A/N: Monsterfall AU, which I adore! Which, is weird. It's just that Deerper is so adorable! Anyway, I think this is going to be three chapters? I dunno, I'm not good at planning. Please enjoy and review! Reviews are life. Based off some fan art I saw. Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls.

Hooves beat upon the ground in a thumping gait and dark leaves whipped in the face of the twelve year old boy. The full moon shone menacingly overhead and the stars twinkled despite the panic happening in the forest below.

A low snarl accompanied red paws as they flashed through the dull undergrowth following the scent of prey.

A low whine emitted from the boy and the wolves' ears pricked up. The boy's name was Dipper Pines and the wolf was really not a wolf at all.

The wolf was a girl by the name of Wendy Corduroy, she was obviously a werewolf.

Dipper bit his lip as the werewolf pulled back her lips in a ferocious snarl. His heart pounded and he held his breath as his alert ears detected leaves rustling close to the tree he was hidden behind.

It had all started when his Gargrunkle Stan and his twin Mabel had coaxed him outside for a bit of nighttime fun. Dipper didn't like to go out at night, it was fine for everyone in Gravity Falls to leave their homes, they were predators.

He was prey.

In fact, he'd almost been attacked several time by some of the citizens before they'd managed to rein themselves in. Yeah, he didn't really go to town anymore. Now, Wendy his crush was a werewolf- it had never made a difference to him at all, but it was making a pretty big difference right now.

The werewolf growled low in her throat and he could finally hear her fade away. He let out his breath and sighed in relief. He shouldn't have done that. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The wolf burst from the underbrush barking and growling, her powerful jaws snapping ferociously.

Dipper whimpered and he was running again. Wendy was chasing him, her powerful paws pushing her ever closer while he stumbled on his still awkward and gangly legs.

Yes, Dipper was in fact a Deertaur or a Cendeer or whatever.

The preteen pushed himself farther knowing it wasn't just him at stake but Wendy. She'd never forgive herself if she found out she'd killed somebody... And he didn't want to be killed so much either.

He glanced back and cringed at the sight of snapping jaws and burning eyes. He turned back just in time to see a hole in front of him. His landing jarred him, his foot hurt, but it wasn't sprained. He could keep running.

Dipper scrabbled to his feet and lunged but a tearing ripping sensation stopped him, he turned and then the pain kicked in. His hind leg was bloody pulpy mess and his Wendy, Wendy, had sunk her teeth deep into his flesh.

Dipper howled and as much as he regretted it, kicked outward at her with his hooves, trying to get out of the small depression he was trapped in. He wished anyone was here. Gargrunkle Stan, Mabel, Soos, anybody.

A great yank on his leg stopped him and the wrenching feeling brought more tears to his eyes.

The werewolf sat back on her haunches and cocked her head, her amber eyes gazing leisurely on the body of her prey. Dipper tried to pull himself up, but several failed attempts had him gasping and tearing up chunks of earth with his fists. He finally lay, defeated on the dirt.

Wendy, no this wasn't his Wendy. Wendy would never have that sadistic gleam in her eye as she stalked closer to him. Wendy was the playful tomboy who always dressed in flannel and defeated predators with her claws and her axe.

The werewolf snarled and Dipper made a last ditch attempt to escape. His fruitless efforts were rewarded with the wolf raking her claws across his haunches. Dipper screamed and suddenly he couldn't breathe because the wolf was on him and she was tearing and biting and oh it hurt so much.

Everything was blurred and dizzy, he could barely see, he was faint from shock or blood loss or probably both.

Hot warm canine breath ruffled his hair and he knew his cap had been lost in the struggle. The wolf snarled and Dipper stretched out his hand timidly and gasped,

"W- Wendy? It's m- me, Dipper. Don't you k- know me?"

For a second recognition seemed to spark in her fuzzy amber eyes, he thought he might have a chance but the wolf took over and howled at the moon before leaning in for the kill.

His last sensation was a great weight being lifted from him and a somehow familiar great gray thing blocking the light of the cursed moon.