The sun started to peek into the padded room, as Bigby was in a corner, asleep. Still in his straightjacket, he snored, the previous night's pleas taking a lot of his energy out of him.

Suddenly, the door opened, creaking loudly and waking up the confused wolf. He opened his eyes slightly, sensitive to the light that was shining on his face. He saw the outline of a man in the doorway.

"Mister Wolf?" The man asked.

"Wha-?" Bigby stammered, not quite aware of what was happening.

"Breakfast," The man said, before walking away, leaving the door open. Bigby stumbled up, trying to keep his balance as his arms were bound together.

"Breakfast..." He mumbled, as he shuffled out of the room, and into the dirty hallway. He was pretty hungry. He didn't really know how long he was in that room. He started walking, slowly and groggily, as he tried to recall how he ended up in this...filthy hovel, for lack of a better word.

He walked by some padded cells, some opened, most closed. He walked by one with claw marks decorating the walls, tearing the room apart. Did he...did he do that? How? He didn't have anything sharp on him. At least, not now.

He heard pounding on some of the doors, making the metal bang in protest. He heard the muffled screams of the patients inside, obviously in pain. He wishes he could help them, but right now, wasn't really sure how to help himself.

He finally got to the main room of the asylum, as he saw other patients, dressed in stained white shirts and stained white pants. A few of them looked familiar, as they were sitting on beat up chairs and couches, a few of them doing various activities. Some were watching an ancient television in the corner, some were reading slightly ruined books, and others were just sitting, unresponsive to the world around him.

An orderly walked up to Bigby, a mask over his mouth, and a hair cap on his head. He seemed to be smiling, happy to see the fable. "Hello, sir! Time for breakfast. Oh, sorry, it seems we forgot to get that straightjacket off you."

The orderly quickly opened up the jacket, and took it off the disheveled Sheriff, who was still confused. "Uh, thanks?"

"It's nothing. Now, how about you walk up to that counter over there and get yourself something to eat?" The orderly suggested, as he quickly disappeared from view. Bigby, confused, walked over to the line that was forming near the counter.

"Hiya!" The old man in front of him greeted, startling Bigby with his outburst.

"Uh, hi," Bigby responded.

"I'm Old Man McGucket!" He said, sticking his hand out. Even for the cleanliness standards of the asylum, this man had terrible hygiene.

"Um, I'm, uh...Wolf..." Bigby introduced, pinching the hand with two fingers and shaking like that.

"So, what did you do?" McGucket asked, as he played with his dirty white shirt.

"Do?" The sheriff asked, confused.

"Well yeah, do!" The old, crazed man exclaimed. "They got all of us for somethin'! Why, I reckon I'm in here cause of my past as a genius level scientist who worked on a laptop thingy to stop the apocalypse!"

Bigby looked at him blankly, not sure how to respond, or if he even wanted to respond. "Uh...ok..."

McGucket smiled, showing his mismatched teeth. "Yup! I also created a cult by accident! But you don't have to worry 'bout them no more, two chillens took 'em down!"

Bigby suddenly felt something buzz in his mind. "Two kids?" He asked, feeling like he should remember something.

"Uh huh! But you probably don't know 'bout them. Good kids! Maybe a little on the, weeeeeeird side," he drawled, as the two moved forward in line. As the sheriff pondered about what the old man said, he reached the counter, where another orderly was giving patients paper cups.

McGucket took his paper cup, which seemed to be filled with applesauce, and downed it all in one gulp. Suddenly, his body seemed to relax. "Oh golly," he quietly drawled. "That's some goooood breakfast..." With that, he wandered away.

Bigby raised an eyebrow as he also received a cup. He pilfered through it, to see some odd things inside. "Uh, excuse me?" He asked, getting the orderly's attention. "What is this stuff in the applesauce?"

"Medication," the man stated.

Bigby pulled out one of the objects inside. "This is a jellybean."

"Medication," the man repeated. "Now, stop holding up the line and eat your breakfast."

The fable took one last look at the man, before throwing the jellybean back in his applesauce, and walking away. He took a look around the room, to see the other patients who had already eaten their breakfast, acting extremely calm and docile.

He took a look at his breakfast again. Maybe he shouldn't eat this stuff.

"Bigby!?"

"Bigby!?"

"Scruffybottoms!?"

It was early in the morning, as Wendy, Dipper, and Mabel were searching for their missing friend. It's been three days since he disappeared, and the Pines family were starting to worry. The trio walked through the forest, hoping that that's where he went.

"Scruffybottoms?" Dipper asked his sister.

"It's a nickname I gave him," Mabel, who was wearing a blue sweater covered in fruit, stated. The other two just looked at her, skeptically. "I haven't actually said it to him though." The other two nodded in understanding, as they looked around the woods.

Wendy sighed. "This is pointless. There has to be a better way to do this."

Dipper thought for a second, before smacking his head. "We're idiots!" He declared.

"Why are we idiots?" Mabel asked.

"The mirror!" He exclaimed.

The girls thought about it for a moment, before getting smiles on their faces. "The mirror!" They said simultaneously, as the three then began running towards the Mystery Shack, where the answer to their problem potentially lives.

As they reached and entered the shack, they went straight towards the bathroom, to see Grunkle Stan talking to the Magic Mirror.

"So, can you tell me what stocks to invest in?" Stan asked, obviously trying to use the mirror for profit.

The Mirror rolled its eyes. "No, for the last time, I cannot."

"What about trends?" Stan persisted. "Can you tell me what these chumps will buy?"

"My power does not work like that," the Mirror stated. "Now, leave my presence, you and your silly hat."

Stan's eyes widened, a bit insulted at the comment. "This hat is NOT silly!" He defended, before he turned to see the three kids looking at him. "Ah, kids, what're you doing here."

"We need to use the mirror to find Bigby!" Mabel exclaimed.

"Bigby? He's still gone?" Stan gruffly asked.

"Yes!" Dipper exclaimed, a bit surprised at his great uncle. "Why are you so nonchalant about this?"

Stan shrugged. "Bigby's a wolf. I assume he just went out in the woods for a few days to relax or something. No need to be worried."

"Bigby wouldn't do that," Wendy argued.

Stan shrugged again. "Hey, if you want to use it, be my guest. But he's a jerk."

"I heard that," the Mirror stated.

"You were suppose to!" Stan shot back, before leaving the bathroom. The three then walked closer to the mirror, who looked at them with interest.

"How may I assist you?" The Mirror asked.

Dipper rubbed the back of his head. "So, uh, how does this work?" He questioned. "How do we, uh, use it?"

"You can ask me questions at any time," it stated. "Just please, use a rhyme."

"Uh, ok," Wendy began. "Mirror dude, on the bathroom wall, please...wait, that's not a rhyme."

"Oh! Oh!" Mabel exclaimed excitedly. "I got one! Mirror Mirror, be devout, where's Bigby hanging about?"

The Mirror smiled. "I like you," he stated, before fading away and showing an image of Bigby, wearing dirty white clothes, sitting in a chair, looking around as Old Man McGucket was calmly chattering to him.

"Where is that?" Dipper asked.

"The question is answered, that's all I can do," the Mirror stated. "Bigby stays in someplace new."

Wendy scratched her head. "That can't be too far away, if McGucket's there too," she reasoned. "But where is that?"

Dipper rubbed his chin. "Maybe if we go around town, we might see something about this place."

Wendy nodded, as the three went out of the bathroom, confused at what was going on.

"Well, what do ya know 'bout this place?"

Bigby sighed as McGucket kept asking him questions, the two sitting next to each other in neighboring chairs. "For the last time, no. I don't really know much of anything."

McGucket scratched his beard. "Is you an idiot?"

The fable's eyes flared up. "What!?"

"Well, if you was an idiot, that might explain why you don't know anythin'," The coot reasoned. "But you don't seems like an idiot to me."

Bigby calmed slightly, as he raised an eyebrow. The man did make a point. Even if it seemed like his own brain had rotted out a long time ago.

"Ya know," McGucket continued, "somethin' weird's going on here. You've been in town for a bit now, but you don't remember much. And my brain's fuzzier than my ex-raccoon wife. I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE CHEATED ON ME!" He yelled, his medication seemingly warn off.

Bigby just ignored the old man, as a huge orderly came up to him, arms crossed, and his mask covered face distorted into a scowl. "What's going on here?" He gruffly asks.

"Nothing," Bigby answered, just as gruffly.

"That ain't what it sounds like," the orderly stated, looking at McGucket for a moment, before staring at Bigby's hands.

"What?" The Sheriff asked, noticing the look.

"You didn't eat your breakfast," he said, in a low voice.

Bigby looked down at his hand, to see the cup of applesauce he had received. He saw the jellybean and how the other patients reacted to it, for he just kept it with him out of curiosity's sake. "What about it?" He challenged.

"You're suppose to eat it."

"Wasn't hungry," Bigby shrugged, before feeling a hard fist hit him hard in the nose, knocking him and the chair over.

"Everyday we have to go through this," the orderly sighed, as he walked up to Bigby and kicked him hard in the stomach.

"Every...day?" He asked, not remembering how long he had actually stayed at the asylum. He doesn't remember something like this happening before. He quickly hopped back up, animalistic rage building up in him, as he was ready to tear the orderly apart.

Suddenly, an electric shock went through his body, as another orderly had hit him in the back with a Taser. He cried out in pain as he crumbled to the floor, only to get hit by another shock of the Taser. His vision was fading out, as he felt his body lose feeling.

"Throw him back in solitary. The padded room we had for him earlier," the first orderly ordered, his voice growing faint to Bigby. "Maybe this time, he'll learn his lesson."

Bigby passed out, not sure what was happening to him.