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Things were getting crazy in Beacon Hills. It’d all started when he’d seen Stiles’s jeep pulling up to the sidewalk outside Scott’s house. Ben had snuck out the window, made his way down the side trellis (surprisingly sturdy, thank god), and somehow talked his way into joining the two on their weird journey to... find half a dead body. Was he really so desperate for a friend that he’d found himself roaming the woods with a small flashlight looking for half a corpse? Not even the whole corpse. Just half of it. How do even you lose half a corpse?
But, he and Stiles had been caught. Stiles’s quick thinking had avoided getting Scott into trouble but unfortunately that also meant the two boys were leaving him behind.
Which, as Ben would realize later, was where their lives all went down hill. Scott and Stiles were being secretive, people were dying, and the sheriff’s department were worried, to the point where there was a curfew in place. And with his mom out of town for work, this left Ben having to race on his bike to the grocery store when he went to grab the eggs only to realize his bike was gone when he’d went to start the bike ride back home.
So there he was; walking down the road holding a carton of eggs, his broken bike chain and lock draped over his shoulder, and seriously reconsidering his entire life. Maybe in some other world his mom wasn’t so paranoid and he was able to drive so he hadn’t had to use a bike as his main mode of transport?
Headlights. Great. Now he was going to end up dead on the side of the road. Maybe he could stall his death by throwing the eggs?
