fandomtownies | The Preserve, Friday Evening

A jog through the woods with a fluff ball dog at his heels had been the plan for the evening. Had been. But somewhere along the way, Puppy Joe had decided this was too much effort and flopped over to lay down until he was picked up. It was all Stiles' fault.

Okay, that was a lie. We all know everything is Derek's fault. Our bad.

Anyway, now he was stuck carrying a fluffy dog on his way back to the house. And on top of that, he was being followed by a teal deer. And he wasn't even talking. Little did he know, this particular deer had come to the conclusion that it was psychic. Yes, folks. A psychic teal deer.

It might have taken a blow to the head in the last invasion. Let's be real.

All in all, this was shaping up to be a really weird night for Derek.

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