A/N: Hello! I probably should of done this on the first chapter, but whatever. This is my first story on FanFiction, and I'm still trying to figure some things out. I'd like to thank everybody who's reading this, as it means that I'm not totally wasting my time. I'd just like to take a moment and explain a few things.

Bigby in this story is from the Highlands, the place the fables lived before they were driven out. I wanted to make Bigby a bit more relatable to the others, so I made him look more like a teen than an adult. Fabletown doesn't exist yet, and Bigby is just starting to become the sheriff of his land.

Now this doesn't exactly follow the series to a tee, which is why Mayor Befuttlefumpter is still alive. There's a good chance that some of the revelations from the show will be made, but I also want to put some originality here. Lastly, if the tone seems off, I apologize. This humor is really unique and can make it difficult to find. I'd like to think I'm doing a good job though. Enjoy!

The morning after the meeting with the town's newest resident, Dipper and Mabel were hanging out in their room. Dipper was on his bed, chewing on a pen and thinking about Bigby's proposal, while Mabel was reading a pre-teen magazine on hers. She was wearing a yellow sweater with clouds on it.

"I don't think we should go to Hoo-Ha's," he told his twin, who stopped reading an article about a new boy band to look at her brother.

"Why?" She asked. "I thought we were all excited to go."

"YOU were all excited to go," Dipper corrected. "I can't stand that place since .GIFany tried to kill us. Besides, that's not the reason I don't want to go."

"Oh, you don't want to help Mister Gruff."

Dipper nodded. "There's something I don't trust about him. I mean...I don't know. Something isn't right."

"Maybe he's a cop!" Mabel reasoned.

Dipper raised an eyebrow. "Why would you say that?"

Mabel shrugged. Dipper rolled his eyes. "Anyway," he continued, "it's just that anyone who's wanted this journal has been up to something. Bill, Gideon, and now Bigby."

Mabel snickered slightly. "Bigby..." she giggled. "Such a weird name."

"I don't want to go," Dipper said. With that, the smile on Mabel's face fell.

"But Dipper, I already told Soos about it. And he was really excited about going."

Dipper sighed. He knew how much that place meant to Soos. Even after he almost got killed, it was still the handyman's favorite place in the world. "I don't know..."

"The worst that can happen is that we leave. It's a public place Dipper. What's he going to do?"

Dipper looked at Mabel in surprise. "That's actually a well-thought out point. When did you turn so smart?"

Mabel gave a huge, metal smile. "Well, I did put like thirty smarty stickers on my head when I woke up this morning. Do you want one?"

"Heh, no thank you Mabel, I-"

"Boop!" She interrupted, as she stuck a sticker of a brain on Dipper's head. "Now you'll be ready for anything!" She told him, as he didn't look convinced.

"Let's just get Soos and do this," He said, getting out of his bed, and bringing the journal with him.

Bigby was sitting down at Hoo-ha's, and currently had his fingers jammed into his ears, as the animatronics sang the exact same song that he's heard 834 times by now. Ok, that might be an exaggeration, but it was getting on his nerves.

He looked around at the children's play place, as tiny kids ran around, shouting at the top of their lungs. Like animals.

And coming from him, that actually means something. He swears, if those kids stood him up, there is going to be hell to pay. At least for those animatronics. Any more of that stupid song, and Bigby might just rip their legs off.

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After a ten minute drive, Dipper, Mabel, and Soos finally pulled up to Hoo-Ha's in Soos' truck. The three then jump out.

"Ok little dudes," Soos said, "Mr. Pines told me that I'm your bodyguard for the day. If anyone tries anything to get to you guys, I'm suppose to stop it."

Soos then notices a woman, who has a camera pointed at something nearby. Soos grabs the camera, and then smashes it to the ground. "No flash photography!" He tells the woman, who gives him a scowl before leaving. Soos then turns back to the twins with a smile. "I'm pretty good at this."

"We'll be ok, Soos," Dipper assured. "We're just going to talk to this guy real quick, get some pizza, and get out."

"And play some games!" Mabel added. "I want to get that fluffy pink notebook I saw in there the other day. And then decorate it with these!" Mabel exclaimed, as she pulled out a couple of odd looking, purplish flowers.

"Where did you get those?" Dipper asked.

"I found them behind the Mystery Shack," she explained. "Look how cool they are." She then started to wave them around. "WoooOooOo. Crazy flowers. WooOooOooO."

Dipper sighed. "Can we just get this over with?" He asks, making Mabel frown, and having her stick the flowers in her pocket.

"Relax bro," Soos said, "This'll be fun. It's always fun at Hoo-Ha's. It's like they put a spell on that place or something." Soos then furrowed his brow in thought, before his eyes widened in shock. He gasped. "It all makes sense! It's a conspiracy!"

The twins shared a blank look with each other, before they go and enter the restaurant. After a moment with his jaw agape, Soos followed.

Once inside, they looked around, to see Bigby hunched over a table, drinking a soda. He then notices them, and waves the Mystery Group over.

"That's their chaperone? Looks like a human seal," He mumbled to himself, as Mabel bounded towards him, and quickly sat in the chair across from him.

"Hi!" The hyperactive girl greeted, as she takes her seat across from him.

"Um, hi, uh..."

"Mabel!" She introduced, quickly figuring out that he didn't know her name. She stuck her hand out, as Bigby took it and gently shook it. Dipper and Soos soon joined them, and sat down next to the girl. Dipper had set the journal down on the table, as Bigby eyed it with interest. He then took a drink of his soda.

"Whoa dudes, you were right," Soos started, "He does have crazy hair."

Bigby furrowed his brow in annoyance. "And you are?"

"Oh, I'm Soos, but my friends call me Soos."

Bigby raised a finger, as he looked like he was about to say something. Thinking better of it, he then went back to his normal demeanor.

"So," Dipper said, "Why do you want the journal?"

Bigby looked at the young boy with a hard stare. To be honest, Bigby had no idea what he wanted. It was obvious something strange was happening. People don't just wake up on the other side of the country for no reason. But he doesn't know weather the answers are back at the Highlands, or here in Gravity Falls.

Considering some of the weird things he's seen, he has a feeling it might be here.

"How about we get some pizza first, bro?" Soos asked. "I'm starved!"

Bigby looked at the portly man. A wolfish grin got on his face. "You know, I hear you can win a free pizza if you beat the high score on SkeeBall."

"Seriously!?" Soos exclaimed. "I'm like, scary good at SkeeBall. Like, I frighten myself sometimes when I play." Soos then shivered at the thought. "See?"

"Yeah, you're scaring me a little too," Bigby told him. "Why don't you see if you can win?"

Soos stood up with determination. "It's my destiny," he stated, as he quickly walked away.

"As for you," Bigby started, looking at Mabel, "it looks like you just want to have some fun."

"Well, pshgoy," Mabel scoffed. "I'm only the most fun-loving person in the entire universe."

Bigby then pulled ten bucks out from his pocket, and handed it to Mabel. "How about you play some games? Win some tickets? Just go nuts?"

Mabel stared wide-eyed at the money. She carefully took it, as she stared at it in wonderment. "Use this power for good, Mabel..." she whispered to herself. She then shook her head. "What am I saying? I'm totally going to abuse this!" She admitted, as she took off, laughing evilly.

"Wait, guys!" Dipper called, realizing that he was now alone with the man. Bigby stared at him, as if deciding on what to do.

"Alright, kid," he began, "I know you're smart. Smarter than you look."

"Hey, I look smart!" Dipper defended.

"You look like a plate of spaghetti with a head attached. But that's not important. What is important is the fact that you can help me."

Dipper was suspicious. "Help you with what?"

"I need to know if there's some of the...weird occurrences that happen around here in that book. Stuff that could transport things."

Dipper didn't like this. Why did this guy need to know about this? And why was he so willing to accept the strange stuff that happens around town? "Why do you want to know?"

Bigby sighed. "I can't really tell you that. There are things you wouldn't understand. Things that would make you think I'm crazy."

"I already think you're crazy." Dipper snarked.

"Oh good. And here I was worrying about my reputation." Bigby stated. "Here's an idea. How about instead of giving me an attitude, you help me get some answers!?" The fable snarled, making Dipper sink back in his chair.

Realizing what he was doing, Bigby took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about that. I can get worked up sometimes."

Dipper didn't look convinced.

Bigby straightened his tie. "Look Dipper, I'm not your enemy. Don't make me into one." He warned. "I just want some answers about this town. I'm guessing you're in the same boat?"

Dipper seemed to relax a little. "Well, yes, but-"

"Hey guys!" Mabel yelled, as she popped back up next to the table, startling both the fable and the mystery hunter. "Mr. Wolf, thank you so much for that ten dollars! I bribed the guy at the prize counter with it, and now I have-This!"

With that, Mabel raised a fluffy, pink notebook high above her head, while she made a broken sound of angelic music. She then slammed it on the table, knocking over Bigby's soft drink. Dipper barely had time to pick up his Journal in response.

"Mabel!" Dipper complained. "Be careful!"

She giggled. "Sorry Dipping Sauce, I'm just soooooo excited! Look, I can finally call this book my own! I can make my own journal! Only with fun and colorful stuff. Like glitter! Or fashion articles!" She then took the purple flowers out of her pocket, and started swinging them wildly in the air. "Or these!"

In her excitement, Mabel accidentally stuck the flowers in Bigby's face, making him growl in pain as he recoiled back, standing up and violently knocking over his chair in the process. "Get that crap out of my face!" He yelled, his eyes turning yellow. Dipper noticed, as his eyes widened in surprise.

Mabel quickly took the flowers away, as Bigby covered his face. "I'm so sorry!" Mabel apologized, a worried expression on her face. "It was an accident! I didn't get it in your eye, did I?"

Bigby snarled. "I-I gotta go." He declared, as he quickly made his way out of the restaurant, as the other customers watched in confusion.

Dipper and Mabel stood next to each other, studying the direction Bigby fled in. After a few moments, Soos also joined them.

"Turns out Skeeball is shut down right now. Some little guy got stuck in one of the scoring holes." Soos then clapped his hands. "So, what'd I miss?"

"Did you see his eyes?" Dipper questioned his twin. "They just turned yellow!"

"Do you think he had allergies?" Mabel asked, feeling a little bad at hurting Bigby like that. Dipper looked at the flowers that were still in her hand.

"Can I see those real quick?" Dipper asked. Mabel handed him the flowers, as he looked at them thoroughly. "These look familiar." He mumbled, before he opened up his journal and flipped through the pages. Finally, he found the page he was looking for.

"Oh my gosh! Do you know what these are?" Dipper exclaimed.

"Pretty?" Soos tried to answer.

"They're wolf's bane!" Dipper said, as he lowered his Journal. "Guys, I think Bigby's...a werewolf!"

Bigby was breathing heavily, as he ran away from the pizzeria. After a few seconds, he regained his composure, rubbing his eyes as he adjusted to the light of the sun. When he was done, his eyes reverted back to white.

"Just breath, Bigby," he told himself. "There's no way that she knew that would hurt you." He then scowled at his realization. "But now Dipper knows. Ugh! That brat's too smart not to figure it out! He knows!"

Bigby wanted to kick himself. Dipper could be a problem. Especially if he knew his weaknesses. The werewolf didn't look forward to seeing that kid again. Not if he was going to try and kill the fable.

He patted his body, trying to find his carton of Huff N Puffs. After a few seconds of searching, he gave up, deciding that he must of lost them at Hoo-Ha's. He just hoped some dumb kid wouldn't take them.

He walked down the sidewalk, cars passing by him on the road. He put his hands in his pockets, as he began to mope. He wasn't sure what to do next. The kids probably know his secret now, he's thousands of miles away from home, and he has no idea if it would even be a good idea to try and go back.

Something brought him here. He wasn't going to leave until he figured out what it was.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he stumbled upon a completely destroyed building, which was being swarmed by a group of townspeople.

Two police officers, one short and fat, the other tall and thin, were trying to keep them away from the scene, as they put caution tape around the destroyed rubble.

"People, people!" Sheriff Blubs shouted. "We have everything under control! Please remain calm while we investigate the mangled debris of this building!"

The other officer then stopped what he was doing, and looked at his partner. "Wait, we're suppose to be investigatin'?" Deputy Durland asked. "I thought we was just cleaning up. I threw out about 15 piles of evidence!"

Blubs sputtered in anger for a second, before he sighed. "Aw Durland, I can't stay mad at you. Even when you prove how incompetent we truly are. Wanna get some ice cream?"

"Do I!?" Durland exclaimed, excitedly. The two police officers then left the scene, leaving the crowd of people to converse with themselves.

Bigby soon joined the crowd, as he studied the wreck of the building. "What happened?" He asked.

He suddenly was grabbed by a short man with a press hat, and was holding a microphone. "Toby Determined of the Gravity Falls Gossiper. What have you heard about City Hall getting demolished, stranger?" He interrogated, as he pushed the microphone under Bigby's mouth.

"What?" Bigby managed to say, still confused by what's happening. "I just got here. I have no idea what's happening." Bigby sniffed the microphone, and noticed it had a plastic scent. "Is that a toy microphone?"

Toby lowered his head in shame. "I was hoping no one would notice," he stated, as he sulked off. Bigby shook his head after a second, and decided to get a closer look.

He pushed himself through the chattering crowd, who didn't pay any attention to the new teenager in town. He ended up right in front of the caution tape, to see the giant mess of the wood and stone that was covering the ground.

"What happened?" Bigby asked aloud. A man in a suit nearby, accompanied by an old man in a wheel chair, answered him.

"The mayor says that the entire building shook, and collapsed. When we came over, the mayor over here was outside the building, and he was on fire."

"I was still cold," the decrepit old mayor drawled out.

The fable stared at the wreck in silence for a few moments. He then turned his head to the mayor, surprised that the geezer made it out alive.

"Any chance I can get in the crime scene, Mister Mayor?"

"Why would I care? I'll be dead in a month." He bluntly said with a smile.

With that, Bigby ducked under the police tape, and started his own investigation. It was painfully obvious to him that supernatural forces were at work here, and that those idiot cops wouldn't be able to find anything.

He looked at the wood, and how it splintered off. Bigby studied the patterns of the breaks, and realized that most of them came to a point.

"It looks like someone broke them with something," he mumbled to himself. He noticed some slash marks in other beams of wood.

He walked around a little, searching for anything that could give him a clue. He felt a light crunch under his feet, making the fable freeze in place. He looked down, to see he was stepping in light sheets of ashes.

He looked at another piece of wood, to see burn marks in the shape of a handprint.

"What the hell is going on?" He wondered, as he continued on his investigation. He looked at a pillar that was miraculously still standing, only to find a sharp woodcutting axe in it. Next to the pillar was a small flame that was still burning.

Bigby walked up to the pillar, and looked down at the flame. He quickly stomped it out before it could cause any more problems, and then looked at the axe. He hunched over slightly to get a better look at it, and saw that there was some writing on the side of it. However, since it was stuck in the wood, Bigby couldn't read it.

"Worth a shot..." Bigby grumbled, as he put a firm grip on the handle of the axe, and started to pull. After a couple of forceful tugs, the axe came out.

"Gotcha!" Bigby exclaimed in triumph, holding the axe above his head. The pillar slowly started to wobble, before falling over on the wolf, who yelped in pain as it knocked him to the ground.

He moaned slightly, realizing that the pillar was still on top of him. "Losing architecture," he complained, as he pushed the pillar off of him and got to his feet.

He then looked at the axe in his hands, feeling a little uncomfortable. He always had a thing with axes. Especially after an incident with a little girl and a tree cutter. He read the inscription on the blade of the weapon.

'MANLY DAN'S AXE. IF FOUND RETURN TO MANLY DAN, OR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND PILEDRIVE YOU INTO THE GROUND!'

"Violent fella, huh?" He asked himself. He walked out of the slightly smoldering wreck, and back to the crowd of people. "Does anyone know where 'Manly Dan' lives?" He yelled, getting everyone's attention.

In unison, every person looked at the young man, and pointed to their right.

"Uh, thanks," Bigby said, before quickly going in the direction they pointed. "Freaks," he mumbled to himself.

Bigby's discovered a mystery! What will happen? How will Dipper react to finding out Bigby's a werewolf? Will that child ever get out of the skeeball machine? Find out next time!