*Back in black starts playing*

*Kicks your door down*

Guess who's back in action! Enjoy this weeks chapter!

*Pets your animals*

*Jumps out your window*


Dipper cracked open the bathroom door.

"Guys?" Dipper called, looking towards the staircase. "Hello?" He turned his head toward the other end of the hall. Not hearing a reply, he swung the door open the rest of the way and trotted out of the bathroom. His hooves made a hollow sound on the wooden flooring as he made his way towards the stairs. His ears perked as the soft sound of voices hit his ears.

"Grunkle Stan? Mabel?" Dipper inquired as he made his way down the steps. Soos's figure slowly appeared at the base of the steps.

"Oh, hey Dipper," Soos grinned. He was leaning against the wall the conjoining the entry way and the living room. "How you feeling?"

"Um... O.K.?" Dipper shrugged, rolling his left shoulder back. "Just tired, maybe."

"Well, that's alright Dude," Soos grinned. "You really moved the second you caught wind of the Corduroys." Dipper cocked his head to the side, puzzled.

"The Corduroys? Like Wendy? I thought I smelt like, a big dog or something." Dipper turned his head to the side. "Maybe a wolf? Raccoon? I could have sworn it was a dog smell..." He muttered.

"Well, you're not really wrong dude." Soos chuckled.

"Hey! Dipper!" Called in another voice. Dipper peered in from behind the divider wall. The fur along his lower spine rose.

"Hey man," Wendy tentatively waved. She quickly moved her arm to wipe her eyes, where her red fur looked damp. Dipper's hands tightened on the wall, turning his knuckles white. His muscles tensed.

"Hello!" Grinned a small manotaur, whom Dipper recognized as Wendy's youngest brother. Wendy held him in her lap, as if she was holding him close a moment ago.

"Dude," Soos soothed, placing a hand on Dipper's flank. Dipper whined, stepping backwards.

Wendy continued to look towards him, with a hint of hurt in her eyes, but continued to smile unnaturally through her new muzzle.

"How's it going Dip's?" Wendy tried. She placed her brother on the T-Rex head and attempted to stand up on her two back legs, only to come falling forward and landing on all fours. She pushed herself up again, steadying in a hunched over position.

Dipper backed up, only to have the way blocked by Soos.

"Come on Dude, it's alright," Soos promised. He slowly pushed Dipper forward into the living room. Dipper dug his hooves in the floor and spread his arms wide, defiantly pushing back against the bigger man.

"Hey, it's alright man," Wendy smiled. She spread her arms. "It's still me, see?" She tugged at her flannel shirt, which was in reality quite torn, but was still in one piece.

Dipper lowered his arms, but continued to look uncertainly towards Wendy. Soos stepped back as Dipper walked on towards the outer wall. He began to circle the room, never taking his eyes off of the canine visitor.

Dipper stopped as he came towards the window.

"Did I pass your inspection yet?" Wendy asked, a hint of amusement sneaking into her voice.

"Mmm..." Dipper trailed off, leaning against the window. "I guess..."

"Ah, that's killer," Wendy grinned even wider, showing off her teeth. Dipper's eyes widened before Wendy threw her hands up in surrender. "Expression! Just an expression."

Dipper crossed his arms over his chest hurriedly

"Yeah, I know," he muttered. "I'm just jumpy is all."

"Hey Red-heads, your rides here." Stanford announced, stepping into the living room. Mabel was held in the crook of his arm, only to be dropped unceremoniously into the kitty pool as Stanford made his way to the kitchen.

"Dad's here?" Wendy's littlest brother pushed himself off the skull and scrambled to the window.

"Don't know who else it would be," Wendy smiled. "It took him long enough."

Wendy's brother didn't reply. Instead, he excitedly pushed past Dipper and pulled himself up onto the windowsill, using his two hooves to push off of the wall.

"Hi Dad!" He screamed, waving frantically. Dipper stepped forward, picking up the red head from below the shoulders. Little Corduroy yelped out in surprise, turning and grinned back at Dipper, whom returned the gesture, ears twitching happily. Momentarily grunting, Dipper heaved him onto his lower back. The pair returned there attention to the window.

Wendy stayed back by the recliner, returning to all fours. Mabel surfaced through the water and swum to the side of the pool closest to Wendy.

"Hey," Mabel announced. She placed her elbows on the edge of the pool and interlocked her fingers to make a cradle for her chin.

"Hey Mab's" Wendy answered equally energetic.

"How our brother's take the whole carnivore thing?"

"Could've been worse," Wendy admitted. Dipper turned his head back in that moment, only to quickly look away when he noticed Wendy glancing his way.

"Has Dipper been this jumpy since the change, or just since I got here?" Wendy inquired, lowering her voice.

"Well, not this bad, but your other brother's been sleeping on the porch too, so I think it's more of the whole pack thing." Mabel explained. "But at the same time, today was the first time he went into a full out 'Deer panic'."

Mabel paused as an impish grin spread on her face.

"You could say his calmer side has been deerly missed."

Wendy playfully punched Mabel's shoulder. "My god, little mermaid, I'm going through some emotional trauma at the moment. Hold back your terrible puns."

The pair halted their conversation as Dipper walked away from the window. Wendy's little brother waved him forward as he trotted through the door, which Soos held open for them. Soos followed them outside.

"There goes team trotter," Wendy joked. Mabel pouted.

"Oh, sure, you can pun all you want," She mumbled.

"Well yeah, I need to express my thoughts or they could worsen my fragile mental state." Wendy stated mockingly. Pausing, a moment, she pulled the her tail out from under herself, placing it on the floor with a look of disgust.

"Alright then, you want to talk about the fuzzy situation?"

"Not especially," Wendy sighed. "But I probably should. What do you want to start with?"

"Oh. I didn't think you'd want to talk about monster thing to be honest." Mabel answered. "Want to start with how your youngest brothers been taking this? I think he's been adjusting pretty well."

"Pip squeak? Naw, I don't think he understands what happened."

"What?" Mabel crossed her arms. "I'd say he was pretty terrified earlier. I think he knew what was going on."

Wendy shook her head.

"No, he was just... confused. Earlier, he didn't know why we were chasing him. We stopped when got here. Now that he doesn't think he's in danger, he thinks it was all a game."

"Oh."

"Oh's right, man. This sucks." Wendy complained, leaning back into her palms. "How'd it all go down for you, Dip, and ?'

"Not much better," Mabel forced a laugh through the grimace spreading across her face.

"Aw, come on man," Wendy nudged Mabel's shoulder. "You know my story, it's your turn to tell me yours."

Mabel shifted uncomfortably.

"I was stuck underwater for a couple hours." Mabel started. "Dipper and I got separated for a while."

Wendy remained quiet, and made a motion with her hands for Mabel to continue. Mabel sighed.

"Well, me and Dipper decided to go find this creek..."


"Hey Manly Dan," Greeted Soos as he walked up to the truck parked in Mystery Shack's Drive way. Dan grunted in reply, kicking the door open with his foot. He stumbled out of the truck, holding tight to the door.

"Stupid bull legs!" Dan shouted. Soos glanced down at Dan's legs, noticing the shaggy red hair and pair of hooves poking out of his pant legs.

"What's up with all the hooves?" Soos wondered out loud.

"What that's supposed to mean?" Dan demanded, squinting suspiciously. Soos glanced up towards Dan's head, noting the horns growing out from both sides.

"Just thinking out loud," He waved off. "The trip here took a little long, didn't it? I didn't think you lived that far away." Soos changed the subject.

"I had to dig out a first aid kit," Dan spat.

"What? Are you alright?"

"Not for me."

Soos turned his head as a face appeared in the back window of the truck.

"Hi," weakly waved a red-orange figure. Soos recognized him as the oldest of the Corduroy boys. He was wrapped in several layers of medical bandages, mostly around his middle and thighs. Another stretch of it was wrapped around his forehead. A pillow was placed beneath his stomach.

"Aw, dude, what happened to you?" Soos asked.

"His siblings happened," Dan answered unhappily. "They knocked me in the head before tearing up my boy's side!"

"Wendy kicked the table at Dad while my little brother jumped at me," The young teen elaborated. "Pipsqueak jumped out a window. Dad was dazed for a while."

Dan pushed his son back with his palm, making him fall backwards and out of sight behind the truck door.

"Well, that'll happen." Dan deadpanned while shooting a glare towards the back window.

"Come on Dad, it's not like they stripped away your "tough man" title. You don't need to be all defensive about it."

Dan went to shove the boy back out of view, only to have his son dodge his hand. The boy in the truck opened his mouth and hissed defensively, revealing a long forked tongue.

"Whoa, what the heck was that!" Soos exclaimed.

The Corduroy boy quickly pulled the tongue back into his mouth. He blinked in surprise, as if he hadn't seen the strange appendage yet either.

"Mind if I take a peek at you?" Soos asked, leaning towards the vehicle's window as to get a better look at the boy. His face came to a point towards his nose, forming a short muzzle. Towards the other end of his body, long red tail was rest against the opposite door. The tail had a different texture from the rest of the body, and formed hair free, insect like segments. It came to an end in a pointed orb shape.

"Um, do you mind giving me some space?" The boy asked, shyly pulling his hat lower down his face. It bulged awkwardly because of the small main circling from the base of his neck to where it merged with his hairline.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, dude." Soos smiled, stepping back from the window. Catching movement from the corner of his eye, he cocked his head to the left.

"Hey there little dudes," Soos greeted.

"Hey Soos," Dipper smiled back. He trotted up quickly, coming to a stand still beside the truck.

"Hello!" Grinned the tiny manotaur seated on his back.

Soos looked back and forth a moment.

"Where'd Dan go?" Soos asked.

"He went over to pick up Wendy and her other brother. He's talking to Grunkle Stan right now." Dipper explained. "Who were you talking to?"

"Hey," The boy peeked out the window again. "You must be Dipper. Wendy talks about you sometimes." He held a large cat like paw out the window for a hand shake.

Dipper's eye's widened at the sight of the the clawed paw. He began to back away, only to be blocked by Soos.

"Come on buddy, not this again." Soos warned playfully.

"No, no I'm fine." Dipper responded, puffing his chest out defiantly. Placing both hands on Soos's arm, he pushed away and shook Corduroy's hand. Corduroy grinned and pulled his arm back into the truck.

"You must be Mitch, right?" Dipper asked.

"Well, no, not really. It's just part of some dumb inside joke Wendy's been pulling since March, but feel free to call me that."

"Alright then," Dipper nodded. "I'm also up for nicknames." Mitch shrugged, then turned to face the whole group. He raised a hand and gestured towards Soos."

"Hey, so I'm guessing you're a golem, right?"

"That's what I've been told." Soos grinned.

Alright, so what are you?" Mitch flipped his paw over so he was pointing at Dipper.

"Cervitaur." Dipper answered proudly. "You know about mythology?"

"Enough," Mitch chuckled. "I went through a bit of a monster phase in middle school. Journals, trading cards, books, the works." He swung his tail forward, grabbing the tip. "Think I ended up with manticore. Missed out on the wings though."

"That's what you're complaining about?" Dipper asked skeptically.

"I have right to be in denial." Mitch stated calmly. He raised his head, turning uncomfortably to look behind Dipper. "Hey guys." He greeted.

Dipper's jumped as a low growl sounded from behind himself, causing him to collapse onto to the driveway. Pipsqueak tumbled off his back and landed with a soft 'oof'." The remaining Corduroy boy stalked pass on all fours before leaping into the open back window of the truck.

"Hey!" Mitch protested, pushing his brother off of his back with both arms.

The werewolf fell to the floor with no complaints before quickly nodding off.

"Lazy dork," Mitch mumbled.

"Says the lazy dork who's been laying in the back of the truck," Wendy voiced, walking up beside Dipper. She reached forward and pulled open the passenger side of the truck.

"Oh, H-hey Wendy." Dipper greeted, pushing himself off the ground.

"Hey man. Hey Soos," Wendy smiled, looking away from her brother. "There you are Pipsqueak." She pushed away from the truck door and scooped her littlest brother up in her arms before tossing him into the back widow with her other brothers. Wendy crawled into the front seat immediately after and closed the door behind herself.

Dipper exhaled loudly and placed his head in his hands. He felt Soos place a gooey hand on his shoulder.

"You alright dude?" Soos asked quietly.

"I'm going to get eaten by the end of this week." Dipper replied without lifting his head.

"Ah, come on, bro. Think about the cool side. I'll start it for you. At least..."

"I have less predators in my house than Pipsqueak."

"That's not how this exercise works dude."


"Hey, Wendy, is dad coming soon?" Mitch asked, leaning forward into the driver's space.

"Yeah, He'll be here in a minute. wanted to give him something to stash in our freezer." Wendy replied.

"Stash it? What is this, CSI? Are we stashing a body?" Inquired her middle brother, who was laying on the floor.

"Dude, shut up." Wendy hushed, motioning blindly with her hand. "Stanford wanted us to hide some boxes so Dipper wouldn't freak. You heard about what he was like when he heard us out in the woods."

"What's in the boxes?" Pipsqueak asked. His hooves dangled freely below his seat beside Mitch.

"Oh..." Mitch uttered in realization as he watched Dan exit the Mystery Shack with a medium sized box tucked under his arm beyond Dipper and Soos. The large writing on the Box disappeared as Dan turned the written side to face his ribs.

"Yeah," Wendy agreed while playing with the dials on the dash.

"What is it?" Asked the Corduroy on the floor. Mitch lay down again, out of sight from the window, as if he was scared of being heard by the pair out side the window.

"A box of venison."


AN/

*Crawls back through your window*

*Whispers* I'm sorry...

So sorry... for the Hiatus.

Writer's block hit me HARD. Like, I'm so sorry. I have no excuse. I've just had writers block. I'm SORRY. Also, I'm sorry to anyone who commented since the last update, because when writer's block hits me, I feel guilty for not updating. Then I start thinking about what people would think if I wrote a comment, but didn't write a chapter for a month. And then the same thing happens with PMs. And then I go into "Overthink every possible senorio so that it makes me look like a terrible person so I avoid FF for a month" mode. Like, whoops, I guess.

To the anon Poohbear: Thank you! I also apologize BECAUSE THIS WAS NOT "SOON" AT ALLDipper cracked open the bathroom door.

To the anon Erised101: I read your comment just as I went to update this story. I can not tell you how much it means to me that you were worried I was going to abondon this story. Just... Thanks man. Thank you so much. I have no intentions on not finishing this story, and messages like that just ensure I'll keep coming back.