The Nogitsune shook its head. "We can see through your bluff, little wolf. As long as we're in here"—It gestured at Stiles' body with a wave of its wrist—"you won't lay a finger on us. "This body is too precious to you; you intend to keep him alive. It's an admirable dream, but because of that we will win. You know that, right?"

Four years after the Rising the former zombies, aka PDS sufferers, are beginning to reintegrate back into society. Allison and Stiles have been recently released from Eichen House and sent back into a world where their kind are still hated and feared. They're both living in Beacon Hills, a town where the dead had originally risen from... An "In The Flesh" AU.

Allison wasn't sure whether to shake him awake or let him ride it out. She wanted to do the former, but how would Stiles feel, knowing that she'd seen him like this? He shouldn't be ashamed; Allison knew how brave he was and she hated to see him suffer like this. (Part 3 of Strange Stimulation.)

The sound of tiny, childlike knuckles rapt softly on the door. It would've alerted Else of its presence if she hadn't already sensed the cold wafting off of the wretched thing. It was a deathly chill that she knew too well, as it resided inside of her too.

"So I'll ask you again, little wolf," crooned the Nogitsune. "What will you do to say goodbye?"