What if, in a town with werewolves, banshees, druids, and more, Stiles was the local cryptid. Pure magic, based on his belief in his ability to do something, but rarely leaves his home because he's usually busy with research projects, virtual assistance with both federal agencies & supernatural groups, and his own inability to regulate his sleeping pattern. So people "know" he lives in Beacon Hills, but no one "knows" him, so to speak.
XD this intrigues me, the idea of Stiles being this spooky ghost man that the neighborhood kids tell stories about. "Stilinski doesn't even leave his house to get his mail. He conjures it from the mailbox." "I once heard Stilinski through the window, but he was talking in code, something about Batman and Robin." "Sarah once saw Stilinski. No, really, she was on her way home from a party and she saw him in his front yard yelling at someone in the treeline for refusing to help him with an experiment. She couldn't really see what he looked like, but he sounded like way young." "No way, Stilinski's like two centuries old." "Has anyone even seen a dog go through that dog door he's got at the back of his house?" "Dude, there's no such thing as a dog big enough to need that door. That's gotta be a door for his familiar." "Really? Cus' my uncle says he asked once and Stilinski said it was for his boyfriend." "Your uncle talked to Stilinski? And he didn't get eaten?" "My uncle's the one who built the door, dumbass."
