Wendy's POV

Everybody was gathered in the Mystery Shack gift shop. Well, Soos and I. Stan had gone out to get a new tuxedo for the funeral. Dipper's funeral. Mabel wasn't here, but then again, we'd gotten up not too long ago. Soos and I had fallen asleep at the party. Soos had slept in Stan's chair in the living room; I fell asleep on a couch Stan got out for the party. Soos managed the cleaning up after the party. While he was cleaning, I had looked throughout the house for Mabel. Suddenly, I heard the door creak open. Mabel walked in, looking slightly drowsy. "Well, there you are! Where've you been?" I asked. Mabel walked in smiling and calmly replied. "I was running an errand. She removed her coat and placed it on the floor after quickly putting an object in her pocket. I didn't see what it was, but let her walk upstairs.

Mabel's POV

When I got to the attic, I put the blue bottle in the dresser drawer. I sat on my bed until I heard the phone ring downstairs. I ran back downstairs, passing Soos and Wendy and picking up the phone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hello, Mabel, this is daddy, your mother and I are coming over for the funeral, and we should be there soon. We've decided to stay for a few days, you know, visit my Uncle Stan."

"Okay, I love you, dad,"

I think I could hear my parents sobbing. "Love you sweetie, we'll be over soon,"

I hung up, and I felt a bit sad. My parents were in so much pain, and I don't blame them. This is a difficult time for all of us. I looked out the window, seeing the foggy sky and rain pour. "Hey, buddy? You alright?" Wendy snapped her fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my trance. "You've been staring off into space for a minute there," she said concerned. "I'm fine, don't worry," I said. She looked at me with a questioning look on her face. "You sure? You can talk to me," "I'm fine! I swear," I continued to gaze out the window.

"Well, Stan will be back soon, the funeral is in about four hours,"

She walked out of the room, slumping back in Stan's chair. I thought about my plan to give the cure to Pacifica. Suddenly, I felt incredibly worried. Somewhere, out there, my friend was dying.

When Stan got home, we got in his car. Soos rode shotgun, Wendy sat in the back beside me. The rain slipped down the car window. We passed several trees, I could occasionally see an animal, once, I thought I saw the hooded man again. I shrugged it off and enjoyed the rest of the ride. Well, as much as you can going to see your dead brother.

When we got to the funeral, I saw that most of the town was here. The funeral wasn't holding any viewing of the body, as Dipper's was never found. The funeral was just outside the cemetery, the rain was pouring down steadily. The gloomy sky set the mood. Rows of seats were in front of me, along with a table acting as a place for a priest to speak. I noticed the people here were looking quite sad. Well, it was a funeral, but it was nice to know that people cared. I sat next to Wendy and hoped this passed soon, I hated depression.

The funeral seemed to pass in a blur. A priest led us in prayer, people said words of Dipper, but I couldn't. I was too depressed to try. Dipper wouldn't want me to mess up a speech about him, and after I stayed up all night, I was both tired and sad. After the funeral, I was walking to the car when I was pulled away from the leaving crowd.

I looked to what pulled me away. "Do you have it?" they asked.

"Yeah, I got it, Pacifica. I have it in a drawer in my bedroom so it wouldn't break here,"

She grinned. "Good. I need you to meet me with that at the cave Dipper vanished in. Come alone, do you understand? Promise,"

"What?"

"You need to promise me you'll come alone, I swear I will."

"Sure, I guess."

"Good, we'll meet at eight, just before the moon rises. The summer moon rises late," she said.

This disturbed me, but I agreed to this. So I got in the car and rested.

Wendy's POV

It was seven. Mabel was quiet upstairs, probably depressed from the funeral, I wouldn't blame her, and I was, too. After Robbie and I split up, Mabel and he began to hang around my friends. Robbie and I didn't interact much; I was kind of pissed at him, so it makes sense. Dipper started to get shy around me; eventually I put two and two together, and I realized his crush. I partially returned this, he was smart, mature, and reliable, but, the age gap between us was quite noticeable, and awkward. If he was a few years older…

Suddenly at seven thirty, Mabel came down in her pink gloves and coat, hood zipped up. "Where you goin'?" I asked. "Out," she simply answered. She ran out the door. "I'll tell yopur parents!" I said. I assumed she was taking a walk. To think, I guess. I was wrong.

Mabel's POV

Walking in the woods usually relaxes me, but I wasn't calm. In fact, the hooded man's warning kind of unnerved me. Pacifica acted a bit strange earlier, no matter how big a jerk the hooded man is, I felt like part of me trusted him. It was odd.

When I got to the cave, I just barely saw something move from the corner of my eye.

Something big.

"Ah, good! You made it," Pacifica smiled, walking out of the cave. "You got the bottle?" she asked. I nodded, taking the bottle out of my coat pocket. "Mabel, before I get this bottle, we need to talk."

Something moved behind Pacifica. It was big, had long arms, had fur, pale eyes, and looked familiar.

"Oh, crap," I thought. "Werewolf? Now?"

"Mabel, there's something I've been hiding from you. I didn't think you'd help me, so, I needed to… motivate you."

"I… don't understand," I said.

"If you didn't help me, you had no reason to, but since you're bitten, you need this cure as much as I do, for precaution. Mabel, the one who attacked and infected you, was me,"

'WHAT?'

"You did this to me? I knew you were cruel, but this? That's low!" she glared. "Mabel, you're helping more than me, it was a necessary evil, this goes out farther than you realize. I'm not talking just being cured, or living in the shadows. For hundreds of years, those blessed with the Lycan's glorious power has been shunned, or even killed. My grandfather introduced me to this, I know it sounds insane, sociopathic, but trust me, too many have suffered."

I didn't like where this was going.

"He enlightened me. The Lycans are powerful creatures, we are superior, and why should we be shunned? Why not the weak?" she smiled in an ominous way. "That's when my grandfather told me the solution. Complete global domination. Lycans are superior to humans; we are to bring this world to a glorious new beginning! Mabel, join me, join us,"

Suddenly, werewolves walked into view, forming a circle around us. They kneeled. Quickly, I put the cure in my jacket. "You aren't getting this as long as I'm alive!" I cried. Pacifica looked mad. "You moron! I can give you power! When people find out your secret, they'll kill you!" she said.

"I don't care, sometimes, sacrifice is necessary for the greater good,"

Pacifica pulled a revolver similar to Simon's from her jacket. "You have a ten second head start," she said. I stood there, dumbfounded. "Are you deaf? Run! GO!" she cried. The werewolves growled at me, looking at me, furious. I ran into the woods, not choosing a specific direction, I heard Pacifica yelling far off.

"Run, Forrest! Run!"

I must've run for a short time, it took about two minutes until I had to stop. I had reached the cliffs above Lake Gravity Falls. I turned to run, but werewolves stepped out of the woods, surrounding me. I saw Pacifica step out into view. She held her revolver, loading it. The bullets resembled silver bullets with three small barbs on the front. Pacifica held the bullets by a black part on the back of the bullet.

"How disappointing," she said. I backed up until the cliffs were under my ankles. Fear pulsed through every vein in me. Every fiber of my being knew terror. She aimed the gun. "Mabel, you could've ruled the world, but you sacrificed yourself to save idiots who don't realize how great they have it. Open your eyes!" she put her finger on the trigger, smiling.

"Good riddance,"

The barbed bullet did not go inside me, but the spikes stabbed my chest. The silver burned, the worst pain I'd ever felt. Suddenly, tiredness overcame me. As I plummeted off the cliff, I closed my eyes, letting the dark, cold water consume me.

A.N

Yeah, OOC for Pacifica, kinda, but in this story, she's insane! Lycanthrocosis attacks sanity. The next chapter will be up soon, then an epilogue, I wanted to leave this chapter ended in a cliffhanger.