Back again! And with more Little Monsters!Au for your entertainment.

Ford is still a poindexter who simply loves mystery -though he edges towards conspiracies a little more- even though he's practically surrounded by the supernatural, Ford loves his bro but can be pretty annoyed at having to save his butt from stuff, being indestructible, and Fidds. . . .

Well, the twins like him. All three of them have never had friends(excluding the twins, they have eachother) so having someone to talk to about stuff is nice. I just get the feeling that Fidds saw mysteries as intriguing before, only really became interested in the supernatural after meeting/saving the twins on the highway. And that afterwards, they only stayed at the hospital long enough to ensure the two had parents that were coming for them.
As in, it was a pretty big impression on him anyways, despite not learning one anothers names and the like.

Consider this a springboard for specific stuff, like them finding the size-altering crystals or the cave behind the waterfall or other things over the summer. This is going to become a pretty nice little Story-Arc, don'ta think? Please send in ideas for things to happen next!

Drabble 7: Will You Stay With Us?

Sum:
In the aftermath of "I Won't Let You Fall Alone", Fiddleford finds himself drawn
back to the strange little town that very next summer. There's something about it
that he can't help but enjoy. Is it the strange residents? The peace
and quiet of the woods? Or the two young, excitable twins he rescued?

Universe:
Young!Monster Falls
(The Stan twins basically born/turned into
monsters when little and it's normal and junk.
Like most people in the Falls are monsters
and the world knows and everyone's basically cool with it.)

A`N:
No slash. More of a big brother/younger brothers sorta thing. And besides - after seeing a
town like that, who can help but become intrigued? Besides that, I'm pretty sure
everyone was worried over what happened to Ford and Lee after their crash-landing.

Fiddleford knew he should be looking for a job, come summer. He wasn't quite sixteen, and technically he didn't have a license so he couldn't drive, but his plan had seemed quite good and well-thought-out back home. Go out of town -and state!- to find a job and perhaps a little bit of adventure, live off his own cash for a bit and then use his reserve money -or whatever he managed to save- for the bus ticket back home. Easy, simple, and perhaps a bit of fun, besides a taste of adult life.

Now, standing at the bus stop in Gravity Falls, Oregon, the teenager felt rather lost. He wasn't sure where he should go, or where to turn to. He'd found little info on the town, besides some stuff about the resident monsters and not to go in the woods alone, especially at night. And, besides two or three good books on various monsters, he wasn't sure what he would encounter here.

And, from meeting two young monsters who reacted far different than anything he read in his books, it was clear that a human turned into a monster was very different from one born as a monster, not just in behavior but in appearance, as well. Though the books still held some pretty interesting facts that turned out to be true, and others that he had yet to see.

Glancing around one more time, Fiddleford re-shouldered his backpack and picked up his suitcase, deciding to at least find a place where he could ask about stuff like this. Maybe a restaurant or diner; in such a small town, people were likely to know nearly everyone else in town. It had been not four months since he had last been here.

Even so, he looked about in wonder-filled delight. He soon found a place called "Greasy's Diner" and decided to have a look and get some breakfast. Before his food arrived, the bell over the door jingled merrily, announcing a few more customers. However, the voices -that were apparently arguing- were familiar.

He looked up from his book and around, spotting the young Sphinx and Gargoyle he and his father had found and hurried to the hospital months ago. The gargoyle was a strange sight to see. He looked both like solid rock, yet with the fluidity that came with organic creatures, melded into one, and glowing solid-gold eyes.

Other than that, the only real difference in appearance was a change of clothes(or maybe not, seeing the clothes turned to stone with the gargoyle, erasing the colors), a large chip taken out of the left horn. On closer examination, his right wing seemed a little testy about opening wide or abruptly(as he could guess from the childs quiet grumbles), besides the white and grey owl perched on the Spinx's shoulders, it's large orange eyes seeming to stare straight into Fiddlefords' soul.

First one, then the other spotted him, and then all of a sudden he was being overwhelmed by the two youngsters, the Sphinx clambering next to him in the booth while the Gargoyle sat across from them.

"Woah, cool! I haven't found any good books on Centaurs here in town." the sphinx exclaimed, leaning over to look at the pictures, eyes quickly scanning the descriptions. His glasses had been replaced; black, with little gold bits in the upper corners, which glinted in the light coming out the large windows as he quickly readjusted them, since they'd gone askew.

The Gargoyle was also wearing glasses; rectangular and unassuming compared to his twins, and he appeared bored with the whole thing. "Bro, if you wanna know more about Centaurs, then just ask one here in town!" he exclaimed, groaning in annoyance when he was ignored, plopping his head on the table and tucking his nose into the crook of one arm, glaring/looking out like a large, drowsy house cat.

While confused and a little iffy about the whole situation, Fidds noticed that a lot of the other monsters were physically relaxing, conversations that sounded fake or forced about costumes and parties turning to more normal, everyday things; which apparently included random, "no-holds-barred" brawling, as three of the patrons, who had just been hanging out before, started chanting it at the top of their lungs and charged out the door.

One had been a tall, burly, fiery red-haired man, the other two what appeared to be Minotaur's. A second human only sighed, paused to pay for the group, and trailed after them. He shot Fiddleford a comforting glance and a thumbs up as he passed, as if knowing what the other was going through before hurrying off to catch up with his friends.

A black-furred, silver-eyed werewolf lady, whose nametag dubbed her "Ash", arrived soon with a stack of pancakes and a side of scrambled eggs and bacon, besides hot chocolate, for Fiddleford. She paused and her eyebrows shot up in surprise at the sight of the two boys. With her tail, she lightly swatted the Sphinx over the head, making him yelp and lean back enough for her to set the plates of food and mug down.

"Ow, what that heck?" the sphinx grumbled, before catching sight of her and blushing in embarrassment. "H-hey, Ashley." he greeted nervously.

The gargoyle boy raised his head and growled threateningly when his brother got smacked, but slapped on a grin. "Heya, Ash." he greeted, apparently using a nickname.

She narrowed her eyes at them. "Did you and Lee ask?" she questioned, giving Fiddleford a cursory glance and the boys pointed looks. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen, though it was difficult to be sure.

The gargoyle piped up. "No, poindexter didn't. I just followed along."

Ash glanced at him, then back to the Sphinx. "Ford," she started in a warning tone. "You really need to start asking. I can understand that you'd be excited over meeting someone who seems to like what you do," she glanced at the open book at the table. "But you still need to be respectful. Understood?"

He nodded, looking down and twiddling his hand-like-paws. "Sorry." he addressed Fiddleford, who was still trying to figure out exactly what was going on.

"No, no, it's alright, actually." he spoke up, seeing as the two were about to leave.

Ash put a hand on her hip. "Alright then. I'll just take the twins orders and leave you be." she smiled.

The boys ordered the special, like Fiddleford, and soon actual introductions were given.

The gargoyle was Lee, and the Sphinx was Ford. Both remembered him, apparently, after meeting them briefly before he left when they woke up. When he asked about Ash, they merely said that she lived in the same neighborhood and often babysat them when their parents were out, and besides that, were really good friends.

The owl was introduced as Amicus Noctuam Piceae, or just Amicus. Apparently, it was Latin and the last name meant "Pines", like the boys last name.

"So, why are you here?" Lee asked, starting to dig into his half of the meal hungrily. "His half" consisted of the bacon and eggs, while his brother claimed the pancakes.

Fidds(as Lee had nicknamed him) took another sip of cocoa before answering. "Well, I wanted to try and find a job out of town for the summer, perhaps find a little adventure as well. Gravity Falls left a bit of an impression on me."

Lee grinned wide. "As big as the crater I made in the highway?"

"Lee!" hissed Ford, swatting at him(they had chosen to sit next to eachother when their own food arrived). Ford seemed uncomfortable with the joke. "Be polite!"

"How was that not?" Lee countered, acting hurt from the hit, but seeming not to feel it. "And besides, that was the first time I caused a lot of damage by accident and no one could blame anyone." his grin dropped into something akin to guilt. ". . .no one but me. . ." he mumbled, wings hiking up on his back and ears flattening.

Ford patted his brothers shoulder comfortingly before turning to attack his pancakes. "Do either of you boys know anyplace in town that's hiring? I need to get a job and a place to stay the night."

The brothers shared a look. The owl(which Fidds recognized as a Northen White-Faced Owl) hooted, leaning over to peck at a piece of leftover bacon on Lee's plate. Both suddenly grinned, giving Fidds a good look at their differing sets of sharp teeth.

"Our dad's pawn shop!" they said at once. The owl startled and suddenly seemed to be skinny and tall as a stick and glaring at Fidds, rather than short and fluffy and adorable. At both the outburst and the owls' look he jumped. Ford gently scooped the owl up and pet its head while it perched on his shoulder, settling once more and looking cute.

"It's alright, Amicus," he comforted softly. "It's alright. Fidds is a friend, too." he soothed the owl. It hooted, seemingly in response, and seemed to send Fiddleford an apologizing look. Fidds knew it as silly to think so, but some part of him nagged that he was talking to a gargoyle and a sphinx and was recently served breakfast by a werewolf. He had little room to judge right now on what was and wasn't possible.

"Our dad has been looking for someone to help him at the shop, and I'm sure we could convince him to let you bunk upstairs, too." Lee explained, grinning wide in excitement. "

Fiddleford considered. It could work out, and besides, these two young brothers, twins, no less, seemed to be quite the interesting case.

He finally nodded, but before he could reply, Lee continued. "Will you stay with us? Please?" he begged, ears twitching a bit, wings shuffling nervously as he grinned pleadingly.

"Sure, I don't see why not." Fidds replied. He couldn't help a smile. The two boys cheered together, the owl hooted, and someone -or thing- from farther down started to complain about the steak he'd recieved not being raw enough.

It all worked out. Fidds got the job and was allowed to bunk in the spare bedroom upstairs. Much to his surprise, Mr. Pines was a human, and that left him to wonder exactly what made humans monsters in this town.

It was early the next morning, on a Wednesday, that he suddenly found a large weight dropped on his chest, landing so hard that he wheezed. He opened his eyes to see Ford, who was blushing in embarrassment and glaring at his brother, who was standing on the foot of the bed. His fur, hair, and ever feathers were ruffled and unkempt, and the sphinx gave his eyes a quick rub, squinting without his glasses.

"Lee!" he hissed, showing his teeth and flattening his ears when he finally spotted his brother.

"What? It was funny!" he replied with a quiet giggle.

"C-could you get off?" Fidds asked, exasperated, but oddly endeared by their childish antics. He'd never had siblings or been around young folk all to often, and he found thier energy and cheer to be refreshing.

Ford mumbled out an apology as he scrambled off. A quick glance out the window told him that it was very, very early in the morning. And a glance at the clock -after finding his glasses- told him that it was before six in the morning.

"What are you two doing up so early, anyway?" he asked, climbing out of bed. He was already awake; he may as well get up and get moving.

"Well, we want to go check something out that we found two weeks ago, but it's a bit of a hike. We figured that it'd be best to start early." Lee replied, lunging towards the window. It was open, and he easily balanced on all fours, crouched like a large, stone cat, tail flicking and ears pricked.

Ford rubbed his eyes with a groan. While Lee was dressed in shorts and a white-and-red striped shirt with the sleeves rolled up, Ford was still in his pj's. "Yeah, but did you have to wake us up by dropping me on our guest?" he grumbled, yawning wide; too wide for a human, but normal enough when Fidds recalled the cat/lion side to him.

"Yep!" Lee replied, grinning wide. His wings stretched and flapped, and he leaned farther out the window, snuffing the air. He turned around. "You two better hurry up and get dressed. We gotta go before Pop wakes up and tans our hides before selling them to a tourist tomorrow." while there was little logic in this statement, he turned around and landed lightly on the ground, rising to his two feet and walking out.

Ford rolled his eyes, but followed him out. Fidds was in over his head.

Fiddleford had dressed accordingly for the summers heat, and now walked behind the two excited twins as they lead him deeper and deeper into the forest. Just as they reached a small clearing, however, Ford stopped them, pointing for them to be quiet. His owl, Amicus, peered out, then glanced back and locked eyes with Fidds. It blinked several times, in a pattern, then looked back out, perched on the sphinx's shoulder.

A herd of what first appeared to be deer stood in the clearing. As one lifted it's "head", however, Fidds realized that rather than deer, he was staring down at some sort half deer, half human creatures, perhaps related to Centaurs.

One thing he noticed were the antlers the males all seemed to have, that all had the ears of a deer rather than human ones, and that they more-or-less walked around bare-chested, the women with only a length of cloth tied around their chests.

There were some children, who, besides being much smaller, had white spots on their sides, no antlers, and none seemed to wear shirts, not even the young girls, who were better recognizable by their long hair. They raced about, playing games of tag and chase, besides other games that were undecipherable from just looking, shouting and laughing.

Some seemed to be adolescents, with spots disappearing and nubs of antlers growing, some of the young ladies with the cloths tied around their chests not needing them, talking and laughing and chatting with one another that like kids hanging out at the mall. A few of the youngest of these teens were playing or looking after the children/fawns, while some of the older were hanging around the adult, but for the most part, they all stuck together.

Overall, it was a sight to behold. It made him wish for a camera.

Then, across the clearing, Fidds spotted something lurking in the shadows. He couldn't quite make it out, but then there was the terrified bleating of a fawn and all the deer-people started to flee.

And, to Fiddlefords' horror, they were stampeding right towards him and the twins.

Ta-da! Okay, this is a bit brief, I realize, but I thought it'd be best to show that YES, both are alive.

Okay, can anyone tell me what the owls' name means in English? Not a challenge, the previous from the last chapter or so is still the only one up. This one is more for fun.

Okay, I need a bit of help. I want to pick out a pet for Fidds and Lee, one that reflects thier personalities as Amicus, the owl, does for Ford. )Ex. Owls represent knowledge, and Stanford was the smart one who loved studying.( I think you get the idea.

Please review!