"Examine him. Now."

Bigby groaned in confusion at the voice, as he slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurred. He still felt restrained, the straightjacket still wrapped tightly around him. He looked to see the distorted image of two orderlies, both wearing the pale blue scrubs and facemasks that Bigby had seen before, as they loomed over him in his padded cell.

"You know how much of a risk this patient is," the orderly continued, his voice sounding wavy to the fable's adjusting ears. "We really can't afford to mess up the dosage. We can't have anymore close calls."

"Relax," the other responded, as he held up a syringe of some kind of red fluid, "he won't be much of a problem soon. Doctor Weston has the lobotomy station all ready for him."

Bigby tried to make sense of what was happening. His head was foggy, aching as it tried to straighten out what was happening. He looked at the orderlies with glazed over eyes, as the syringe got closer and closer to him.

Suddenly, a loud screeching echoed from the halls outside, as Old Man McGucket ran past, yodeling in amusement, as a few more orderlies followed after him. "Patient is making a break for it!" One cried, making the orderlies in Bigby's cell freeze, turn, and then promptly following to catch the coot.

Bigby suddenly found himself alone, as he shook his head a bit, trying to clear the cobwebs. Things seemed to be getting...clearer. He was starting to put thoughts together. His confusion was starting to fade, replaced by a calm and quiet feeling of emptiness.

He...he was Bigby Wolf. Sheriff of Fabletown. Protector of the fables. The Big Bad Wolf.

And they...they kidnapped him. Drugged him. Kept him confused, scared, weak. Him and most of Gravity Falls.

Bigby gritted his teeth, fury suddenly replacing the calm, his memory flooding back to him. He thought he saw Snow, and they took him. They were injecting him with something. Doing experiments to him. He had flashing images of what they did to him. Needles piercing his skin. Flesh being ripped apart, blood being taken. His wrists shackled to a wall while they played around with his mind. Stuff that...that no one should endure. Had they been doing that to everyone? Were they going to break the rest of the town like they tried to break him?!

He growled, as he let his anger consume him. He was getting out of here. He was going to make these bastards pay.

The group of orderlies finally came back, holding a burlap sack that contained a struggling McGucket, who was yelling in protest. "You can't sack me like a potato! Not again!"

Bigby roared in pure rage, earning the orderlies' attention as the fable's claws ripped through the jacket, finally free from its constraints. The orderlies quickly charged at him, dropping McGucket hard to the floor. Bigby was ready however, as he quickly slashed at them with his claws, tearing through three of their chests one after another like tissue paper, blood staining the tips of them.

One of them quickly jabbed the syringe of sedatives at Bigby, only for the sheriff to dodge, and twist the orderly's arm, making him drop it. "You know what happens when you cage an animal?" Bigby asked.

The orderly stared at him with wide eyes, petrified.

"You know what happens when he gets out?" Bigby lowly growled, his eyes turning yellow. He let out an animalistic roar, before twisting the arm off completely from the orderly's body, making him cry in agony before falling to the ground, unconscious.

Bigby breathed heavily, his teeth bared back, as he saw the stains of crimson coating the pure white padding around him, blood pooling around the bodies, as his dirty white garb also had splashes of the red fluid on him. He calmed ever so slightly, his eyes turning white once more, as he made his way out of the cell, over to the burlap bag that was violently fidgeting.

"Lemme out!" McGucket cried, "Or I'll get my smackin' spoons on ya! Oh yeah, ya don't want that!"

"Calm down," Bigby sternly ordered, making the bag freeze. He quickly ripped it open, freeing the old man.

"Wolf!" McGucket exclaimed, happy. "Is it good to see ya! I just got off whatever funny stuff they had me on, and ya know, I don't think this place is all that it seems! These monsters can only be one thing and one thing only...vampires!"

"McGucket," Bigby shortly said, not in the mood for dealing with his craziness. "You need to get everyone out of here, now."

"How?" McGucket asked.

"I don't know!" Bigby roared, making him shrink back slightly. "Figure it out! If the drugs ain't effecting you anymore, and they aren't effecting me anymore, then that means it's not effecting anyone else either. Get them out."

"What're you gonna do?" The town fool asked, as Bigby started to walk away. "And did ya get strawberry jelly on ya? Ya ain't s'pose to wrestle jelly! You'll never win!"

"I'm gonna shut this place down," Bigby simply said, not looking back. "And I'm gonna kill everyone in it."

McGucket looked at the back of the fable in surprise, before deciding to listen to him. He ran off, trying to figure out a way to free the townspeople. Before the massacre starts.

"Wait, there isn't a Doctor Weston?"

Dipper and Mabel were sitting at the kitchen table of the Mystery Shack, as Wendy stood in front of them, slightly freaked out.

"No!" Wendy nearly shouted. "There's no Doctor Weston! The Mirror told me!"

"So, wait, who's the guy who took everyone?" Dipper asked.

"I don't know!" Wendy said, exasperated. "I can't ask the Mirror that. It goes beyond his powers or something. I hate magic."

"Alright, fake names usual mean shadiness," Mabel stated. "I should know. Dipper also knows me as 'Princess Vanilla Bean.'"

Dipper shuddered at the name. "The things that princess did." The mystery solver then tapped his chin, thinking. "Ok, we can't use the Mirror, and everyone still left in town has no idea where the doctor took everyone. How do we find him?"

"Oink."

The three turned to the side, to see Waddles wander in, a mushroom in his mouth. At the sight of the pig, Mabel gasped, as she quickly ran up to her pet, gleefully letting out a 'squee' as she picked him up, taking the mushroom out of his mouth. "Good boy!" She praised, rubbing her face against the pig.

"Uh, Mabel?" Wendy interrupted. "What's that?"

Mabel stopped, before she held out the mushroom. "This? Just a truffle. I trained Waddles to find them! I had him smell one and he just goes and gets them. I mix them with moss and make tea out of them."

"That sounds terrible, yet really not surprising," Dipper deadpanned.

Mabel stuck her tongue out for a second. "Bigby seemed to like it." She then thought about something. "Wait, did he actually have any...?"

"Wait," Dipper said, eyes going wide. "Waddles can track stuff?"

"Uh, yeah?" Mabel asked, not sure where this was going.

"Oh my god!" Wendy exclaimed, figuring it out. She quickly ran out of the room, leaving the twins behind. After a few seconds, she ran back in, holding a pack of Huff N Puffs. "Here, Waddles. Here Boy."

Waddles squirmed out of Mabel's hands, and walked up to the redhead. "Hey!" Mabel protested. "I don't care how stressed you are, do not make my pig smoke."

"What?" Wendy asked. "Dude, no, if Waddles can track things by smell, then maybe..."

Waddles sniffed the carton of smokes for a second, before letting out a squeal, locking onto the scent. He quickly ran out of the Mystery Shack, leaving the screen door banging behind him.

"Follow that pig!" Dipper cried, as the three quickly left the kitchen, and chased after Waddles. After all this time, they were finally going to get their friend back.

It's been a long time since Bigby has been this bloodthirsty.

He's been marching through the Asylum, wrecking the place, killing whoever wasn't originally from Gravity Falls. His eyes were bright yellow, his anger uncontrollable. Every step he took left a bloody footprint, as he hasn't been shy in shedding the crimson. It marked his already filthy clothes, and stained his claws red.

The last time he could remember doing anything similar to this was when he was still the monster in the Homelands. When he found some Adversary forces taking over a small village that he liked to steal cattle from.

He slaughtered everyone. Ate them all. They tasted bitter.

The only difference here was that he wasn't in his wolf form, and that he wasn't eating them. But there wasn't going to be any survivors. Not if he could help it.

Snow would be disgusted with him. Wendy would be too.

He's happy they weren't there.

Step after step, he felt his mind become clearer. They had him confused for so long. They had him pacified. He doesn't know why. If they had some special interest in him. If they learned anything they shouldn't of. He couldn't remember much. But what he did recall was enough to make his blood boil like never before.

He growled, as he smelt another orderly around the corner of the dilapidated building. The smell of a monster. They didn't even smell human to him. They smelt like this place. Evil and engineered. He took a quick moment to compose himself, as he was ready to pounce. He turned the corner, hunched slightly, only to quickly see a stampede of inmates, townsfolk, trample the man. McGucket was riding on top of the mass of humanity. "Give me Liberty, or give me my overalls back!" He yelled, as they quickly disappeared from sight.

Bigby calmed slightly, standing back up straight. He walked over to the orderly, to see he was unconscious, but hurt badly. He thought about what to do with him. He hasn't been sparing them, but they have also been attacking him. Can he really kill a defenseless man?

He stared hard at him for a few moments, contemplating. The things this man might of done...

His thoughts were interrupted by a hand quickly grabbing hold of his ankle. Bigby spun around, his claws ready to strike and his sharp teeth showing, only to see Toby Determined on the ground, bruised, his glasses broken.

"I was in the mob," he explained. "They stepped on me. Get me out, please."

Bigby groaned in annoyance, before he picked up Toby and chucked him out the nearest window. "Thaaaanks!" The reporter said, falling.

Bigby scratched his head. "Is there more than one story to this place? Eh, whatever," he thought aloud, moving on.

Bigby wandered down the main hall, as he finally came across large, twin doors. They seemed like they led somewhere important. Not giving it a second thought, with his emotions still raging in his head, he pushed them open.

To find...nothing. It was just a large, plain room, with nothing special about it. Confused, Bigby wandered in slightly, before having the doors slam shut behind him, making him jump and turn at the sound.

Suddenly, a click echoed through the air. "You killed them."

Bigby looked around, quickly realizing that the voice was coming from some speakers in the corners of the room.

"You killed them all. Didn't even give them a second thought. Just killed them all."

"Who are you!?" Bigby snarled, tired of this.

"You were so interesting," The voice continued. "The mysterious stranger in town, hanging around with the people who have been causing a ruckus here lately, solving crimes, helping people. You should be thankful something like this hasn't happened to you already. Bad things happen to those who cause trouble."

"What trouble have I caused!?" Bigby yelled. "Huh!? How the hell have I pissed you off!?"

"You can try to play innocent, Bigby. But we both know what you really are."

The tiles of the ceiling crashed to the floor, as multiple upon multiple orderlies fell to the floor, all them staring at him with violent eyes, holding knives, syringes, and just shards of broken glass. They had surrounded him, obviously prepared. Bigby snarled at the sight, losing more and more of himself into his animalistic side.

His hair started to get thicker, and darker. His yellow eyes turned to blood red, as he grew in size, ripping his clothes. His shirt stretched its seams, before tearing right off of his body entirely. His pants ripped at the bottoms, clinging tightly to him now. His claws grew sharper, his teeth grew longer.

Bigby stood before the orderlies, who seemed surprised at the sight. Before them wasn't a man anymore. Now he was a werewolf.

Bigby roared, staring at his foes. They weren't so confident anymore. He could smell their fear. It was almost intoxicating to him.

Without warning, they all charged at him at once, letting out a sort of battle cry as they did so. They started to jump on top of him, one after one, stabbing at him with their weapons. Bigby didn't seemed phased by the attacks, or the wounds they were leaving behind. He shoved them all off, before going on the assault. He was a blur of dark fur, as he moved around the room, ripping them apart. Blood flew through the air, as he slashed at them. Claw marks littered their bodies, as Bigby went on a rampage.

One tried to grab onto his arm, only to be effortlessly thrown into a group of three, knocking them all out. The werewolf quickly pounced on them, finishing the job.

He panted heavily, crimson staining his body, and only some of it being his own. His fur started to recede, as the fable started shrinking back down to his normal form, shirtless and bloody. He looked around the room, to see that the orderlies were all dead. He was the last man standing.

"The Big Bad Wolf," the voice piped up again. "I thought you were just crazy. All those therapy sessions, when you were too out of it to lie. All of those stories. And they're actually true."

Bigby slowly started to recover from the fight, getting his breath back. He listened intently on the loudspeaker.

"Look what you did."

Out of nowhere, Bigby suddenly felt something sharp pierce his neck, as a slender arm wrapped itself around his throat. He grabbed its owner behind him, as he slammed them down to the floor in front of him. In one quick movement, he buried his claws in the person's gut, making them let out a sharp gasp.

Bigby finally saw who it was. It was the woman. The one from the beginning of all of this. The one he had mistaken for Snow. She was just wearing scrubs, her face covered by the mask the other orderlies wore. She had a piece of jagged metal in her hand, for all the good it did her.

But Bigby looked at her closely. She looked familiar. After a moment of studying her, Bigby tentatively reached for her mask. He grabbed it, and ripped it off.

He gasped in terror, as the woman he saw looked exactly like Snow White. With her pale skin, pale blue eyes, and natural beauty, their was no mistaken that it was her. Except for one thing. Her smell. The one that Bigby knew all too well. It was...off.

"I want you to know, this isn't what a normal man does."

Bigby slowly turned around, as he stared at the bodies of the other orderlies. They all had the same build. He walked up to the one closest to him, and tore his mask off, to see his own, dead face.

He did the same to another one. And another. And another. They were clones. Of him.

"A normal man doesn't kill everyone in sight."

Bigby stared at the sight before him in shock and confusion. They were all him. Exact copies. He had just killed himself. Over and over. The lifeless eyes of the bodies seemed to stare at him, almost as if asking him 'why'.

"A normal man, when he gets angry, doesn't go on a murderous rampage. He doesn't destroy everything in sight."

He looked away from the sight of his lifeless corpse, not being able to take it. But his eyes went back to a worse sight.

The spark of life that Snow had. The determination in her eyes, the ambition on her face, the general sense that she wanted to do what was right for the fables. All of that was gone, as the clone just laid there, eyes open, mouth agape, blood trickling down on the ground. Even though it wasn't really her, he...he had...

"You didn't even hesitate. You just did it. Like you've always done. You've lied to yourself that you've changed, but we both know you haven't."

Bigby fell to his knees, as he slowly picked up the fake Snow's body. The sight was haunting to him. What if she had no choice but to attack him? What if all of them didn't have a choice?

"How many innocent people have you killed? How many families have you broken apart? How many lives have you ruined just because you can't control your insane urges?"

He killed Snow White. He killed himself. And he didn't have to.

"We both know who you really are, Bigby."

Bigby closed his eyes, as he nestled his head in the crook of Snow's shoulder. The woman who taught him how to be a man. The woman he failed today.

"You're a monster."

Dipper, Mabel, and Wendy had finally found the asylum. The large building sat atop a cliff, ominously looming over the forested land around it. It looked menacing and uninviting, as the dark, grey sky only amplified the feeling. The three were standing only a few yards away, not seeing anyone actually guarding it.

Waddles oinked at it, telling his owner that Bigby was inside. "Gotcha," Mabel responded. "Thanks, baby."

"Ok," Dipper started, formulating a plan to break in. "Mabel, you use your grappling hook on one of the windows to get in. You sneak back to the front door, and-"

Dipper was cut off as the front doors to the large building were flung open, making the three put their guard up. However, they slowly lowered it, as they saw who it was. And then quickly got concerned when they saw the state he was in.

Bigby Wolf, shirtless, shoeless, bloody, and with a far away look in his eye. His face had an unreadable expression etched onto it, as it was obvious that he was not ok.

Waddles screeched in terror, making the others jump.

Dipper and Mabel couldn't quite make out what was happening. "Is that Bigby?" Mabel asked.

"You two need to go home," Wendy said, still shocked at the sight of her friend.

"What!?" Dipper cried. "But we need to figure out-"

"I said GO!" Wendy yelled, desperate to get them out. The twins were stunned at the redhead, before they slowly backed away from the scene, making their way back home, Waddles following close behind. When they were out of sight, Wendy sighed deeply, as the fable got closer and closer to her.

"Bigby...?" Wendy carefully asked. "Are you...?"

Bigby walked up to her, and just silently stared at the redhead, that same expression on his face.

"What happened?" She quietly asked him, as his gaze lowered to the ground.

He clenched his jaw, silent, as he looked at the teenager's hand, to see her carrying a pack of Huff N Puffs. Wordlessly, he snatched it away from her, opening it and throwing one in his mouth. "You got a light?" He asked, shoving the rest in his ripped pants pocket.

Wendy was taken aback by the question, not expecting that to be the first thing out of Bigby's mouth. Nonetheless, she pulled a lighter out of her pocket, handing it to her friend.

He almost desperately lit his smoke, taking a huge drag as he took a few steps away from Wendy, blowing out a cloud of smoke and tobacco. "How did you find me?" He almost demanded, not bothering to look at her.

Wendy crossed her arms, getting annoyed. "Turns out that Mabel taught Waddles to track scents. I'm just happy she uses her powers for good," she weakly joked, not thrilled with the way Bigby's acting.

If he did notice her frustration, he didn't acknowledge it. He just took another drag of his cigarette, before he started walking away from her with purpose.

Wendy, surprised, quickly followed behind him, as he walked deeper into the woods. "Bigby!? Where the hell are you going!?" She called.

"The shack," He simply stated, not even giving her a glance.

"But...but...we have to get the others!" Wendy told him. "We have to go back and-"

"NO," Bigby cut off, short and angry. He stopped in place, whipping his head towards Wendy. The two stared at each other for a few seconds, with narrowed eyes. Wendy showed no fear. No sign of stepping down. After a few moments, Bigby merely sighed. "There's nothing there. Not anymore. Everyone got out."

Wendy seemed to relax a little, as Bigby calmed slightly, still a bit on edge. "Bigby, what happened in there? Please..."

Bigby silently smoked, contemplating. "I...someone who called himself Doctor Weston took most of the townspeople."

"I know," Wendy told him. "We were able to figure that out. There wasn't a Doctor Weston."

"Right," Bigby nodded. "I don't know what he wanted with them. I was able to get out and free them."

"Do you have any idea why they were taken?" Wendy asked. "What they were doing?"

Bigby thought hard, as cheap smoke filled his sense. How much should he tell her? How much did he want to relive? "I...they did experiments on me. I don't know what exactly they did. I looked around to see if they did it to anyone else, but...I couldn't find anything. I think I was the only one."

Wendy's eyes widened at the news, as she was concerned for her friend. "You weren't able to find anything else?" She softly asked.

Bigby closed his eyes, images of his dead body haunting him. The lifeless look of Snow...

"No. No I wasn't."

The two simply looked at each other, a million thoughts flying between them. The overbearing silence hung in the air, covering the pair with an uncertainty that neither one have felt in a long time. Feeling that the conversation between them was over, Bigby turned back around, as Wendy just stood still.

After a few steps, Wendy couldn't help but call out. "Bigby?"

Bigby stopped, one hand on his smoke, the other in his pocket.

"Whose blood is that?" She asked, scared for her friend, in more ways than one.

Bigby clenched his jaw again. "Mine," he honestly answered, as he walked away, hoping to leave everything that happened in the past week behind him.