Gravity Falls

Summary: The Twins make the most of their day as they prepare for nightfall

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         The twins slept in that morning; considering how late they stayed up last

night due to the events that unfolded, it was understandable. They were worn

out; Dipper was exhausted from his injuries, and wanted to rest much longer

while Mabel was getting sleep from the time she missed last night from being so

stressed.

Thankfully Dipper didn’t suffer from any more nightmares after last night’s talk

with Mabel.

Mabel was the first to wake up at around nine-thirty. She found her brother at

peace while he slept; Dipper had a relaxed smile on his face, having sweet

dreams; this left a big smile on Mabel’s face and she giggled. She shook him

gently to check to see if he would wake up but he let out a reluctant groan and

turned the other way. She snickered in response.

Mabel fixed the blankets and tucked Dipper in; she surrounded him with a few of

her stuffed toys to keep him company.

“Rest easy bro…”

         Mabel made pancakes with her Grunkle Stan that morning, or “Stan-

cakes” as her Grunkle called them whenever he made them. She wanted to help

him out as she wanted to make Dipper’s pancakes special; he needed some

cheering up and some “tender loving care” to lift his spirits about his curse.

Though Grunkle Stan kept making and giving her sausages and bacon, saying

that “He’s going to need a lot of meat in his diet if he’s ever going be a tough

man” or something like that. During cooking, Stan brought up that he did not

sleep well last night due to Dipper’s weak condition, even though he had faith

that the kid was tough enough to fight through it.

Dipper ate his breakfast in bed, thanking Mabel for making it for him, he however

felt suspicious of the quantities of meat that Grunkle Stan gave him. Maybe

Grunkle Stan did think he was turning into a werewolf, but Mabel told him

differently last night. Maybe he knew something about this monster that Dipper

himself didn’t know. He wanted to confront his Grunkle about this, but Mabel

protested that she wanted him to enjoy his breakfast first. He couldn’t say no to

her pleas.

He actually enjoyed Mabel’s pancakes, complimenting them.

“They’re actually pretty good!”

“Aww, you’re just saying that.” She threw a playful punch; Dipper flinched in

surprise.

He managed to clean up the pancakes and bacon on his plate but left two small

sausages as he was getting pretty full. Mabel told Dipper not to worry as she will

give them to Soos, who would really enjoy these “Stan cooked” left overs.

Soos was grateful for the offer but gave Mabel a warning in return, saying to be

careful around Dipper near sunset, Mabel responded by saying she had the

mess under control, at least she hopefully thought she did. Soos noticed the

uncertainty in her tone and told her he just hoped she knew what she was doing.

Timidly, Soos informed her he saw Dipper chewing on a pen, believing it to be a

sign of him becoming a werewolf but Mabel brushed it off saying it was

something Dipper normally did when paranoid.

         Dipper came down stairs later, dressed in his now clean, every day

clothes, he asked Grunkle Stan if he actually believed he was attacked by a

werewolf; Stan gave a nervous laugh (at least that’s what it sounded like to

Dipper) and told him that he was worrying too much about this.

“Kid relax, you’re alive and moving, you’re not gonna turn into some mutt. There

wasn’t a full a moon last night…You’re gonna be fine!”

“But those pages I found…”

“What did they say?”

“Well, it said that there are different types of werewolves, not all of them change

during the full moon, and some of them change every night! Grunkle Stan, what

if I transform tonight?”

Stan stared silently at Dipper before answering.

“Kid, I’m going to be blunt, I don’t want to believe that thing was a werewolf. I

know how things look bad right now, but maybe it wasn’t a werewolf, maybe it

was some else…weird thing.”

“Mabel said that you noticed my shoulder was healing fast…come on you can’t

deny that!”

Stan raised an eyebrow.

“…Are your bites still sore?”

“…Kind of…only the one on my arm still hurts…”Dipper rubbed his shoulder.

“My shoulder doesn’t feel sore at all…”

“That’s great! Then you’re not turning into a werewolf.” Stan said in a delighted

tone.

“What? No, healing fast means I am turning into one!” Dipper stammered.

“But only your shoulder is healing that fast kid! Werewolves heal fast right? If

you were really becoming a werewolf, then all your wounds would be healing

that fast. See, you’re gonna be fine.”

“But Great Uncle Ford’s papers…”

“Kid, my brother can’t be right about everything, maybe he got some things

wrong and besides he wrote those years ago. Take it with grain of salt and stop

freaking out all the time. I promise ya won’t turn dangerous. Just relax until

then.”

“Until then?”

“Until Ford gets back, whenever that is, probably got side tracked.”

“But what if I do transform or do something awful or…or-”Dipper’s mind raced for

any possible bad outcomes.

Dipper continued to protest but Stan told him once again to stop freaking out

about the thing and help out by putting up flyers of the Mystery Shack with Soos.

Dipper gave up trying to convince his stubborn Grunkle and muttered to himself

in frustration, though oddly enough before leaving, Stan told Dipper not to eat

any squirrels while he was out; it sounded like a joke, but to Dipper, Stan was

probably giving him an actual warning. Maybe Grunkle Stan was right, maybe he

was overthinking this; but even then Dipper continued to believe it was a

werewolf and rely on the packet for now; better safe than sorry right?

        Putting up the flyers was easy; seeing Soos act all scared and nervous

around him wasn’t.

“Come on Soos, you don’t think I’ll be some kind of killer do you? Look I’m really

scared too but you can still trust me when I’m human right?”

“Is that you saying that or the werewolf?” he responded skittishly.

“Soos…” Dipper felt hurt.

“I’m sorry dude; I just don’t know what to think about all this stuff happenin.”

“I understand…I really don’t know either. I don’t want to hurt anyone, and I want

to believe I’ll turn out harmless like Mabel does…but that werewolf was vicious

and…I just don’t anymore, I don’t know what’s really going to happen to me…I

want to believe things will be ok…but I just don’t know anymore.” Dipper looked

at the ground away from Soos.

Soos eyed Dipper sadly. He still was Dipper’s friend even if he was becoming

something from a horror film, he just didn’t know what would become of Dipper

after the transformation; werewolves weren’t known for being…friendly.“Hey

so, Mr. Pines said he is gonna be out tonight so I get to watch you two dudes.”

“Hey…so, Mr. Pines said he is gonna be out tonight so I get to watch you two

dudes.”

“Why would he need to be out tonight, what is he even doing?”

“I dunno; he was kinda vague about it; something about going out to get some

things and something else…”

“Like what?”

“I don’t remember, but he can’t have you dudes alone after what happened last

night.”

Dipper thought to himself about this.

“Mabel told me what you guys are doing.”                                            

Dipper was slightly caught off guard by this.

“Huh, wh-what do you mean?”

“That you dudes are gonna stay in your rooms till you change or something and

then figure something out.”

“Ye-yeah…”

“Hey don’t worry Dipper; I’ll be helping you guys out if you go nuts or something.

And if you guys need anything, just ask your buddy Soos.”

Dipper gave a small smile.

“Thanks Soos…I thought you were giving up on me when Mabel told me how

you freaked out about my bite.”

“I wouldn’t give up on you dude…It’s just…”

“You’re scared of what I’m gonna turn into?”

“NO…Yes.”

Dipper sighed.

“Look Dipper, werewolf movies always have different rules unlike zombies or

vampires. But they always end up bloodthirsty and have that human vs monster

thing going on inside them…I-I’m not saying you will turn blood thirsty…it’s just

most of them are bloodthirsty in movies, comics…everything…uh wait no I

mean…I don’t know how you’re gonna turn out either.”

“I know…its ok Soos.” He said quietly with a smile.

“I mean even the ways you can get turned into one can be different, like

sometimes a scratch can turn you into one as well as a bite. Even weaknesses

are different; sometimes silver doesn’t do anything to them. And animals can

sense if you’re cursed.”

“A scratch too…Mabel got some scratches from last night from the attack…”

Dipper looked down at his feet with worry as he put up a flyer.

“I’m sure she’s fine, she wasn’t acting different last night.”

“I better check Ford’s packet when I get back to make sure.” Dipper mumbled to

himself, though she was most likely OK by what he’s seen so far.

Dipper thought to himself before speaking again.

“So, was Waddles acting weird around me last night? He didn’t seem bothered

by me today.”

“Nah, he acted pretty normal, he was in your dudes room when we got you in

bed. Maybe the pig was worried about ya.”

“Maybe…”

“Hey, so does silver hurt ya now?”

“No, I haven’t even touched anything silver.”

“I got something silver back at home, you wanna check to see if it burns ya or

something?”

“Yeah…bring it over; I just hope it doesn’t kill me.” Dipper shuddered. He had to

at least check to see if silver does hurt him or not.

“I hope Mabel’s right about you turning out harmless.”

“Yeah…me too.” Dipper replied sadly.

“I hope you turn out to be some puppy like Mabel said; you’d be all cute and

cuddly.”

“Soos, werewolves are not cute, not even puppies.” Dipper responded in an

annoyed tone.

“But puppies are always cute.”

“Soos have you ever seen a werewolf puppy?”

“No, have you?”

“…No, but I doubt they’re cute.”

“But I bet your wolf form will be cuddly, and we’ll get to love ya, hug ya and

snuggle ya.”

“Soos stop, your creeping me out man.”

“And you’ll get belly rubs; heh hey, I’m feeling way better about this you

becoming a werewolf thing.”

“Soos!”

“Everyone would love to pet ya, you’ll have it easy as at puppy, and-”

“Soos, wait, that’s not how it’s going to work…never mind.” Dipper gave up

correcting him as Soos went on how great it will be to become a puppy. Dipper

could only give him a tired smile.

        Things were pretty normal for the rest of the day, well, mostly normal.

Dipper touched Soos silverware that afternoon, only to thankfully find out that it

did not harm him. Also as an added relief, scratches according to the packet

rarely turned someone into a werewolf and most types do not have this effect

and would show symptoms of the curse; at least Mabel was safe as she showed

none of the symptoms.

         Mabel spent most of her day around the shack, mostly drawing and scrap

booking, and worrying about her brother. He better not had been thinking of

something crazy or ran away, she thought. Waddles stayed by her side most of

the time; she noticed he spent a lot of time sniffing and lying on Dipper’s bed.

When she began to remove her ankle wrap, the pig hopped down and sniffed it

and he let out a frightened squeal and hid behind Mabel.

“Hey its ok Waddles…the beastie isn’t around anymore.” She said sweetly as

she patted her pig, he was shivering.

Mabel sighed and added her bandage wrap to her scrap book, spreading it out

cleanly as she flattened and tried fitting it in her book. Her weak smile faded as

she knew the day was half over, and Dipper would be freaking out badly again.

She set it aside, noting that she had to go out and buy more art supplies at some

point; she need a few more cents to go out and besides, she had her mind on

other things at the moment. She stared at Dipper’s sadly before going

downstairs.

         Wendy noticed that Mabel seemed…out of it, and she knew why.

Mabel was leaning against the ice box looking unsure and deep in thought.

“Hey, you feeling ok?” Wendy kneeled down next to Mabel.

“Not really…”

“I heard what happened to you guys last night, that’s real nasty what happened

to Dipper…I’m really sorry.”

“Yeah…”

“He looks like he’s ok now from what I’ve seen, though he seems really out of it.”

“He’s been like that since last night…”

“Yeah a dog attack will make ya feel like that…”

“But it wasn’t a dog-”

“I know, but dogs and wolves are similar right? Hey, I’m gonna come over later

tonight, Stan said he needs some faces around to keep an eye on you guys,

since he doesn’t that wolf coming back and I wanna help you guys get through

this.” She laughed to herself “And I don’t have anything to do tonight and he

bribed me as well.”

Mabel looked away and moaned sadly, Wendy patted Mabel’s back in

encouragement.

“Hey, don’t worry about him, he’s gonna be ok, if you need anything just ask me

ok?”

Mabel nodded.

“Kay…”

“It’s lame he has to stay in bed for tonight but it will help.”

“Thanks Wendy…”

“See ya later.”

Mabel high fived before Wendy left, she felt a bit better but knowing what might

happen tonight, things might turn for the worse. No wait, what was she thinking?

She has to stay hopeful, for Dipper, for her brother, he would never turn on

anyone. Why would such a thing now pop in her head? Was she growing

doubtful? She can’t, not right now, not ever about this.

          When Dipper returned to the shack, he caught a glimpse of a movie on his

Grunkle’s TV; it was some old (probably 80’s from the looks of it) badly acted,

cheesy, horror flick about a guy telling his family to shoot him as he transformed

into a werewolf. The special effects were…actually pretty good to the point of

disturbing Dipper; how bad would his own transformation be like? He recoiled as

they fired at the monster. He shook his head, no no no; he didn’t want the same

to happen to himself, he can’t hurt anyone!

“No…No I’m not…!” Dipper stammered to himself.

He felt a hand gently placed on his left shoulder.

“Dipper?”

He turned to his left to see Mabel standing beside him; her expression full of

sadness.

“Do you think what happened in the movie is going to happen to you?” she

asked with concern.

Dipper stuttered but could find nothing to say and looked down sadly.

Mabel patted his shoulder.

“It’s ok; it’s just a dumb movie.”

“Yeah, you’re right…I’m going to be upstairs for the rest of the day.”

Dipper slowly walked towards the stairs as Mabel followed him.

“…Maybe you should take a nap while you wait.”

Dipper nodded tiredly.

“If I do fall asleep, please wake me up before I change, I don’t want to wake up

to the feeling of my bones cracking.”

Mabel cringed at this.

“Uh…Don’t worry; I’ll force you to get up before then…” Mabel said, disturbed by

her brother’s statement. “Just don’t say anything gross like that again…” she

muttered.

Dipper did not respond as he went to lie down, however she thought she heard a

quiet laugh from him.