"Bigby? BIIIIIGBY!?"

It was another summer day at the Mystery Shack, as Mabel, dressed in a pink unicorn sweater, repeatedly knocked on the door to Bigby's room, not getting a response at all.

"Come oooooon!" She exclaimed, in the special way that only she could, "You've been in there for days! How about you come out and have a dance party with your old friend Mabel? Huh?" She then lifted a radio that was right next to her. "I have the tunes ready!"

The solid wood door in front of her gave no response, the fable on the other side being dead quiet. Mabel slumped her shoulders, a frown on her face. Bigby had isolated himself in his room ever since his stay at Doctor Weston's asylum, not talking to anyone since he had returned. He hadn't left the room since he had came back, not interacting with any of his friends. Late at night the Pines family can hear some creaking, no doubt Bigby ransacking the kitchen for the food he had denied himself for the rest of the day.

Mabel, quite frankly, had had enough. She was about to knock again, as her Grunkle Stan walked up in his casual wear. "Wolfly still in there?" He asked, looking at his niece.

She sighed. "Yep. I think he's pouting in there. I'm good with these kinds of things."

Stan stared half-lidded at her for a second. "Uh huh," he deadpanned. He then leaned on the wall next to the door, knocking on it as he did. "Bigby, it's Stan. Listen, I know you're all sad and junk, but I got to know. Where are you going to the bathroom? I know you're a wolf, but you better not have gone on my floors! I have standards for this place!"

Suddenly running in, Soos slide in front of the door, interrupting Stan and making him move out of the way. "Sorry Mister Pines, but Biggs needs his bro!" He announced. "Alright dude, I know what'll get you out of there!" He then pulled out a deck of cards, and fluttered them open, spreading them out in his hands. "Magic tricks! Everyone loves magic tricks! Pick a card!" He said, as he held the cards out to the door.

The door, in response, didn't move.

"Ok, I'll pick for you," he simply said, as he grabbed one card at random, before putting it back in the same spot and shuffling. He then pulled out a card, putting it in front of him. "Is this your card!?" He said, in an exaggerated magician's voice.

The door was still unmoving.

"Oh right, you need to see it," he deduced, as he shoved the card under the door. "Is this your card, dude?"

After a few seconds, the card flew back from under the door, completely torn apart.

Soos frowned. "I guess magic isn't for everyone. Dang, I was going to pull Gompers out of a hat."

The sound of a goat was heard from the other room.

"We're going with Plan B, furry dude!" He called, running out of the hall. "Get the instruments!"

Mabel groaned. "This sucks," she complained, putting the boom box down and crossing her arms.

"What sucks?"

Mabel and Stan turned to see Dipper and Wendy walk over, curious as to what's going on.

Mabel huffed. "Bigby still won't come out of his room. And I'm starting to miss hanging out with his doofus face. Where were you guys?" She asked.

"Watching bad horror films," Dipper answered, as he walked over to the door, and knocked on it. "Bigby?" He inquired. "Hey, you know we're here for you, right? Please come out and talk to us."

Wendy groaned. "Come on, dude," she said, pushing Dipper out of the way. "He doesn't want to come out. If he did we'd have seen him." She then banged on the door. "Hey, bro! I know you can hear me! Look, I don't know what happened, but I know you're not in a good place right now. I get that it's tough. But please, can you just let me in so we can talk? It can be just me and you."

There was nothing but silence in response.

Wendy thought for a moment. "I'll buy you some pancakes from Greasy's..." she tempted, a grin on her face.

For a moment, the door was still. Then, very slowly, it creaked open, leaving only enough space for Wendy to get through. She hesitated for a second, to give a thumbs up to her friends, before walking in, the door closing behind her.

Mabel gasped in happiness, a huge smile going across her face. "CELEBATORY DANCE PARTY!" She screeched, as she touched the play button on the boom box, having it play loud techno music. She excitedly danced, as Dipper watched on in amusement, slightly bobbing his head to the music and smiling. "WE DID IT, OH YEAH, EMOTIONAL PROGRESS, YEAH!" The 12 year old girl yelled, triumphant.

"Haha, yeah!" Dipper agreed, starting to dance a little as well.

Suddenly, the door opened again, only for a shoe to fly out and hit the boombox, breaking it, making the music slightly distort until it faded away. The door closed again, leaving the twins to just look at the broken radio.

"You know, we should really be used to this by now," Dipper stated, as Mabel nodded in agreement.

"Ok, man, thanks for letting me-whoa!"

Wendy stared wide eyed at the room in front of her, as she wasn't expecting this. Papers and books were strewn about the floor, couch, and tables of the room, as plates and scraps of food littered around next to them. There was a giant corkboard in the middle of the room, with multiple pictures and post it notes on it, some of it being connected by red string. Bigby stood in front of it, looking at it with intent, a determined look in his eyes, and a cigarette in his mouth.

"Uh, jeez, what's going on Bigby?" Wendy asked, concerned.

"Something weird's going on," he simply said, not looking at her as he took a drag of his smoke.

Wendy crossed her arms. "Uh, dude, this is Gravity Falls. I saw ghosts and we only stopped them because of Dipper in a lamb costume. Something weird's always going on."

"Yeah, but...wait, lamb costume?" Bigby asked, slightly caught up on it. "Never mind, you can explain later. But I mean something really weird is going on right now. Hell, just me being here proves it."

He walked over to a table stand to pick up a piece of paper, as he turned to show it to Wendy. "Does this look familiar to you?" He asked.

Wendy looked at it, to see a symbol scribbled in red ink, a triangle with a single eye, a hat, and a pair of arms and legs. "Uh, kinda. I'm not sure what it is though."

"Really?" Bigby asked, his face never changing emotion as he held the paper up. "Because this symbol keeps popping up. I keep seeing it wherever I go, and after Weston..."

Bigby went silent for a moment, as he looked at the ground for a split second, before turning and walking back towards the cork board, placing the paper in the middle with a push pin. "They showed me this image," Bigby stated. "It's one of the few things I remember from those sick bastards' treatments. They kept showing this to me. And I don't have the proof, but, I think this has something to do with how I got here, and why."

Wendy furrowed her brow. "Bigby..."

"The Northwest mansion, I had a vision," he revealed. "This symbol was alive, he was destroying everything around him. Everything was burning to the ground, people were screaming everywhere, and this...thing, this all powerful being, was just laughing about it."

Wendy frowned, as she walked up to Bigby, and put her hand on his shoulder. "Dude, you need to relax," she stated, as she took a closer look at the sheriff's face, obviously tired and worn down. "You look terrible."

"Thanks," he sarcastically said, before looking back at the board. "Maybe I should have Dipper look at this..."

"No, seriously, when was the last time you slept instead of working on this?" She asked.

Bigby merely shrugged.

"Bigby, I swear to God, if you don't tell me I'm going to tie you up and hand you over to Mabel," she threatened. "And she has a slumber party tonight."

Bigby glared at his friend. "I hate you sometimes."

Wendy smirked. "Spill it."

The sheriff sighed. "Three days."

"Dude!"

"This is important!"

"So is sleep!" The lumberjack's daughter argued. "Here's what you're going to do. You're going to take a quick nap on that couch, and then you're going out tonight."

Bigby raised an eyebrow. "To do what?"

"You're coming out with me and my friends. We're going to hang out," she told him, matter-of-factly.

Bigby's eyes widened. "To do what!?" He asked, annoyed.

"Uh, party?" Wendy said. "Duh."

"Do I look like the partying type?" He asked, as he took a drag of his smoke. Suddenly, his cigarette was snatched out of his hand, and put out in a nearby ashtray. "Hey!" He complained.

Wendy then grabbed Bigby by his loose tie, getting him closer to her face. "Does it look like I care?" She questioned, an unimpressed look on her face.

The two stared at each other, neither one wanting to be the first to talk. After about a full minute of quiet, Bigby finally broke. "No," he begrudged.

Wendy then released Bigby's tie, as he immediately straightened it. "That's what I thought. See ya tonight!" She called, as she exited the room, shutting the door behind her.

Bigby was left alone again, this time more aggravated than anything else. He gave a deep sigh, as he realized the redhead had a point. The lack of sleep wasn't anything new for him, but the stress from this might be clouding his judgment. A nap might help him relax. Until he had to deal with mundy teenagers.

He went over to the couch, shoving the papers that were covering it off, before plopping down on it, finally laying down. He immediately felt exhausted, as his adrenaline from his curiosity had finally given up on him. He felt his eyes grow heavy, as he took one last look at the cork board, with all of his findings facing him.

His last view before his eyes closed was of that damned triangle.

"SO, YOU CAN'T GET MY HANDSOME MUG OUT OF YOUR HEAD, HUH? CAN'T SAY I BLAME YA!"

"COME ON, WOLFY. YOU THINK YOU CAN FIGURE THIS OUT? EVEN WITH PINE TREE AND SHOOTING STAR, YOU'RE HOPELESS."

"A DAY WILL COME IN THE FUTURE WHERE EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE."

"DON'T WORRY THOUGH, WE CAN HANG OUT WHENEVER YOU WANT. IN FACT, I'LL BE SEEING YOU REAL SOON. HAHAHAHAHhahHAHAHAHAhaahahHAhahah!"

"AH!" Bigby awoke with a start, panting heavily as he sat up on the couch, looking around. The light flooding the room made Bigby think that it was almost sunset, as he took a few deep breaths, trying to regain his composure.

Was is just a bad dream, or...?

He looked over at the cork board, staring daggers at the symbol on it. He looked at it long and hard, an intense hatred bubbling in him just from the thought of it. He grabbed a nearby cover, and threw it over the cork board, not being able to look at it anymore. With a calming breath, he fixed up his hair a bit, straightened his tie once more, and left his room for the first time in days.

The light blinded him, being much brighter than what he was dealing with in his room. He put his hand in front of his face, trying to block some of it out, as he stumbled down the hall, still a little groggy from his nap. He had a long yawn, as he shook his head, starting to finally wake up.

He walked into the living room, to see Stan sitting in his chair, watching TV along with Mabel. He glanced over at Bigby. "Oh, hey Wolfy," he greeted, immediately turning his attention back to his show. "Wanna grab some sodas and watch TV with us? I heard they're having a sale at the store. No diet."

Mabel, on the other hand, jumped to her feet, and charged as fast as she could at Bigby, knocking the air out of him when she hugged him. "BIGBY!" She happily cried, "OH MY GOSH ITS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU!"

Bigby couldn't help but smirk. "Heh, nice to see you too, kid," he said, as he patted her head.

She let go enough to look up at him, a large, beaming, brace covered smile on her face. "Oh, just in time! I'm having a sleepover! In fact, my friends should be coming riiiiiight abooooout..."

There was a loud knock on the door, echoing through the shack.

"Now!" Mabel finished, as she dragged Bigby over to the front door. She opened it up, to show two preteen girls standing behind it. "Candy! Grenda!" She squealed.

"Mabel!" Her friends simulatanously greeted, as they all got into a group hug. After a few seconds, the two friends opened their eyes, staring at the stranger behind Mabel.

"Uh, Mabel?" Candy meekly said. "Who is that behind you?"

"Oh, that's just Bigby," she said, as the three girls looked over at him, who was completely oblivious to them. He had lost interest and decided to play around with his phone.

"Whoa!" Grenda deeply exclaimed. "We have a level ten hotness alert!"

"He is so rough but beautiful," Candy agreed. "I will have him."

"What? Wait, no," Mabel denied. "Come on guys, he's a really good friend and he lives with us, it'd be weird."

"He lives here!?" Grenda almost yelled, before Mabel put a hand over her mouth to shush her.

"Will you keep it down?" Mabel scolded. "Besides, why do you care? Aren't you still seeing that duke?"

"He knows I do what I want," Grenda told her, crossing her arms.

Bigby finally walked back over, putting his phone in his pocket. "So, these are your friends?" He asked Mabel.

"Yep!" Mabel confirmed. "This is-"

"I'm Grenda!" The large child interrupted. "I can fit seventeen rocks into my mouth! I'm great!"

Bigby simply stared at her. "O...k...and who's this?"

"/You are a flawed masterpiece and I will take you far away/," Candy said in Korean.

"Uh, what did she say?" Bigby asked Mabel.

"It's not important," the 12 year old insisted. "Wanna join us? We're going to watch reality TV and do glitter makeovers to each other!"

Bigby went quiet. "That's...nice...but I apparently have plans."

"Really?" Mabel skeptically asked.

"Sadly, yeah," he said. "Wendy's making me go out with her."

Mabel's eyes widened. "Wait, what!?" She yelled. "Oh, actually, hold up," she calmly said, as she quickly left the room, and came back with a glass of water. She took a couple of sips, before spitting it out in surprise. "WAIT, WHAT!?"

Bigby stared at her, his face wet from her little spit take. His eyes narrowed into a glare. "That was unnecessary."

Mabel chuckled, nervously. "Heh, sorry. But, come on! You two are going out!?"

"Why are you acting so..." Bigby started, but trailed off. He thought for a moment, before he connected it, having it click in his brain. "Oh! No! Not like that! She's not going out with me like that! I mean, we're hanging out, but it's with her friends."

Mabel squinted at Bigby. "And...do you want to hang out with them?"

Bigby shook his head. "Are you kidding? Mundy teenagers are terrible."

"So, Wendy is terrible?"

"What!? No, of course not, she's great, she's-"

Bigby cut himself off as he looked down at Mabel, who was smiling ear to ear.

Bigby narrowed his eyes. "Drop it," he ordered.

"But-!"

Bigby snarled "Drop. It."

Mabel stopped talking, as she pulled out a giant sticker that said 'HUSH!" on it, before sticking it on her mouth.

"See you later," he said, as he started to walk out, passing by the two friends that were still by the door. "Girls," he grunted, as he finally left.

Candy and Grenda looked at each other, before squealing to themselves. Mabel looked at them, getting a bit closer, making them go quiet and look at each other with wide eyes. Mabel then removed the sticker from her mouth, still looking at her friends. After a quick moment, they held each other, and started squealing again while jumping up and down.

"Mabel!" Grunkle Stan called from the other room. "Get the broom! That bat is still stuck in the ceiling!" He then walked into the hall with the girls, a can of soda in hand as he scratched his back. "Oh, it's just you. What're you doing here?"

Mabel furrowed her brow. "Uh, Grunkle Stan?" She asked. "Don't you remember? We talked about this."

"Remember wha-?" Realization then hit Stan, his eyes widened in fear as he dropped his can of soda. "No. No! Not a-"

"SLEEPOVER!" The girls screamed at the same time.

Stan placed his hands on his head. "NOOOOOOOO!" He cried in despair, knowing that he was in for a long night.

"This is a terrible idea."

The sun was starting to set over the sleepy town of Gravity Falls, as Bigby and Wendy walked side by side through the town. Less and less people were on the streets by the minute, going home and getting ready to rest, as the last orange flickers of light from the day danced along the streets.

"Dude," Wendy groaned. "Relax. Or shut up, either or."

"I'm just letting you know," Bigby said, as he pulled his carton of Huff N' Puffs out. "When this all goes to hell, and you're standing there like 'Oh, how could this have possibly gone as terribly as it did,' just know that I called it."

The tomboy smirked. "You done yet?" She chided.

"Can I go back to the shack?" Bigby asked.

"No."

"Then no," he simply stated, as he smacked the carton on the back of his head, sticking one of his cigarettes in his mouth.

Wendy looked at him for a second, a smile on her face, as the sheriff fumbled around for his lighter. "You know, I have no idea how more people don't say anything to you."

"About what?" He asked, finally finding his lighter.

"The fact that you smoke," she clarified. "I mean, you look like a teenager. But you're allowed to smoke?"

"Have you seen the police around here?" Bigby pointed out. "They're worse than the mall cops."

Wendy laughed. "Yeah, they arrested you immediately for smoking."

Bigby blushed slightly. "I didn't see the sign!" He huffed, embarrassed.

"Haha! Stan was so mad when he had to bail you out!" She fondly remembered, starting to laugh hysterically. "And we ran so fast when he chased us. If you didn't trip we would've gotten away."

Bigby took a drag of his smoke, flicking some ashes off, before looking over at the laughing redhead. He smiled, the sight of her happy being contagious. "It was pretty fun," he said, chuckling a bit. "The look on your face when he yelled at us was priceless."

She laughed, punching him in the shoulder, having him push her shoulder in response. After a few moments like that, they reached the cemetery, as Bigby stopped in front of the entrance, while Wendy kept walking. However, she quickly realized that Bigby wasn't following her, causing her to double back for her friend. "Hey man, what's up?"

Bigby blew out some smoke, before sighing. "I really don't think I should do this," he admitted. "I ain't the social type."

Wendy rolled her eyes. "Dude, come on," she pestered, as she grabbed his arm and started to drag him into the cemetery. "You'll be fine. You're a cool guy! I'm sure you'll get along just fine with them."

The two then came across a group of four teenagers, all hanging around as one of them were slightly hunched over, sticking his head out. "Come on, Nate!" Lee pressured. "Hit me as hard as you can!"

"Sure thing, dude!" Nate said, as he picked up a small, loose tombstone, and whacked his best friend in the head with it. Lee fell right to the ground, flat on his back, as the others looked down at him, guffawing at the blonde teen. After a second, Lee dazedly sat up, a big smile on his face.

"That was awesome!" He said, throwing his arms up in the air, as the others followed suit, cheering.

Wendy looked at Bigby, trepid to see his reaction. He was unimpressed, a large frown on his face, watching the group of mundies. "Uh...so?" She asked.

"I hate them already," he simply stated, smoking away. This wasn't going to be fun.