"So, where’s Derek?" Stiles asks when he’s done placing the stacks of money on the table.
They slide a slim book his way and he shares a look with Lydia.
"That doesn’t answer his question," she says.
"Oh, but it does, chica. The man you’re looking for is inside there." One of the men corrects her.
Stiles scowls, “That’s a book. Look, you guys got what you wanted so stop playing and tell us where he is.”
The man grins and points to the book, “I told you where he is. Now, you just have to find him.”
He huffs. “Okay, you’re funny. Happy? We’d appreciate it if you don’t waste our time more than you already did, though. By, like, oh I don’t know? Maybe telling us where Derek is?! And before you start saying he’s in a book; he’s not. He can’t be in a book.”
Funny Man chuckles, “You believe in werewolves and shapeshifters but not magic, ehh?
Something clicks in Stiles’ mind as he stares at the ‘Where’s Waldo’ book.
But…it can’t be.
He glances at Lydia and sees that she has the same expression of disbelief.
Stiles stays frozen for a second but quickly shrugs it off as he realizes that this is Derek. It won’t be hard at all to find his grumpy face among a sea of happy ones.
He tries not to let his smirk show as he quickly grabs and opens the book. This is going to be so easy.
Except he doesn’t see a crowd of happy faces.
What kind of sick joke is this?
He does see grumpy cat, though.
A plethora of human bodies with grumpy cat heads, to be exact.
And somewhere in there is Derek’s grumpy mug.
"Holy sh-"
They’re screwed.
