"So how did you get here?"
It was late at the Mystery Shack, as the five adventurers talked in the living room. Bigby was sitting in Stan's chair, as the twins were sitting on the carpet in front of him, and Wendy and Soos standing behind them. Bigby, wearing several bandages on him for his injuries, had his face in his hands, getting a little overwhelmed by all the questions they were asking after he tried his explanation.
"Wait, were your parents wolves?" Mabel asked.
"Did someone just create you?" Dipper asked.
"Do you know any other fairy tales?" Mabel quickly called out, as the two twins started bouncing questions off of each other.
"Can you really do that thing with your breath?" Dipper served back.
"What's your favorite color!?" Mabel practically yelled.
Bigby took his face out of his hands, as he looked at the young kids to answer their questions. "I don't know, just one of them were, no one created me, yes, of course, and aqua blue. Any more questions?"
After a moment of thought in the room, Wendy raised her hand.
"Yes?" Bigby tentatively asked.
"Yeah, can you like, explain all of that again?"
Bigby gave a long exasperated groan. "Fine. I come from a place called the Highlands, which is where every storybook character like me lives. We're called Fables. I'm the Sheriff of the area, after Snow White helped me to reform after I tried to eat the Three Little Pigs, and Red Riding Hood. I woke up in the forest here after a gnome bit me, and I have no idea how or why I came here. Got it?"
The room went silent, all giving him blank stares.
"Oh come on!" Bigby groaned. "What don't you get?"
Soos raised his hand real quick, as to get the floor for talking, and then lowered his hand again. "We get ya dude, it's just real...weird, ya know?"
"We just fought a gigantic fire demon," Bigby pointed out, "My story should be pretty tame compared to that."
Dipper scratched his head. "So wait, how old are you exactly?"
Bigby rubbed his chin in thought. "I can't quite remember exactly... a few thousand years."
"A FEW THOUSAND YEARS!?" The rest of the room exclaimed, making Bigby jump back in surprise.
"But you look so young!" Wendy exclaimed.
"Time kinda works differently where I'm from," Bigby responded. "I'm basically 15 in Mundie years, but I've been alive for much longer."
"That's really weird," Mabel stated.
"Yep," Bigby agreed.
"Wait, 'Mundie'?" Dipper inquired.
"Oh, right," Bigby said, realizing they had no idea what he was talking about. "'Mundie stands for 'mundane.' You know, normal. It's kind of a fable slang word."
"Whoa, you call us slang words?" Soos asked, a look of hurt on his face. "I'm offended."
Bigby rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit bad. "It's not really like that," he explained. "It's just that we don't really try to talk to the outside world too much."
Soos pouted slightly, before going back to his normal, smiling demeanor. "Ok, dude."
Bigby blinked, a bit surprised at the sudden change in attitude. Then again, in his interactions with the handyman so far, he should probably try and get use to it.
"Am I a Mundie?" Mabel asked, with a wide smile. Bigby smirked.
"Kid, trust me, you're definitely not a Mundie," Bigby said, making everyone laugh. Bigby chuckled, and smiled to himself. It was nice that he was able to make friends.
At that moment, Stan, in his undershirt and boxers, walked past the living room doorway, drinking a can of Pitt Cola. When he looked in through the threshold, he did a spit take, quickly marching into the room.
"What the heck is this cheapskate doing in MY house!? In My chair!? Wearing MY slippers!?"
Bigby looked down on his feet, which had two pale blue slippers on them. "I thought they were comfy..."
"Nope, I don't want any part of this," Mr. Mystery declared. "I want you out of my house, Bigby."
"I was invited!" He exclaimed.
The Pines twins stood up to defend their new friend. "It's true!" Dipper explained.
"He saved us from a fire monster!" Mabel revealed, as Bigby just stared at the family. The little girl went on. "He's the Big Bad Wolf!"
Grunkle Stan looked confused. "Big Bad Wolf?" He asked, as he looked at the sheriff of the Highlands. "Like the fairy tale?" He smiled, as he decided to make fun of the werewolf. "What, do you hang out with talking pigs and flying monkeys?" He jokingly asked, getting closer to the chair.
"Actually, yes, I do," Bigby answered, dead serious.
The smile on Stan's face went away after looking at the expression on the hairy teen's face. "Why do the freaks always come to my house?" He asked himself. He then looked at the kids behind him, before looking at his watch. "It's late. You kids need to go to bed."
Bigby then rose out of the chair, and straightened his tie. "I should probably get out of here," he stated, as he started making his way towards the door.
Mabel raised an eyebrow. "Wait, Bigby, where are you staying at?"
Bigby looked down at the 12-year old. "Well, I actually found this cave, and-"
"Oh no!" Mabel interrupted. "Nuh uh! You aren't sleeping in some dark, scary cave! They have bats! And Toby sleeps in them sometimes."
Bigby scoffed. "I'm a wolf. Besides, it isn't like I have a lot of options."
Dipper and Mabel looked at each other, obviously thinking the same thing. They then looked back at their new friend. "Why don't you stay with us?" Dipper asked.
Stan's eyes bulged out of their head. "Whoa whoa whoa!" He exclaimed, as he dropped to his knee and put his thick arms around his niece and nephew's shoulders. "You can't just invite people to stay with us! How about you let the man who is, as far as the government is concerned, paying the bills make that decision?"
"Please Great Uncle Stan?" Mabel asked, hope in her eyes.
"He's actually a pretty nice guy," Dipper added.
"And I want to play with his crazy hair!" Mabel exclaimed.
Stan looked at both of them, their eyes wide. He then looked at Bigby, who looked genuinely surprised and touched at the kids' generosity. He sighed. "Alright, he can stay,"
The kids high fived in celebration. Stan stood up. "But you have to promise that you'll look after him. He's your responsibility now!"
"We will!" Mabel said.
"I can take care of myself, you know..." Bigby tried to tell them.
"We'll feed him everyday!" Dipper told his Grunkle.
"Perfectly capable of getting my own food here," Bigby said.
"And we'll make sure he's always clean!" Mabel exclaimed.
"I know how to take a shower."
"And we'll clean up after him in he makes a mess!" Dipper stated.
"Aaaaaand now my feelings are hurt," The offended wolf declared.
Stan chuckled to himself. "Alright, alright. He can have that room you kids found the other day."
Mabel squealed in delight, as she quickly ran over to Bigby, took his hand, and dragged him to his new room.
"But be careful!" Stan called out to them, before grumbling something about "stupid wolfs".
Mabel stopped dragging poor Bigby once they reached the room. There were comic books strewn throughout the place, as cans of Pitt soda were littered on the floor. Bigby noticed that the only real clean thing was the couch in there.
"This is it!" Mabel stated. "Soos has been using it as his break room, but I don't think he'll mind too much if you take it."
Bigby looked a bit skeptically at the room. "It's nice, but...I definitely need to do some cleaning."
Mabel yawned, as the day finally caught up with her. "Can we do it tomorrow?"
Bigby looked down at the tired girl, and got a small smile on his face. "Sure, kid."
"Thanks Bigby..." Mabel drowsily said, before hugging the Big Bad Wolf's leg. "Goodnight."
Bigby was a bit taken aback by the gesture. He slowly smiled though, and patted her head. "Night, you little weirdy."
With a light giggle, Mabel walked away, leaving Bigby alone inside his dark room. He looked around, nodding to himself. He was slowly getting things together. He seemed to have gotten the trust of the Pines family, which he himself was surprised about. He now has a place to stay, even if it looks like a junk food tornado came through. Everything was going better than expected.
Except that he was in a strange town, still had no idea why he was there, and had no clue how he was going to figure anything out. He sighed in defeat. Something weird was going on, he could feel it.
He held his head, as he found his way out of the room. He needed a smoke.
He made his way through the halls, quietly sneaking past so he doesn't wake anyone up. He opens the door to the outside, as he stares up at the stars still high in the sky.
He leans against the wall of the shack, as he takes out his carton of Huff N Puffs. He smacks the box, sticks the vice in his mouth, and lights it. He puffs out the smoke, making his senses fill with tobacco.
"You know, that stuff can kill ya."
Bigby looked to his right to see Wendy walking up to him.
"What are you still doing here?" He asked. "It's really late."
"Eh, I'm more of a night person," she explained, as she leaned on the wall next to the fable. Bigby raised an eyebrow at her, suspicious.
"Something on your mind?" Bigby asked. Wendy gave a quiet sigh.
"I wanted to say thanks."
"For what?"
"What do you mean for what? For saving me from that crazy fire guy!"
"Oh," Bigby grunted, before taking another drag of his cigarette. The two fell in silence, as they both just looked up at the beautiful Oregon night.
"So, what's it like being a wolf?" Wendy asked. Bigby looked at her for a moment, before looking away.
"It's nice sometimes," he admitted. "You know, except for the times when it gets hard to control the animal side. I mean, I like being a person, but sometimes I just get the urge to eat a squirrel and run through the woods."
"You sound like my uncle."
The two chuckled together for a few moments, before Wendy stopped.
"But seriously, that's why he's in jail."
Bigby cleared his throat, ignoring the awkward comment. "So, can I ask you something?"
Wendy looked at him, silently giving her permission.
"What're the Pines Family like?"
The tomboy goes quiet, before a smirk gets on her face. "Welcome to the family, dude," she laughs, as she walks away, leaving Bigby alone.
"Well," he says to himself, taking another drag of his smoke, "That's comforting."
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"This isn't what we wanted. He and the kids were suppose to tear each other apart, not get all buddy-buddy."
"RELAX. WOLF WILL GET RID OF THEM. ONE WAY, OR ANOTHER."
"Then you'll let me go, right?"
"A DEAL IS A DEAL."
A/N: This is the last chapter in this particular story. Here's the thing, I'm still continuing this story, but it'll be divided by story arc. So the next part of this story will be in a new story. Thank you everyone for reading, and I'll see you soon!