Monster Boy

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

Matt’s eyes glistened at her strong words, which cut sharply through the air and rang in his ears. “Perfect.” Matt sized up the girl once more, this time rather bluntly but with a newfound appreciation. “Interesting. Evil begets evil, speak of the devil and the devil shall appear.” A smile tugged at the corner of Matt’s mouth as he moved forward and closed the few yards between them. He extended a hand to shake, “It appears you and I have a common enemy...”

Matt, imprisoned in his human form for the moment, was bemused and appalled by the smile. The girl he recognized, Stilinski’s little sister, too young to have struck his interests before. “And I know of you… vaguely, I must admit.” He spoke with boredom coming off his breath, “Dead? Eh, that got old, I guess.” He was lying. Purgatory had become his home, the darkness merely his doorstep, and he’d never grow tired of the constant fighting. “And you? You seem to have changed a bit as well…” Matt mused and eyed her curiously, “Finally hit puberty, now?”

“I know the feeling,” she mused. The Nogitsune hadn’t been dead, but she might as well have been, trapped in a box and buried in the roots of the Nemeton. “You wouldn’t be lusting after a young girl, would you, Matt?” the Nogitsune asked with a smirk. Not that she cared. The body may be that of a child, but she was over a thousand years old. “The change you see has nothing to do with puberty, and everything to do with a dark trickster spirit.” 

Matt scoffed at her remark which might besmerch the pride or reputation of a moral man, but fell on deaf ears in this case. “No no. Simply implying that you might be influenced by a hormonal, little girl.” He cocked his head to the side, expressing disregard for her form as if it pained him to look directly at her body. Though in truth she was a lovely thing, her soft features were lost on the mesmerizing scent of the nogitsune’s evil spirit. Matt inhaled deeply and slowly, “What’s that in the air?” He chuckled, as she gave away her true form, and figured she must already know his own. Lest she be a fool to relinquish such sensitive information. This meeting was becoming more and more intriguing to Matt...

Matt, imprisoned in his human form for the moment, was bemused and appalled by the smile. The girl he recognized, Stilinski’s little sister, too young to have struck his interests before. “And I know of you... vaguely, I must admit.” He spoke with boredom coming off his breath, “Dead? Eh, that got old, I guess.” He was lying. Purgatory had become his home, the darkness merely his doorstep, and he’d never grow tired of the constant fighting. “And you? You seem to have changed a bit as well...” Matt mused and eyed her curiously, “Finally hit puberty, now?”

Matt narrowed his eyes as well in an attempt to bemuse the other. She was older and probably stronger but not after he shifted into the Kanima. Though he could recall with great ease the pain she’d inflicted upon him in battle, his twisted mind fell upon these reveries with warmth and nostalgia. As the Hale spoke, her tongue sharpening itself against her teeth, Matt grinned almost goofily with an over saturated smile. “Cut to the chase we shall.” He agreed with her, lapping up her harsh words: did she not realize how arousing their exchange was becoming? “I have every right to live in Beacon Hills.” He said simply, not defensively either.

Matt felt skittish, but wouldn’t show it. Wouldn’t show any emotions. It was too much of a risk, returning to Beacon Hills High was his only route- he wasn’t leaving his home town. He had a right to live here too. But what quality of life was he going to have to adjust to in order to stay? Matt was going to find out. Entering the large double doors drew everyone’s attention to him- including Lydia’s- and he faltered for a moment in his steps. But kept walking y’all and strong, chest puffed out naturally, a habit he picked up from the other guys in juvie. “Hello Lydia.” Matt spoke evenly, unsure of where his boundaries were and unable to look to Scott for social queues.

Matt allowed for a playful grin to tease at the corners of his mouth. “I guess not.” He crooned with a chuckle, placing both closed fists on his hips. “I guess small talk is out of the question then?” He questioned a little disappointedly.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Matt enjoyed Peter’s twisted riddles usually, but tonight he was beyond them.