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“More you than the nogitsune”
That was what Noshiko had said when he asked her whether he was still himself. It was a frustratingly vague answer.
Did that mean he was still not himself? Was there some part of the nogitsune that still possessed him- its claws wrenched deep into his soul, tearing at it and twisting him into something else? Something that wasn't himself?And that doubt, that worry that it wasn't over, that's what kept him awake.
Because as much as he kept telling himself that they had won, and that everything could go back to normal, Stiles felt different.
And it wasn't in a good way.
Something dark coiled inside him, churning his insides and whispering its way into his thoughts. When he looked in the mirror, he didn't look like himself. He knew that it was his reflection staring back at him with the same dark circles under his eyes and sickly pale skin, only something felt off. It felt wrong.
He could never figure out what it was.-
After the defeat of the nogitsune, Stiles is left scarred.
The nogitsune never truly left. A dark seed has been planted within him, one that is slowly growing, and starting to bloom. And as it grows, so does its hunger.