Stiles always talked. "I only care about getting you out of here. Please listen to me."

I look over my shoulder, telling myself that it wasn't really him, but it sounded just like him. I needed Stiles, and hearing and seeing him standing there made me want to go back even more. "How?"

He takes a step towards me, his movements looking just like the Stiles I knew. "I can teach you how to use your abilities, Lydia. I can show you how to save your friends, how to make Theo pay for what he did to you, and most importantly, how to wake up."

This isn't him, Lydia. It sounded so much like the real Stiles, I couldn't help but take his offer into consideration. But this was Void we're talking about...I can't trust him. He's just trying to trick me...but what if he isn't?

I stare at him for a long moment, watching his lips part slightly as he breathed in and out. "What's in it for you?"

He raises his eyebrows, not hesitating with his answer. "I'm not even real right now; I'm still trapped in that jar. You getting out of here doesn't benefit me at all, so nothing is in it for me. I'm just bored of this place. Plus, I don't want that fool Theo to ruin what chaos I already brought upon you and your friends. I'm the number one guy."

I didn't believe him, but I took his word for it. He stares at me, waiting for me to say something, anything. So after a short debate, I came up with my answer. For Stiles.

"Where do we start?"

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Stiles' POV

All I was focused on was getting Lydia out of Eichen as I stared at the keycard in my hands, still not being able to believe that I snatched it off the body guard the other day. The moment I saw her lying there in that bed, I knew I had to help her. Eichen wasn't a place for a girl like her.

I grab a marker off my table before jotting down a few ideas onto my board, right next to the drawing that I had made of Eichen earlier today. I needed a way in and a way out, and putting it all down helped me think better. I figured I should at least figure out the plan before I tell Scott about it. His plans always sucked.

"Stiles?"

The marker in my hand falls from the voice, literally making goosebumps rise on my arms. I whip around then, seeing the very person I was planning on breaking out. Lydia stands there with a weak smile on her face, bags under her eyes, but that wasn't what I was stuck on.

Her clothes and hands were covered with blood.

"Lydia?" I say, furrowing my eyebrows. If I wouldn't have seen the blood, I would have easily ran to her and wrapped my arms around her. "Wh..why are you covered in blood?"

She takes a step forwards, her eyes bright but tired. "I got out of there. I woke up from my Hell and I'm here now...I did it."

"What are you talking about?" I raise an eyebrow, suspicious of her. Something about her was more than off. "Lydia, did you hurt someone?"

By then, she was standing right in front of me, looking up at me with that lazy smile of hers. "Hurt? No...no, no. I had to do what I could to get out of there. You don't understand what I went through to get here."

I slowly pull her into a hug, not sure what else to do. "I'm glad you're back."

She rests her head onto my shoulder for a moment before all of sudden she was squirming out of my arms, almost as if I was trying to take her or something. I let her go quickly as she backs away from me, shaking her head. "You're not him. God, leave me alone! Get out of my head!"

I had no idea what she was talking about. "Lydia, I'm not who?"

"You're not Stiles!" she screams, bumping into the wall behind her. "You're just wearing his face, like you always have. You promised you would leave me alone...you promised me!"

She thought I was Void. "Lydia, I'm not the nogitsune. I swear-"

She cuts me off. "More lies. I'm sick of all of the-"

I'm running forwards then as she stops her sentence, falling to the ground as if she fainted. My hands barely catch her before her head could hit the ground, almost making my heart stop. I brush her hair out of her face as she stares up at me with lazy eyes, not looking right at all. Something was terribly wrong with her.

"Lydia, I'm taking you to the hospital," I state as I start to stand, carrying her in my arms, but before I could even do that, I feel a sharp pain in my leg, causing me to fall back down to the ground.

I gasp as I look down, seeing blood then. Lydia scrambles out of my arms as I hold my hand over the wound, still not sure what caused it. It wasn't until I looked up and saw that she was holding a knife that I realized what did it, but I couldn't figure out why.

But then it hit me.

My eyes water as I look up at her, no longer seeing the girl I fell in love with back in 3rd grade. "You're not Lydia."

"I got bored of your face," she says, rolling her eyes. "Thought I'd try a girl this time."

By this point, I was shaking with anger. "Let her go!"

"She made a deal with me," she says, kneeling down in front of me. "She didn't know it, but she agreed to it all. Call it making a deal with the Devil, if you will."

Now I knew what it felt like for all of my friends that had to deal with me when he possessed me. "You're not going to get away with this-"

"Yes I am," she grins, standing back up before clenching her fist. "Enjoy your nap."

I remember screaming her name before darkness consumed me.

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Well this was for sure different

It was completely inspired by this lovely edit I found on instagram, so inspiration credits go to them! (seriously though, manip goals)

hope you enjoyed this! A part two sure would be interesting...