There’s not much reason to talk. Sometimes, if he’s quiet enough he thinks his dad forgets him. If he’s quiet enough, and he hopes, Dad will walk right by. Those are good days.
Stiles gets a job as a hospital orderly and finds himself becoming strangely attached to the catatonic man on the long-term care ward, and finds out that there's a lot more to Peter Hale than there seems...
His whole body is shaking with fear, even if he can't quite remember why he's afraid, and it gets worse each time the door rattles in its frame. It's so bad that it takes a few seconds to realize his face is wet and his eyes are burning. He thinks he must be crying, but when he swipes the back of his hand over his cheek, a hot sting builds up under his skin and his hand comes away smeared in red.
Blood.
"A monser," Stiles whisper-slurs into the phone. That's what it is. A monster. It's trying to get him.
Stiles is four and scared of the dark. There are things in the shadows of his room, whispering to him, showing him terrible, violent things.
There's something in the basement, too. He can feel it while he's sitting on the old, worn sofa, its presence curling around the edges of the room. He thinks he can see something sometimes, a mass shimmering in the corner, but he always looks away. He doesn't want to know.
Or
Peter is a demon that lives in the Stilinskis' basement.
