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Sweet Pea was looking on his laptop for any information on incidents... the vet lied to him. For the past few days he kept having nightmares to the point where he couldn't sleep.

Instead of sleep, he would sneak out and head to the local bar he had grown accustomed to.

He was running on caffeine, alcohol, and energy drinks for the past five days. Everytime he closed his eyes he would dream (but he knew it was memories) about the weeks he was gone.

Sweet Pea breathes heavily as he was drained both mentally, physically and emotionally. He leans against the wall as he felt the pool of blood underneath him stick to his open wounds and anywhere it touched his skin.

He glares the women who stood before him smirking, "Look at that. No matter how exhausted you are you still have enough energy to glare and scowl, impressive." She kneels down as she grabbed the boys face forcing him to look at her.

"I'll just have to try harder, won't we?" She whispered in his ear as Sweet Pea slams his forehead against hers as she flinched. She glares at the Serpent and next thing you know Swee--

Sweet Pea has been more irritated and more short fused than ever. It results in many bar fights with people who wanted to show up to the kid. But Sweet Pea had been fighting since he could remember, from Northsiders to Ghoulies. A simple drunk was nothing.

In fact, he was the one who started the fights on certain occasions. He needed to let his anger out, especially when he had no idea where his dog tags were. He needed to release steam.

So why not take it out on big headed drunks? Technically they asked for it, so in Sweet Pea's eyes he was doing them a favor.

Of course some fights lead to him spending nights in jail, of course the Stilinski family made it a big deal.

It was only 3 nights!!

"Wow, I'm seeing more duct tape than actual laptop." Stiles spoke as he looked at the computer.

"Not everyone has your luxury Shaggy Rogers." Sweet Pea spoke as he licked his lips, a small smirk placed on his lips. The only joy Sweet Pea had was fighting drunks and teasing the boy in front of him.

Stiles gulped as he saw the small action but shook it off. "Well, I-I was wondering if you needed help with anything. As a p-peace offering..."

Stiles held up an energy drink as Sweet Pea looks from the can to the nervous boy. Sweet Pea sighs and leans back.

Taking that as a yes Stiles quickly sat beside the Serpent as the said boy had to move over otherwise Shaggy was practically on his lap.

"Why are looking up incidents from like... 10 years ago?" Stiles asked as he looked up the information. Sweet Pea sighs and explained one incident that happened years ago.

A swarm of crows slamming against the hospital like mass suicide.

A women found in the same woods scratched head to toe.

"So, you think Ms. Blake is the women from years ago?" Stiles asked as he put the pieces together. Sweet Pea caught onto a tone of slight doubt.

"You already knew didn't you?" Sweet Pea spoke as he shot Stiles a look as Stiles stuttered and Sweet Pea jumps up, "Dammit Stiles!"

•••

After arguing with Stiles Sweet Pea had a new mission: find his dog tags. He went to where he was found by Derek, the distillery.

He looked around and saw a line going in circles. It looked like someone clawed it on the metal. Sweet Pea touched the wall

Sweet Pea immediately pulls away from the wall as the short memory replayed over in his head.

This was also another reason he couldn't sleep, weird stuff was happening to him. His strength had gotten stronger as he realized when he threw one punch at a man and though he missed he did hit the cement pillar and it broke into pieces.

He could tell when someone or something was near before he even could smell, hear or see them. It's like a vibration they send off and only he could feel it.

His moves and flexibility seemed to increase, as he was faster than before and he could move his body into weird angles and it won't hurt.

Weirdly it reminded him of a snake.

Shaking it off he sighs as he wiped his eyes, he knew if he didn't sleep it was going to bite him in the ass sooner or later. But he couldn't --no he wouldn't.

He walked around until he stops to the spot where he was found. He didn't know how he knew, he just did. He touched the pipe that had a small trace of blood again memories filled his head.

"Wha...Wh..." Sweet Pea mumbles as his vision was going in and out. He distinctly remembers his green eyes. He also slightly remembers something shiny in his hands.

He had... a... shiny... chain? Tag?

Dog tag!

He Sweet Pea stood up as he made his way outside. His mind was clouded as he made his way to the loft Derek lived. The son of a bitch had his tag.

After all this time.

He didn't care to knock as he slammed the sliding door open, it slammed on the other side as he stormed in.

"Who pissed in your cereal?" Peter Hale asked as he heard the door slam open. He looked at the angry Serpent as he walked down the stairs. Sweet Pea glares at the older man, "Honestly, you Hales just love pissing in everyone's cereals. Right now Derek took a shit in mine, so where the hell is the sourwolf?!"

Peter didn't know how to respond. "You know, I think your hanging around Stiles too much." Not at all affected by the angry teen.

"Where is Scrappy Doo, Peter Griffin. Before I shove my boots so far up your ass you'll be choking on it." Peter tsked and shook his head looking amused.

"Such vulgar language for such a young k--" Peter chuckled as he felt the stinging pain on his right cheek. Admittedly the kid had strength so much strength it had small amount of blood seeping from the cut.

"Look dog. Scrappy Doo has something of mine and I want it back. So call him and tell him to get his furry ass down here." Sweet Pea had enough. Especially with the Hales. He wasn't as good hearted like Scott, he isn't one to forgive easy.

The image of sticking his claws into the boys neck crossed his mind over and over but something was telling him no. Like a protection ward was casted on the boy, preventing such supernatural harm to him. But oh how he wanted to see the kid bleed to death.

Instead of following his killer instinct, he dialed Derek's number, who was still at the hospital.

Immediately agreeing in switching spots with him wanting to be far away from the kid before he lays his claw on him.

Peter goes to leave as he told the kid Derek was on his way. "Don't go snooping around kid, trust me."

"Or what? I'm going to find your toys? Both dog toys and sex toys?" Sweet Pea challenged the older Hale. He got bad vibes from this guy, very much like Malachi in Riverdale he was like an older perverted [and dog] version of him.

From experience you never trust a Ghoulie.

"I like you kid and I also hate you." Peter spoke honestly. He liked the fire this kid seems to spit but hated him in general.

"And I hate you, period." Sweet Pea spoke as played with his pocket knife. He wasn't scared of the dog perhaps pushing the dogs button was risky but Sweet Pea didn't care. He needed to amuse himself somehow and it seems like annoying dogs had become a hobby.

Peter scoffs as he left, this fingers literally itching to sink their claws into the boy. Just to leave a reminder, just a small drop of blood.

•••

What is your go to move when your alone in a loft of dogs?

Do you raid the kitchen?

Do you raid their rooms?

Do you sit awkwardly on the couch until they come back?

Do you play on your phone to pass time?

Or all of the above?

Sweet Pea would normally raid the kitchen or their rooms. But instead this time he just threw the knives (ones Allison gave him) at the post.

He didn't know why Allison was so fond of him and giving him gifts. Perhaps she felt pity or simply bribing him to open up. Either way, he opened up to her far too much for his liking so he wasn't going to open up. If she locks him in the car again then so be it. He can just annoy her until she opens it.

After all, everyone has a breaking point. And Sweet Pea was an expert in breaking those people past their point mentally, physically, and emotionally.

"What do you want?" Derek asked as he walked into his loft.

Sweet Pea turns as he pulled one of the ring daggers out of the pillar. "What I want Scrappy, is my fucking tags."