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Interviewer: So, what’s your biggest fear?
Derek: I’m not talking to you
Derek:
Interviewer: *sits there awkwardly*
Derek: *realizes he can leave once he says literally anything*
Derek: My family died in a fire...
Interviewer: [rolls her eyes because ‘my family died in a fire’ is Derek’s only personality trait]
Derek: [cries like a little girl because poor baby has like the worst life ever]
Kate: Well, you’re probably going to need to give me a minute to think that one over. I don’t like bras that hook at the front? Does that...no you don’t think that counts? Yeah, then I got nothing. Sorry sweetie.
Chris: [overhears] I would’ve said yours was werewolves.
Kate: Why would I be afraid of some pathetic little animal?!
Chris: If they’re so pathetic...*whispers intimidatingly*...then why do you keep killing them.
Chris: Oh yeah, that’s right, you used to have nightmares!
Kate: Oh you son of a...?
Chris: *laughs*
Kate: Oh you shut up, you were scared of the T rex in ‘The Land Before Time’
Chris: *ashamed*
Chris: I really have nothing to say for myself
Peter. You think I’m afraid of anything? With these? [shows claws]
Dr Valak: [shows third eye]
Peter. HOLY SHI…!
Malia: Oh I’ve never been afraid of anything. Ever.
Interviewer: You’re very like your father…
Malia: Oh I wouldn’t say…
Stiles: *overhears*
Stiles. WHERE’S MY BAT?!
Chris: Not being able to protect my family. In particular my daughter, Allison.
Allison: Being weak and not being able to help my friends
Interviewer: You’re very like your father…
Allison: Thank you
Scott: Not being able to protect everyone.
Interviewer: Actually, Allison said something very similar
Scott: *Blushes and does that disgustingly adorable smile*
Stiles: Not being able to help
Interviewer: That was very alike Scott’s answer...
Stiles. Yo obviously, he’s my bro. We are one in the same.
Interviewer: Allison’s too
Stiles. Crap. He was proud of that one, wasn’t he? I bet he was. He probably had that stupid little smile on his face too.
Stiles: Hey, what did Der…or Lydia! I meant to say Lydia. Yeah, what did Lyds, what did she say?
Lydia: Double denim?
Interviewer: That doesn’t count
Lydia. Listen here lady, I have dated a homicidal lizard and a werewolf alpha that was able to merge with his twin, and did so right before my eyes on numerous occasions. I spent a night at one particularly disturbing motel that happens to hold the national record for most guest suicides, and witnessed four of my friends try to commit it in the most creative ways possible during that stay. My boyfriend was possessed by a thousand year old, evil, Japanese spirit, that kidnapped me by the way. My mind was controlled by a psychotic, burnt to the crisp, skin obsessed Alpha that bit me and constantly tried to convince me I was crazy. I spent time admitted to Eichen House for crying out loud and I have voices in my head. I’ve stood right next to things so terrifying, you could only see them in your worst nightmares, and even then you wouldn’t be able to cope.
Lydia: [calms down and takes deep breath]
Lydia: It takes a lot to scare me now. Which is why, double denim is about the only thing that continues to do so, got it?
Interviewer: *yells towards camera man* Can I take my lunch break now?!