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Chapter 1: The New Guy and the Mysterious Bite
The last thing I remembered was the screech of tires, a blinding flash of white light, and the jarring, sickening crunch of metal on bone. It wasn't a hero's death, wasn't even a particularly noble one. I had been texting while walking across the street, a rookie mistake in a world filled with impatient drivers and distracted pedestrians. The sensation wasn't pain so much as a rapid, violent cessation of everything. It felt like someone had hit the 'off' switch on my existence, a brutal, final period at the end of a very mundane sentence.
Then, there was nothing. An inky, silent void that lasted for what felt like an eternity and no time at all. I wasn't a body; I was a concept, a ghost in the machine of non-existence. Just a lingering echo of a guy who couldn't be bothered to look up from his phone. I wonder if they found my phone, if it was still intact. What an ignominious final text message to send into the ether.
And then, just as suddenly, the world came rushing back in a cascade of sensations. I wasn't a concept anymore. I was a body, and it was alive, vibrant, and not at all mine. The air was cool and smelled of damp earth and pine needles. The ground beneath me was soft with pine duff, not the unforgiving asphalt I had expected. My ears were ringing, not with the sound of a crash, but with the frantic, slightly nasally voice of a guy I knew, a guy I had watched on a screen for years.
"Dude, are you okay? You just... froze up. You've been staring at that bush for, like, a solid minute. Is it the smell? I told you, my dad said they found some old raccoon remains back here, and trust me, it's not a cologne you want to be wearing."
I blinked, the world swimming into focus. The face in front of me was a familiar one, a mop of messy brown hair, a jawline that was a little too sharp, and a pair of wide, panicked eyes. It was Stiles Stilinski, in the flesh. My brain, still processing the monumental fact that I was alive, did the quick math. Pine forest. Stiles Stilinski. Searching for a body. Beacon Hills.
My heart, this new heart, thrummed in my chest like a bass drum. It wasn't a panic attack. It was a strange, pragmatic exhilaration. Okay, so the grand cosmic lottery ticket came up a winner. I'm not in some random, boring universe. I'm in the world of Teen Wolf. And based on the body-hunting expedition, this is right at the beginning. Season 1, Episode 1. My new life is officially starting at the worst possible moment, with a dead body and a looming werewolf bite.
A cool, ethereal blue screen flickered into my mind's eye. It was like a pop-up ad for my new life.
[WELCOME, ADAM SMITH. THE MIMIC SYSTEM IS NOW ACTIVE.][OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE.][CURRENT POWER: DORMANT.][STATUS: IMMUNITY TO MOUNTAIN ASH AND SILVER, ACTIVE.]
The voice in my head wasn't a voice at all. It was more of a thought, a clean, concise, digital readout. The System was here. Just as I had hoped, it was the classic transmigrator bonus package. A survival kit for a world full of supernatural monsters.
"Dude, you're not making sense," Stiles said, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Are you getting a stroke? A seizure? Do I need to call 9-1-1? My dad will kill me if I bring him back a friend who's actively dying."
I shook my head, my new, unfamiliar muscles responding a little stiffly. "No, no, I'm good. Just... just thinking. This is insane. We're actually in the woods, looking for a dead body. This is the dumbest plan you've ever had, Stiles, and you once tried to build a Rube Goldberg machine to get a bottle of ketchup."
Stiles's face broke into a grin. "See? That's the Adam I know. A little less catatonic, a little more judgmental. Come on, my dad's getting a call. We need to go."
He started to pull me along, and for a second, I resisted. I knew what was about to happen. I knew where they were going. I could stop this. I could prevent the bite. But then my own thoughts hit me like a ton of bricks. No. This is canon. This is how the story starts. If I change it now, I might create a butterfly effect that I can't predict. The whole reason I have foreknowledge is to use it when it matters, not to mess with the foundational events. Scott needs this bite to become the hero. The pack needs to form. I'm just here to be a friendly, witty guide... and a prankster.
My internal monologue was a strange mix of resigned fatalism and nerdy excitement. I was an observer, a secondary character with a cheat code. My role wasn't to be the hero, but the guy who gives the hero the right tool at the right time.
"Come on, Adam!" Stiles urged, his grip tightening on my arm. "We gotta go!"
We ran, our feet pounding on the soft earth. The adrenaline was a tangible thing, a fiery rush in my veins. This wasn't a video game, this was real. And in a few minutes, Scott McCall's life was going to change forever.
We found him by the side of the road, looking like a deer in the headlights, his eyes wide and terrified. I knew this scene. I'd watched it a dozen times. Scott's mother was at work, he was walking home, and then... the Alpha. The beast that was soon to be Peter Hale.
I watched it unfold in slow motion. The creature, a blur of dark fur and glowing red eyes, lunged out of the woods. It wasn't a clean bite, wasn't a graceful one. It was a brutal, chaotic moment of violence. The creature bit Scott, a guttural snarl echoing through the trees, and then it was gone, a phantom in the night.
Scott fell to the ground, clutching his side. "I think... I think I'm okay," he stammered, his voice laced with a confusion that was about to become his new normal.
Stiles was already on his knees next to him, frantic. "Okay? You got bit by... by a wolf! What do you mean 'okay'?"
I knelt down, too, my mind already racing. I had a lot to process, a lot to prepare for. My new life had just begun. And the "System" was still dormant. I had to wait. I had to be patient. I had to let the story unfold.
Man, this is going to be so much more complicated than a Rube Goldberg machine.
The night ended with us dropping a still-confused Scott off at his house. The last thing I heard before I went to my new home was Stiles saying, "You'll be okay, right?"
"Yeah," Scott replied, but his voice lacked conviction. He had no idea just how much his life was about to change. And neither did he know that his new, weird friend Adam, who had a strangely encyclopedic knowledge of things, would be right there with him.
My primary goal is Malia. Find her. Help her. Save her. I'll do anything. But first, I have to deal with the whole werewolf problem. Great. Just what I needed. More drama.
As I walked into my new house, a sprawling mansion that was clearly the product of my transmigrated body's wealthy family, the blue System interface flashed again in my mind.
[NOTE: THE FIRST CANON EVENT HAS BEEN OBSERVED. PLEASE PROCEED AS PLANNED. WARNING: MIMICRY IS A LAST-RESORT TOOL. DO NOT ABUSE. PREPARE FOR WEREWOLF POWER ACTIVATION IN THE COMING DAYS.]
I laughed to myself, a low, humorless sound. The system sounded like a condescending GPS. "Thanks for the warning, Captain Obvious. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a TV show to live through."