A/N: Hey guys. I kinda figured I owe you guys a small explanation.

With the news of Telltale going out of business and Wolf Among Us season 2 getting canceled, and with the fact that Gravity Falls was truly over, I felt hesitant to continue with this story. That, added with the fact that I had more inspiration to write my Spider-Man story, and with my life being generally busy, meant that this story was put on the back burner for a while.

I can't say anything concrete, but I will try to update this story more regularly. I know there are some people who enjoy it, and I think it's a fun thing to write. I also still have some ideas that I think will be cool for this story, and I'm excited to see where it will take things.

Hope you enjoy the chapter!

"WOLFY! OH WOOOLFY!"

Bigby felt weightless. He had no idea where he was at. He couldn't see anything at all. He couldn't move. He felt...frightened.

"I HAVE TO SAY, YOU SEEM KIND OF LOST. WHY PUT YOURSELF THROUGH OF ALL THIS GARBAGE? STOP ACTING LIKE A HUMAN AND JUST BE WHO YOU WERE BORN TO BE! IT WORKED FOR ME! WELL, I WASN'T BORN, PER SE, MORE LIKE EXISTED IN A CONCEPT OF THE UNIVERSE BEFORE IT WAS CREATED, BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT."

Bigby tried to scream, only for nothing to come out. He tried and tried, his throat growing sore, but no sound came out. This was madness.

"MADNESS? OH BUDDY, WE HAVEN'T EVEN GOT TO THE FUN STUFF YET. HONESTLY, I DON'T THINK YOU TAKE ME SERIOUSLY. THAT'LL CHANGE REAL SOON THOUGH. HOPE YOU'RE READY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Bigby!"

Bigby woke up, his eyes flying open as he flung forward, giving a surprised growl as he did so. He looked around, panting slightly, to see he was still in the van, and that the other teens were looking at him with confused glances.

"You ok, dude?" Wendy asked, as he turned towards her, noticing that she had his hand on his arm. She must of shook him awake.

"Yeah..." He said, still a little breathless. "Bad dream."

"Aww..." Robbie started, in a mocking baby voice. "Did the wittle guy get a nightmare?"

The sheriff snarled at the goth. "Shut it."

Robbie rolled his eyes. "Whatever, we're here," he said, as he slid the door open and stepped out. "Try not to chicken out, ok?" He jabbed, before closing the door.

The others followed suit, as Bigby stewed in his frustration, still sitting next to Wendy. The redhead looked at her friend. "Try not to let him get to you."

"I'm not letting it get to me. But if he says something like that again I'm tearing his head off." Wendy snickered for a second, making Bigby look directly at her. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Not really," Wendy answered. "But seeing you like this is hilarious."

Bigby grumbled to himself, before pulling out his carton and putting a smoke in his mouth. The two left the van, and as Bigby lit his cigarette, he looked at where they had arrived.

They were in the middle of the forest, surrounded by dense pine trees and the large shadows they had cast. Moonlight poked in through the few openings between the branches, as they shined on what appeared to be an ancient, wooden shack. It was slightly dilapidated, yet Bigby couldn't help but feel like something wasn't quite right about it. His instincts were telling him not to trust the ominous little house.

"Woo!" Lee shouted. "Witch's shack!" He cheered.

"Yeeeeah!" Nate yelled in reply. "This is going to be sweet!"

Bigby rubbed his forehead, as the group walked closer to house. This isn't going to end well, is it?

Pacifica hated everything at the moment, as she was desperately trying to hide the blush that was growing on her face.

She hated Mabel for convincing her to come to this sleepover, she hated Mabel's weird friends for putting her in this situation, and she hated how vulnerable and embarrassed she was she sat in her pajamas next to Dipper Pines, who was also in his pajamas, and was convinced to hang out with them by his twin sister.

She wondered if she could get the family team of lawyers to sue Mabel for emotional distress. Probably not, but it's worth a try.

The group of kids were sitting on the floor of the Mystery Shack's living room, as Mabel and her friends were all talking about any topic under the sun.

"Pacifica?"

"Huh?" She grunted, snapping out of her train of thought as she looked at the boy next to her.

"I, uh, asked if you wanted a brownie," Dipper said. "You ok?"

"Fine, I'm fine," she said, a little too quickly, swiping the brownie out of the smart boy's hands, taking a big bite. "Thanks," she mumbled.

"Uh, you're welcome?" Dipper responded, a bit confused, before he started munching on his brownie as well.

Mabel saw the two interacting with each other, as she got a huge smile on her face. This was a good start, but she wondered how she can push this further.

After a few moments, Dipper looked around, his brow slightly furrowed. "Hey," he started. "Where is everyone?"

Mabel perked up. Perfect. "Well, Grunkle Stan took Soos somewhere, and Wendy got Bigby to leave his room and took him out for the night."

Dipper's eyes widened a bit. "Whoa, really?" He asked, surprised. Pacifica couldn't help but notice the tone in his voice.

"I know right?" Mabel said. "I have no idea what the deal is with that. Bigby's the biggest grumpity grump I know, but he always goes along with what Wendy wants. She must be real special to him."

Dipper rubbed his chin for a second. "Hey, you have a point. They hang out together all the time. Huh. Good for him."

Mabel got him. "You don't really seem too disappointed," she commented. "Didn't you use to have a big crush on her?"

Dipper blushed furiously, as he started rubbing the back of his head. "Hah, well, yeah, but I don't really feel like that anymore. At least not with her."

Pacifica noticed his little slip up, before whipping towards him, looking right at him. "What do you mean 'at least not with her'?"

Dipper looked at the heiress, still red in the face, as he gulped. "Well, uh, you see, what I'm saying is-"

The conversation was cut shot as they heard a loud thud on the roof, followed by a pained scream. The preteens all looked at each other, before getting to their feet and running out of the Mystery Shack, heading outside to look at the roof.

On there, they saw their Grunkle Stan laying down, a large S stuck on top of them. Next to him, Soos was standing on a ladder, holding a hammer, looking down at his boss. The repairman quickly noticed his friends on the ground below them. "Oh, hey dudes, how's the slumber party?"

"Grunkle Stan!" Dipper called. "What happened?"

Stan looked at the kids, as he was still struggling. "Oh, hey kids," he greeted, straining himself as he tried to get free. "I decided to finally fix this stupid sign while you guys were doing your weird slumber party junk."

"And I'm helping!" Soos added, shaking his hammer in pride. However, the hammer slipped out of his hand, falling right on top of Stan's head.

"OW!" The trapped old timer complained.

"Sorry Mister Pines!" Soos said. He then looked at the kids. "Maybe you guys should go. This is probably gonna take a while. Maybe an hour or two."

"I can't feel my entire body," Stan stated, in pain.

"Maybe three," Soos decided.

The group slowly made their way back in, as Pacifica turned to Dipper. "Does stuff like that happen a lot around here?"

"Kinda," Dipper answered. "It usually involves an animal though. Last week Soos lost an arm wrestling competition against a squirrel."

Pacifica cocked an eyebrow. "How?"

"The squirrel cheated," Dipper explained. "He got his friends to bite Soos as they were doing it."

Pacifica laughed at that. "That sounds awesome. Please record that next time, I GOT to see that."

Dipper smiled. "For you, no problem."

Ahead of them, Mabel was barely containing her glee. This could not be going any better.

The door to the witch's shack slowly creaked open, the moonlight slightly shining in as the group of teenagers wandered in, excited at the prospect of exploring the place.

"Whoa..." Nate uttered in awe. "This place is so creepy..."

"Yeah dude..." Lee agreed, walking right behind his friend. He got a devious grin on his face, as he slowly reached out to Nate, before firmly grabbing his shoulder. "BLAARGH!" He yelled, making Nate jump in fear.

Nate quickly turned around towards him, and pushed him. "You jerk! Don't do that!"

"Scardy cat, scardy cat!" Lee teased, as they walked further in.

Robbie and Tambry walked in together, with Robbie just looking around with his hands in his hoodie pockets, and with Tambry just staring at her phone.

Wendy walked in, followed almost immediately by Bigby, who was puffing on a smoke. He stopped at the doorway, taking in the shack itself. The inside was dusty, particles floating gently in the air, shining in the moonlight. That only did so much however, as the rest of the house might as well of been a dark void. The sheriff could vaguely make out the outline of the others who had walked in, what appeared to be a bookshelf, an old bed in the corner, and what looked like a cauldron in the center of the room.

Bigby took a long drag, as he walked further in, closer to the others. "So what exactly are we doing here?"

"We're hanging out," Tambry answered, not looking at him. "You do know what that means, right?" She asked, semi-genuine.

"Guess I'm just out practice," Bigby answered, crossing his arms, not understanding why they would want to be here. With all the weird stuff that happens in this town, you would think people would be more cautious of local legends.

"Relax dude, we've done this before," Nate told him. "We went to a convenience store that had ghosts in it."

"Oh yeah!" Lee exclaimed. "That was crazy."

"Wait," Bigby stopped, looking at the teenagers. "You went to a place that was haunted?"

"Yeah," Thompson told him. "We heard the owners got murdered and wanted to see what it was like."

"That was a cool night," Wendy added. "Dipper saved us after the ghosts possessed Mabel."

Bigby looked at them all with a slack-jawed expression, his cigarette almost falling out. "Are you people stupid?"

The others got a surprised look on their faces, offended by the comment, as Wendy awkwardly chuckled, walking towards the fable. "Heh heh, hey Bigby, can I talk to you for a moment?" She asked, before roughly grabbing his arm and dragging him to a corner of the shack before he could answer. She pushed him out of her grip, making him stumble back into the wall. "What the hell man!?" She harshly whispered.

"What do you mean 'what the hell'!?" The werewolf hissed back. "You guys dealt with this stuff before and you decide to do it again!?"

"We're just having fun!" Wendy defended. "Come on man, these guys are my friends! I wanted you to meet them and get along with them because they're important to me! And I was hoping they'd like you too!"

Bigby stared at the redhead for a second, before sighing. "I don't think that's possible," he calmly stated. "I think...we're just too different. I mean, I've been around for centuries, and they're just normal mundy teenagers."

Wendy looked down, a twinge of sadness in her eyes.

The fable quickly noticed. "What?" He asked, a bit concerned.

"Does that mean we can't really get along?" Wendy asked, sincere. "I mean, what makes me different from them?"

"No, that's not-you're not- you're different, from them," Bigby stuttered. "You're special."

That caught Wendy's attention. "What do you mean?" She asked, quickly.

"Uh, well, just...look, I don't quite know how to explain this. I'm not great with words. But...you're special. Your attitude, your passion for stuff, how you do anything for your friends...it's...nice. I feel like we just click. Like, I can just be me, and not be judged. Even though I'm kind of a dick sometimes."

Wendy gave a small smile, sort of embarrassed. "You can be a dick. But...I think you're special too."

The two locked eyes for what seemed to be an eternity. It seemed that an entire silent conversation happened between the two, as they developed a greater understanding with each other. A greater connection.

"Hey guys!" Thompson called from the other side of the room, putting the moment to an end.

The two looked at him in annoyance. "What!?" They simultaneously barked.

"S-sorry!" He responded, noticing their tone. "But look what we found!"

The two joined the others, as they were all gathered around something. Bigby looked, to see that they were staring at a bone that was sitting on the floor. It was large, obviously from some kind of animal.

Robbie knelt down to pick it up. "Heh, wicked," he uttered, examining it. "How old do you think it is?"

Tambry looked at it for a brief second, before she went back to texting. "I don't know. Looks really big though. Probably from an elk."

The Big Bad Wolf stared at it for a second, before narrowing his eyes at it. "Let me see," he said.

Robbie scoffed. "Oh, now he's interested," he mocked, before tossing the bone towards Bigby. The sheriff caught it, examining it thoroughly. Something about it struck it as odd to the detective.

Finally, Bigby brought it closer to his face, as he started sniffing it. The others were surprised at the action, recoiling slightly. "Dude!" Robbie exclaimed, disgusted. "That's so nasty!"

"Dude's crazy," Nate stated, as Lee nodded in agreement. Tambry stopped looking at her phone, her eyes wide at the sight.

Bigby, after a few moments of sniffing, took the bone away from his nose. He then turned to Wendy. "How old is this legend?" He asked.

Wendy cocked an eyebrow. "About the witch? Decades old. Why?"

Bigby frowned deeply. "This bone is too recent. At most it's been here for a few years. Something's been in here."

Robbie crossed his arms. "Oh, will you stop trying to find a reason to chicken out?" He asked. "It was probably dragged in here by some animal."

Bigby scratched his cheek. "Maybe..." he muttered, before he pulled out his lighter, flicking it on and using the flame to slightly light his surroundings. He began walking around, now on the look out for anything out of place.

"What is he doing?" Robbie asked, annoyed.

"He's investigating the place," Wendy stated, carefully watching the fable. "He's a detective. Sorta."

"Are all the losers who have crushes on you detectives?" The ex questioned, biting.

Wendy turned to him, frustrated. "What the hell is your deal, Robbie?" She interrogated. "I thought we were cool!"

Robbie looked offended. "What're you talking about?" He asked, defensive.

"You've been taking stabs at me and Bigby all night!" She exclaimed. "I'm sick of it!"

The two continued to argue, as Bigby ignored them, too focused on his investigation to care. Using his light, he looked at the paintings on the wall, the frames cracked and the canvas slightly ripped from the wear and tear of time. After a few seconds of scanning, he saw the black and white portrait of a middle aged woman, with long, dark hair. He paused, staring at it, before he carefully took it off the wall, and examined it closer. Bigby figured that this was the rumored witch. She didn't seem to be anything special.

Looking closely at it, Bigby noticed something interesting in the background of the picture. That triangle. The same one he saw in the Northwest Manor. The one he was sure he saw at the Asylum. The one that's been haunting him for days now. He could still hear the way the people screamed in terror, the utter hopelessness he felt in that moment. The smell of the smoke and flames as it engulfed everything around him.

"Wait," Bigby said aloud, interrupting the bickering teenagers and earning their attention, along with the others. Bigby realized he wasn't remembering the smell of the smoke, he was actually catching whiffs of it from somewhere. He thought for a moment, putting away his lighter, before realizing where it could be coming from. "Tambry," he said, as making girl perk up as she still played on her phone. "Can you turn on the flashlight on that thing and point it towards the cauldron?"

"I don't want to," she said, dismissively.

Bigby groaned a little to himself. "...do it for the likes..." He grumbled, loud enough for her to hear it.

Tambry paused, and looked at the fable. She then tapped on her phone, causing the flashlight on it to turn on, before pointing it at the black, steel cauldron.

"I can't believe that worked," Bigby mumbled to himself, before he knelt down next to the cauldron, looking closely at the kindling and ash that was underneath it.

"Bigby, what's up?" Wendy asked, curious at what the detective was trying to figure out.

"Look," he said, pointing at part of the kindling that was nothing but ash and slightly glowing specs. "Cinders. Still fresh. Someone's used this really recently. Can't of been more than five hours ago."

"Wait, what!?" Nate exclaimed.

"Someone's using this place?" Lee asked.

Thompson started shaking. "Someone's living here? Is...is it the witch?"

Lee and Nate looked at each other with wide eyes. "THE WITCH!?" They both yelled in fear at the same time.

Robbie loudly scoffed at the others. "Seriously guys? You're going to listen to this guy? He's just trying to get us to leave so he can go home."

"Really?" Bigby asked, as he stood up, before walking over and facing the goth. "You're still going on about that?"

"What?" Robbie snidely replied. "It's true."

Bigby snarled at the teenager. "Are you seriously this petty or are you just stupid!?" He questioned, fed up. "Did you hear the evidence I gave you? Did you not see the weird way the dust is parting on certain things in the room? You got chased around by ghosts and you're not considering the fact that a witch might still be alive?"

"Watch it, pal," Robbie warned.

Bigby furrowed his brow, angry. "Or what?" The sheriff dared. "You gonna fight me? You've been digging at me since I got here, and I'm done dealing with it!"

"I said watch it!" Robbie cried, as he pushed Bigby harshly, making him stumble a bit backwards.

The room went quiet, as the wolf looked at the mundy with fury in his eyes. The tension in the air was thick, as the stagnant air started to feel heavy. Everyone was waiting for someone to make a move, not sure what to expect.

"Bigby..." Wendy broke the silence, worried.

"I wouldn't do that again if I were you," Bigby told Robbie, barely containing his rage.

Robbie gave a spiteful smirk. "Oh, ok," he said. "I won't push you again."

With that, Robbie threw a punch, hitting Bigby right in the jaw, causing his head to whip along with it. However, the Fable didn't move otherwise, as he stood still, looking straight ahead at where his head ended up pointing from the hit. Bigby inhaled deeply through his nose, before whipping his head back towards Robbie, his teeth bared.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Robbie's cocky expression fell from his face, as he realized his grave mistake.

The sheriff quickly retaliated, as Robbie's chin was rocked by a stiff right hook, knocking him down to the ground. Without hesitation, Bigby quickly got on top of the goth, grabbing him by the collar with one hand and punching him hard in the face with the other.

The other teenagers, seeing how dangerous the sitatuion was becoming, all grabbed the fable, trying to restrain him. "Whoa, dude!" Lee exclaimed. "Calm down!"

"Holy crap!" Nate cried, as the teens struggled to get him off of their friend. "How strong is this guy!?"

"Please stop hurting him!" Thompson asked. "And please don't hurt us!"

"Bigby!" Wendy grunted with effort. "Cool it! He's not worth it!"

"Get off my boyfriend, man!" Tambry pleaded, actually showing some emotion for a change.

In response, Bigby simply roared in anger, still trying to get at Robbie, but not trying to hurt the others.

Suddenly, a loud thud brought an end to the commotion, making them all freeze. Robbie, with some blood dribbling out of his mouth and sporting a black eye, looked around. "The hell was that?" He asked.

"Shh!" Wendy hushed, as everyone looked around, still holding and trying to dogpile Bigby. Another loud thud was heard, until suddenly, the entire shack started to shake, making everyone fall over. As they recovered, they looked up, only to see the roof of the cabin come off, revealing the cause of the disturbance.

Bigby looked up with wide eyes, as two, giant, green trolls looked at them with suspicious eyes.

"Oi!" One of them, a male, shouted. "What 'da 'ell do ye think yer doin' 'en our kitchen!?"

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Bigby groaned, realizing that the night just took a turn for the worst.