Crickets chirped loudly, as the full moon hung high above Gravity Falls. The sleepy town was dead quiet, as the only signs of activity came from the animals in the forest. The animals, and the unique creatures that reside there.

On the edge of the forest, two gnomes had been discussing for the past hour about what to do for dinner. More specifically, they were talking about whether or not they should eat a body they found.

"I say we eat it," One of them stated.

"I don't know Frank. I'm pretty sure that it's still alive. Also, I'm pretty sure it's a human."

The body in question was lying on the ground in front of them, and looked like a teenager, about 15, and was wearing a half-tucked in white dress shirt, a black tie, and brown slacks. His chest was faintly rising up and down.

Frank's eyes were sifting back and forth between his associate and his potential meal. "Uh, no Steve, you silly guy, that's a, uh, business turkey."

Steve's face fell. "You think I'm an idiot, don't you?"

"Yep! Now bite that turkey!"

"Ok!" Steve exclaimed, his face cheerful as he pounced on the body's arm, giving it a huge chomp.

The body's eyes opened fast, as he shot up, screaming. He ripped the gnome from his arm, before throwing the mystical creature hard at the ground. Frank quickly ran up to his friend's motionless body.

"Frank?" Steve asked, weakly.

"Yes, Steve?"

"Turkeys are mean."

"I know, Steve." Frank said, before looking away, wistfully. "I know..."

A roar of anger earned back the attention of the two gnomes, as the man was now on his feet, his eyes yellow with anger. The gnomes gave a quick yelp of terror, before they scampered away.

"That's right, run you little jerks! With your stupid pointy hats and your stupid blue clothes, and your...stupid beards! And, and they're gone, you're just talking to yourself now." He blinked a couple of times, the yellow in his eyes disappearing into their normal color.

He scanned his surroundings for a second. He had no idea where he was. Come to think of it, he had a hard time remembering anything. Like his name. Or where he's from.

His name was...Bigby! Bigby Wolf! The Big Bad Wolf! He's a fable that lives in the Highlands, and...he had no clue how he got here.

Bigby groaned a little in frustration. He really thought he had it. He noticed the small town nearby, with the large lake close to it. He frowned, not recognizing anything.

He decided to go into town, hoping to find something that can help him. Or at least get a sense of his bearings. As he started walking into town, he decided that he should recite as many facts as he could. Maybe something else will pop into his head.

The Highlands are around New York. The mundies can't see it.

He makes other people uneasy. Due to his reputation, he can understand that.

With the help of Snow White, he's trying to reform and protect the fables around him.

He's a couple thousand years old, but looks like a regular teenager, albeit one with a lot of hair and a underlined urge to kill. Ok, so he's a lot like a teenager.

He eventually got to what seemed like the town square, as a multitude of buildings and businesses surrounded him. He couldn't help but notice how...normal, everything around here was. Well, not normal, but not out and out bizarre either. It's like the townspeople had no idea of the strange things around them.

Like those gnomes that tried to eat him. Note to self, never pass out in the woods again.

He looked up at a water tower in the distance, to read the words 'Gravity Falls' on them.

"Gravity Falls?" He said aloud. He never heard of it before.

This situation was hurting his head. Ok, so the Big Bad Wolf wakes up in a strange place, with no recollection of how he got there. That's weird.

He woke up in a magical forest with a gnome chomping on his arm. That's weirder.

Well, considering the fact that Bigby had no other idea on what to do, he decided that he needed to find the weirdest place in town, and start from there.

"But how am I going to find it?" He asked himself. Just then, he walked past an advertisement in a store window, that had an old man with an eye patch on it, next to a building.

'COME ON DOWN TO THE MYSTERY SHACK! THE WEIRDEST PLACE IN TOWN! no refunds'.

Bigby scratched his slightly hairy cheek. "That was easy."

Dipper could barely keep his eyes open, as he sat at the counter of the Mystery Shack gift shop with Wendy. It was a particularly slow day, and the two had been trying to stave off boredom by playing a game of 'Would You Rather'.

"Your turn," Wendy told him, with a small smile.

Dipper tapped on his chin for a second in thought. "Would you rather only smell feet, or only taste feet?"

Wendy looked at him for a second in silence. Dipper rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"We've been playing this for too long," Dipper stated.

Wendy laughed. "True dude. But I'd rather only smell feet. Who'd want to taste feet?"

The two laughed, before the owner of the Shack came barging in, dressed in his trademark suit. He had a frustrated look on his face.

"Where the heck is everyone!?" Stan asked. "We haven't had a single paying sucker in here all day!"

"Maybe because you keep calling them 'paying suckers'". Wendy reasoned, adding air quotes to the last two words.

"Ah, what do you know?" He responded, before looking around for a second. He then looked at Dipper. "Where's your sister? She's not stuck in the refrigerator again, is she? Cause twice is enough for one week."

"I'm over here!" Mabel called.

Grunkle Stan turned around to see his great niece, wearing a blue sweater with yellow stripes, sitting on the ground next to her beloved pig, who had at least ten Mystery Shack T-shirts over his pudgy body. With all of the shirts on, the pig looked even bigger than usual.

Stan took a second to process the scene in front of him. "Mabel, what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to see how many T-shirts Waddles can wear!" She explained. Then raised her arms high in the air. "We're going for the record!"

Waddles gave an oink in response.

Stan walked over to the two, looking down at them. He scratched his chin for a second. "Can I sell this?" He asked himself, looking up at the ceiling. "No, no I can't. Mabel, you can't just mess around with the merchandise like that!"

"But Grunkle Staaan," she whined. "There's nothing to do. And we're only 35 T-shirts from breaking the record!"

Dipper raised an eyebrow. "Uh, Mabel, is that even a recognized record?" He asked.

"Uh huh!" Mabel nodded, before pulling a giant, makeshift book out from behind her. "It's recognized by the Pignness Book of World Records!"

Wendy and Dipper looked at each other for a second, before shrugging.

"Look," Stan started, "I want those shirts off that pig, so I can put them on to other pigs, who will then give me money for them! Pigs in this metaphor is people, by the way."

"I got that," Mabel said.

"Good. NOW STRIP THAT PIG!"

At that instance, the door slammed open, making everyone in the room look at the visitor. He was a young, gruff man, who was smoking a cigarette. He looked around first, before he took a drag of his smoke.

"Sorry about that," Bigby said, looking at the door. "Guess I don't know my own strength."

Stan got a huge smile on his face, as he approached the stranger. "A customer! Welcome to the Mystery Shack! How may I help you? Would you like to buy anything? A Question T-Shirt perhaps?"

Stan then turned quickly to the pig on the ground, before ripping a shirt off of him. Waddles squealed in protest, before Stan presented it to the potential chump.

Bigby raised an eyebrow. "No...thanks..." He said, looking around. "I'm new in town, and it looks like I'm going to be staying here for a while. I hear this is the strangest place in around."

"That's right!" Stan nodded, almost desperate to get any amount of money from this guy. "If you can find weirder things anywhere else, then-" Stan cuts himself off, before he furrows his brow. "That could be a serious problem. Anyway, let me show you around!"

Stan grabs Bigby's arm, and drags him over to a table. "Behold!" Stan bellowed, before he showed Bigby a stuffed beaver with antlers glued on it. "The JackoBeav!"

Bigby didn't look impressed, as the JackoBeav was joined by about five more JackoBeavs, each one with glue obviously showing.

Grunkle Stan's face fell, as he set the phony abomination down. "Not a fan, huh? That's ok, I got a lot more merch that you'll be begging to have!"

"I can't wait," Bigby deadpanned, as Stan walked over to another table. Bigby flicked the ash off his cigarette onto the JackoBeavs, before following.

Meanwhile, Dipper, Wendy, and Mabel were all watching the interaction going on between the two from the counter, studying the new guy.

"He looks like he wants to punch Stan in the face," Wendy said with a smirk. "That'd be cool."

"He's hot!" Mabel exclaimed, as she hugged Waddles.

"Mabel..." Dipper said, exasperated. "He hasn't even been here for five minutes."

"So? Hotness isn't something that takes a while to see! Unless you're heating up a hot glue gun or something," She said, thoughtfully. "Anyway, look at him!"

Bigby had facepalmed while Stan explained a so-called "Unicorn fossil." It was just a slightly melted chocolate bunny without one of it's ears.

"He's so mysterious and serious!" Mabel fangirled on. She then gasped, letting go of Waddles. "He's so beautiful that his characteristics rhyme!"

"Girl, you need to chill out," Wendy said, cooly. "Sure he's cute, but he kinda looks like a jerk. Plus, look at his hair. I have literally no idea what's going on with that."

"I can change him!" Mabel declared.

Dipper pinched the bridge of his nose, as he noticed Waddles slowly walking up to Bigby, who was just half-heartedly giving his attention to Grunkle Stan. He looked down at the pig, who then squealed in fear, before running back to Mabel, who was now staring daggers at the new guy.

"Never mind," Mabel started. "Anyone who scares a poor innocent pig has to be a heartless jerk."

Dipper narrowed his eyes. The guy didn't do anything though. Waddles was just terrified to be around him.

After about the seventh obviously fake 'attraction', Bigby finally snapped. "Look, Mister..."

"Mystery!" Stan said. "Mr. Mystery!"

"Ok, that's not your actual name," Bigby said sharply. "Everything you showed me here today has been nothing but crap. The JackoBeavs are just beavers with glued on antlers, that fossil was just chocolate, and that is not the shrunken head of Abraham Lincoln. That's just a regular shrunken head with a top hat on it."

Stan looked back at the head in question, as it was sitting on a shelf. "Hey, get your facts straight!" Stan told him. "It also has a beard."

"I came here because I saw your ad, and I thought I would-"

Bigby cut himself off. Almost gave too much away there.

"-See some interesting stuff. But the only interesting thing here, is that everything is a sham!"

"Look pal, everything here is the genuine article!"

"On the ad, you were wearing an eye patch."

Stan went quiet for a moment. "I'm...wearing my contacts today."

"Oh for god's sake, you're wearing glasses! And that wouldn't make sense either way!" Bigby growled.

"Ok, if you're not going to buy something, then you're going to have to go," Stan told him.

"That suits me just-"

Bigby stopped talking when he noticed a book sitting on a table next to him. It had a six-fingered hand on the cover, with the number 3 on it.

"What's this?" He asked, as he picked up the book and started to flip through it.

Dipper's eyes widened in panic. "Hey!" He yelled, as he ran up to the taller man, jumping up to grab the book. "That's my journal!"

Bigby barely heard him, as he was skimming through the contents of the journal. He bared his teeth at a picture of the gnomes, but quickly realized that everything about this town was in this book.

"Give me back my journal!" Dipper yelled again. Bigby looked down at the boy, as he just realized what was happening.

"This is yours?" He asked, a bit confused as he lowered the book down to the boy.

Dipper immediately snatched it away. "Yes, it is. And I would appreciate it if jerks with weird hair didn't touch it!"

Bigby squinted his eyes, before gently patting his hair. He then went down on one knee, to get level with the paranormal investigator.

"What's your name?" He asked, nicely.

Dipper looked at him in suspicion. "What's yours?"

"Fair enough," the fable shrugged. "My name's Bigby Wolf," he introduced, as he stuck his hand out.

Dipper had a weird feeling when he heard that name. Like it was familiar. "I'm Dipper Pines," he told him, as he shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you. Listen, I'm really interested in that journal. I feel like it could help me out somehow. Is there any chance I could borrow it?"

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Mabel yelled, as she walked next to Dipper. "There's no way anyone is taking that journal from him!"

"Oh, come on," Bigby persisted. "I'll promise I'll be careful with it."

"Yeah, nice try," Dipper started, "But no one gets to have this journal but me."

Bigby studied the twins for a few moments, as he took another drag of his cigarette. Something tells him that they're smarter than they look. That they know things.

Bigby stood back up. "Alright, how about this. I won't take the journal. I would like it if you could help me out though."

Dipper furrowed his brow. "Why would we help you out?"

"I could make it worth your while," he tempted. He didn't feel right negotiating with a 12-year old. It felt odd. "Say, pizza and ice cream?"

Mabel's eyes widened in excitement. "You'll take us to Hoo-Ha Owl's Pizzamatronic Jamboree!?"

"Uh, I guess?" Bigby said, tentatively. "Is that the only place that has pizza and ice cream around here?"

"Well, there's a lot of places that sell them separately," Mabel explained, "but that particular yummy combo is only at Hoo-Ha's. Not to mention the singing robots!"

"Ugh," Dipper shuddered. "Please don't mention the singing robots."

Bigby rolled his eyes at the idea of singing robots. "Fine, meet me there tomorrow at three."

Stan then stormed up right in front of Bigby. "Hold on there Cheapo Creepo. I don't want you anywhere near my kids! I'm there guardian for the summer, and I'll be damned if I get arrested for child endangerment! That's the one charge I don't have!"

Bigby sighed. "Would it make you feel better if they brought a chaperone or something?"

"Oh, we could bring Soos! He loves that place!" Mabel suggested. Dipper still looked uncomfortable about the whole situation.

Stan looked at the twins in deep thought, trying to decide what to do. He then turned back to Bigby. "Alright Wolfy, if the kids really want to do it, then they can go. But I'm giving Soos permission to kill."

Good luck with that, Bigby thought. He then took the cigarette out of his mouth, before dropping it to the ground and crushing it with his foot. "Tomorrow at three," he reminded the kids. "See you then."

With that, he turned on his heel and went out the front door. Wendy then joined the others from behind the counter.

"That...was something," she said.

Dipper hummed to himself in curiosity. There was something off about Bigby Wolf. And he was going to figure out what.