Ugh. Okay. So I looooove Fables and am obsessed with TWAU so I decided that on my most recent playthrough of TWAU I would "novelize" the game and make it a story. So it follows the game and the choices I made in it, but I've alos tried to delve more into Bigby's character with knowledge of the Fables universe as well. So hopefully you might enjoy.

PS. Anyone who has read the comics or played the game knows that their is heavy coarse language, violence and sexual themes so consider yourself warned!

PPS. Obviously spoilers for the game and probably Fables too.

The night air was thick and damp. The sweltering summer heat had blistered into dank humidity and the cab's dusty air-conditioner gave little relief to the Sheriff as the vehicle chugged late into the night. Not that he minded the heat much anyway.

Sheriff Bigby Wolf rubbed his thumb and forefinger across the bridge of his broad nose and under tired eyes. Was his job ever done? It didn't seem to matter how hard he tried, there was always someone, somewhere causing trouble and when shit hit the fan, Bigby Wolf was most Fable's first port of call. Tonight it was Mister Toad, a loathsome little creature with a foul mouth and attitude to match. It didn't matter how many times Bigby gently reminded him that it was in his best interests to get himself glamoured lest he be sent to The Farm, the little cretin was always in his true, toad form. Bigby didn't enjoy constantly breathing down his neck, but it was for his own safety, and for the safety and protection of the entire Fable community.

Bigby stared out the window as the cab rode through the South Bronx. The streets were bathed in a neon glow and the soundtrack of the city was a constant symphony of sirens and an occasional gunshot. The cab rolled up to Toad's building and Bigby took in the sight as he got out of the car, double checking the address. Toad's building was a dilapidated old thing, splattered with crude graffiti and boarded up in places, with the odd makeshift clothes line hanging between two window. Bigby lit a cigarette. It was all he could do to try and douse the rancid cacophony of odors of the city that burned in his overly sensitive nostrils.

Bigby let himself into the building and immediately laid eyes on Mr Toad. He seemed distracted though and didn't acknowledge his presence as he stared curiously up the flight of stairs on the left side of the foyer. The floor of the foyer was littered with glass bottles and other bits of discarded trash. Paint and wallpaper was peeling off the disturbingly filthy walls and windows that had seemed all right from the outside were boarded up from the inside. And the whole building smelt like a bathroom.

"Mister Toad." Bigby said, announcing himself.

The Fable dropped his head and grunted under his breath, "Shit."

Toad spun around and Bigby took in his appearance, a delightful ensemble of a dirty white undershirt, visible beneath his shabby green cardigan and blue sweatpants. Most notable about his get up was perhaps the fact that he was, in fact a three-foot-tall toad.

"Bigby!" he greeted in his thick accent, clearly forcing enthusiasm, "Listen mate, I know I don't look human. It's a problem, I get it, I just stepped out of the apartment for just a second to see what kind of damage this drunk shit it doing."

Toad looked up at him with pathetic, pleading eyes, "Just cut me a break, yeah? I'll get me glamour first thing in the morning. Cross my heart."

Bigby glared at him, "I'm looking at a three foot toad. In a sweater. That's a problem."

Toad looked bashfully down at his attire.

"If you can't afford to look human," Bigby said matter-of-factly, "You're going to the Farm. It's as simple as that."

"You can't send me up to live with those animals!" Toad threw his little arms up.

Bigby shot him a look.

"You know what I mean!" Toad whined, dropping his arms and frowning.

Bigby was getting fed up. He had lost count long ago of the number of times he had had this conversation with this particular Fable.

"Go. See. A. Witch." He commanded, "Get a Glamour."

But the excuses kept flowing from Toad's mount like rain from a gutter.

"Bigby, they're bleeding me dry mate." He pleaded, "The quality of the spell goes down but the rates keep climbing up! Do you have any idea how much it costs to have an entire family in Glamour!?"

Toad was visibly upset now, and clearly distracted by the noises that had been coming from whoever was drunk upstairs.

"I don't make the rules. Sorry." Bigby stated cooly. Toad shook his head before having one last shot at flashing a set of pathetic puppy dog eyes at the Sherriff.

Bigby sighed, "I can't give you a free pass on this Toad. My hands are tied."

Toad's head dropped in disappointment, "Right, right."

"There's too much at stake." Bigby continued, trying to reason with the sad little creature. He did feel sorry for him. It was obvious from the state of his tenement building that he was doing it tough, and Bigby was well aware that Glamours weren't cheap, but he also knew the absolute necessity of having one, "Whatever it costs, it's worth it. You don't want me catching you out of glamour again."

His tone shifted from reasoning to threatening and Toad noticed. He blinked up at him with his big, wide eyes and shook his head in understanding.

All of a sudden, the sound of glass smashing rang out from upstairs, followed by the sound of something heavy falling into the street outside. Toad was now looking past Bigby, out the front door and the Sheriff noticed his expression change.

He threw his hands to his head, "Fuckin' hell!"

Bigby looked over his shoulder to see an old television set smashed on the sidewalk among a pile of shattered glass.

"See?" Toad cried, putting his hands on his hips, "This is what I called you about Sheriff! You just gonna stand there? Do something Bigby! Before he completely tears up the place!"

The Sheriff put out his cigarette and threw the butt to the ground where it joined the pile of accumulating garbage, "I should probably go handle this."

Bigby crossed past Mr Toad and took to the stairs.

"Yes please. Thank you." Toad sighed, a hint of triumph in his voice, he waved him happily up the stairs before his smile turned to a look of disdain, muttering under his breath, "Furry pricked gobshite… tell me how to spend my money."

If you like, I'll continue. If you don't I'll go back to hiding in my room. :)

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