"MOM,I WANNA LEAVE" 7 YEAR OLD SUZY WHINED AS SHE LOOKED AT HER MOM WHO WAS FOCUSING ON THE LACROSSE GAME.

"Not now Suzy the game just started!" Her mom defended her eyes, not even focusing on her daughter who clearly wanted to go home.

Suzy huffed as she slumped her small shoulder, her mood going down, suddenly a small firefly landed on her small chubby hand, her mood suddenly lifting as she studied the small creature lifting her other hand up to touch it but it quickly flew away.

She looked towards her mother who was too focused on the game , she grinned as she followed the small insect, her mother not even noticing that her daughter had gone down the breaches running into her possible death.

Suzy grinned as the firefly landed on a bin Richard Acker grinned in the background as the small child was lured into his trap.

As the firefly flew away flying right into Richie's gloved hands. Suzy gasped as a clownlike figure revealed itself from the dark grinning like a Cherise cat at the small girl. "Hello Suzy, isn't that what your friends call you?"

"How did I know that?" He giggled as Suzy's hand began shaking. What was this? "I guess that means i must be your friend too." He giggled the bells on his costume giggling as the small firefly that resided in his hand gave him light.

Even though being totally freaked out Suzy still was a child. "If your my friend why are you hiding in the dark?" The boogeyman's smile disappeared and an annoyed look crossed his features which Suzy noticed.

Suzy shakes her head as she takes a couple steps backwards planning to leave. "You're not my friend, you're scary."

Suzy began taking slow steps backwards away from her death but suddenly stopped as the boogeyman let out a loud wail that luckily only the two of them could hear. "Why are you crying?"

The boogeyman sniffed before speaking. "People always make fun of the way that I look, i thought maybe if you couldn't see my face, you would want to be my friend."

Richie grumbled as he put his head down. "Argh nevermind silly old Richie you'll never have a friend."

Suzy pouted as she looked at the clown in pity. "People make fun of me too." She shared as Richie snapped his head at her. "They do?"

Suzy nodded her head as she pointed at her face where a big birthmark adored her face making her ten times more beautiful and special. "Isn't that silly, that little thing? Oh I can blow that thing right away"

"You could?" She asked hopefully, if this clown could blow the thing off of her face then maybe she could finally have friends. "Oh yes! one poof and It'd be gone!" He giggled small drops of drool dripping from his red lips.

Vicky smiled but frowned at what Richie said next. "Oh, but you'd have to get close enough to see my face, oh I don't know Suzy..." He trailed off hiding his face again.

"No! i won't make fun of you i promise!" She swore as she ran forward closer to her death

"Promise, promise?" He asked, looking with puppy eyes at the little girl.

She nodded as she grinned at her new 'friend' who was gonna solve all of her problems. "Okidoki! Just come a little closer and I'll blow it away on the count of three!" He urged Suzy to walk forward as she pointed her face at his mouth.

"One"

Suzy closes her eyes

"Two"

Drool falls from The boogeyman's mouth.

Silence....

"Your supposed to say thre-"

The day later Suzy Fuller was reported as missing.

MEANWHILE AT THE OLD BURNED DOWN HALE HOUSE DEREK HALE ARRESTED FOR THE MURDER OF THE UNKNOWN PERSON AND THE POSSIBLE KIDNAPPING OF SUZY FULLER AND THE OTHER 5 MISSING CHILDREN.

Stiles Stilinski snuck into the police car that had Derek Hale in custody, he was going to try and question the suspicious man trying to find answers. "Just so you know, i'm not afraid of you" Stiles gulped nervously as he saw the murderous look on the Hale's face. "Okay, so maybe I am. Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something."

Stiles adjusted himself in his seat as he leaned forward. "The girl you killed? She was a werewolf. She was a different kind wasn't she? I mean she can turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can't do that, Is that why you killed her?"

Derek inhaled as he began speaking. "You shouldn't be worried about me. You should be worried about your friend and the murderous cabalistic clown that has been killing people, children and teenagers, you name it." He paused as he saw the shocked look on Stilinski's face. "What if your friend shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do, huh? Just keep cheering him on?" He scoffed, "I can stop him, but you can. And trust me, you want to."

"Wait...Murderous clown?" Stiles gulped before he could answer another question he was harshly yanked out of the car by his father who shook his head ignoring the ow's that came out of his son's mouth.

"There. Stand." Noah Stilinski demanded as he stood before his son who let out a big sigh. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm just tryna help." He lied glancing at his father who had an unimpressed look on his aging face.

The sheriff puffed before he spoke. "Uh-huh. Okay well how about you help me understand exactly how you came across this."

Stiles sighed again before answering. "We were looking for Scott's inhaler."

"Which he dropped when?"

"The other night." He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

Noah frowned. "The other night when you were out here, looking for the first half of the body?"

"Yes," Stiles answered annoyingly.

"The night that you told me you were alone and was at home?" Noah tricked

"Yes!" Stiles blurted before he panicked at the deeper frown on his father's face. "No, oh crap."

"So you lied to me?"

Stiles raised his brows. "If that's how you define lying."

"Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?"

"Reclining your body in a horizontal position..." Stiles tried. "Get outta here"

"Absolutely"

AFTER BEING SEND AWAY BY HIS DAD BOTH SCOTT AND STILES WERE DRIVING IN HIS JEEP TRYING TO FIND OUT WHY DEREK HALE USED WOLFSBANE FOR BURIAL.

But that wasn't what was in Stiles' mind. "I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial."

"Leave that for later, Scott i got to tell you something." Stiles interrupted.

"What?" Scott asked, annoyed not even looking towards his best friend.

"I was talking to Derek and he told me that there was this cannibalistic clown killing children and people."

"And you really believe him?" Scott scoffed, his eyes still looking at his phone. "Why would he lie though Scott?"

"Just leave it Stiles." Scott grunted, ignoring the concerned look on Stiles's face.

If only they knew what a horror show Beacon Hills was going to become...

Sorry for not updating long! Writers block is a whole bitch.µ

And yes i kind of did steal that scene from IT