AN: By the way, I forgot to mention that this story takes place before they know who the author is, but it's still in the season 2 timeframe. So, between "Into the Bunker" and "Not What He Seems." But anyway, enjoy the chapter. :)

Chapter 2

Dipper woke up in a hospital bed surrounded by muffled noises.

"Uuuggghh," he groaned as his vision started coming back to him foggily.

"DIPPER!," he heard a familiar voice yell.

But before he even had a chance to take in his surroundings, something rammed into him with enough force to make him see little white dots dance around his vision. The whatever-it-was was embracing him so tightly that it nearly crushed every last ounce of air out of his lungs, and he could've sworn he felt a few ribs crack. His face was suddenly engulfed in brown, fluffy hair.

'Defiantly Mabel,' Dipper thought to himself weakly, trying to breathe thorugh all the thick hair and the bone-crushing hug.

"Ma-bel…," he said with great effort. "You're c-crushing me."

The moment Dipper got the words out, Mabel let go of him. Dipper however, only had an short amount of time to catch his breath and relize what the heck was going on before Mabel started yelling again, unable to contain her excitment at the fact that her brother was alright.

"OH-MY-GOSH-ARE-YOU-OKAY-I'M-SO-GLAD-YOU'RE-OKAY-I-THOUGHT-YOU-WERE-DEAD!," Mabel yell-talked so quickly that almost no one could understand what she said. Dipper had a massive ringing in his ears that made every noise sound muffled and drowned out, so all he heard from his sister was a somewhat familiar voice saying a bunch of random words that were all slurred together.

"Wow, wow, wow...slow it down. You sound like you've eaten an entire shelf of Smile Dip." (Yes, I just mentioned Smile Dip...delicious, nightmare-inducing Smile Dip) Dipper said as he held his forehead in his palms and shut his eyes, trying to get rid of his head-splitting migraine. Even his own voice sounded strange to him. Mabel opened her mouth, about to repeat everything she had just said, but Grunkle Stan silenced her by quickly putting his hand over her mouth.

"What your sister is trying to say is that you were attacked by some kind of wild animal," Stan started.

Soos, whom (It might be who. Sorry if I'm wrong, I was bad at knowing the difference between the two. CONTINUE!) Dipper didn't even realize was in the room until he spoke, continued, "Yeah. There was like, blood everywhere and there was this huge wound-type-thing on your shoulder. Mr. Pines called an ambulance and Mabel was freaking out and crying because she thought you were already dead and-" The handyman was cut off when he saw Mabel's eyes had tears beginning to form in them.

"Hehe… sorry," Soos tried to cover for what else he was going to say.

Mabel wiped away the forming tears and said, "But the good thing is that you're alive."

It was all coming back to him now. The search, the blood-chilling howl. It was all coming back. Suddenly, Dipper remembered why he was in the hospital in the first place and swung his right hand over to the opposite shoulder, afraid that the claws of the werewolf had torn his arm clean off. To his great relief, his left arm was still in its rightful place.

"So," Grunkle Stan began (I'm a poet and I didn't even know it), "Do you have any recollection of what attacked you?"

"Yes," Dipper said, still holding his head, "But if I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

"Well, tell me anyway," Stan insisted.

"Okay, but you're going to think I'm crazy," Dipper said uneasily. "I think I was attacked...by a werewolf."

Stan just stared at him blankly and said, "Well, you were right. You're crazy."

AN: Well, that was chapter two. I hope you liked it, and sorry that it was so short, but chapter three is gonna be long. I'm still working on it though, so please be patient with me. Thank you for the positive reviews, and thank you to my first follower. I really appreciate your support. Love ya ;)