Request from "Guest(guest)":

"Can you do one ware Dipper,
Mabel,Pasifica and Bill are ghosts inhabiting the now old abandoned north west household?
like a little ghost family :3"

If you don't mind me adding in some Little Monsters!Stan twins and Fidds, plus some others as well; then yes, I can. It can be sorta like the episode "The Inconveniencing"! Enjoy!

Drabble 16: Mansion Mannerisms

Sum:
In the course of meeting another set of monster-fied twins(in their own words)
and meeting up with the werewolf Ash, Fidds, Lee, and Ford are checking out a supposedly
haunted house.

But as they continue to horse around and investigate
the place, they're beginning to suspect that the haunts who reside there are
none-to-friendly . . . .but if that IS so, then why is one offering them cookies
and another throwing glitter and confetti all over the place whilst the other two glare at them?

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:
I wasn't quite sure exactly where to take the Little Monsters!Au next, but this request has given me the perfect opportunity.

Later that day, late evening, Fidds, Lee, and Ford left the pawn shop, equipped with backpacks and lanterns. As they passed Greasy's Diner, a familiar black-furred shape emerged.

It was Ash. Her hair hanging loose about her shoulders, wearing jeans, a black biker jacket, and with a backpack slung over one shoulder. All this Fidds caught in a glance, and then her silver eyes caught his blue and she smiled, walking over with loose, easy steps.

"Hey! Where are you three headed so late at night?" she asked.

"We're meeting up with another set of weird twins to investigate a haunted house." Lee immediately answered, earning a punch on the shoulder from his brother, that he immediately returned.

There was a moments silence as she apparently contemplated this. She smiled. "Sweet, mind if I join?"

Marci paced back and forth at the edge of the road. Stancio stood just off of it, behind the guardrail. "Get down here! Before you get ran over!" the snowy Cervitaur scolded, ears laid back anxiously.

Marci's only reply was to scoff. She'd be able to hear any cars coming long before she saw them, and getting out of the way would be a cinch regardless. Besides the fact that this was the designated meeting point and one of them had to be in sight for the others to find them.

She suddenly stiffened, twisting her head towards town. The lights steps and quiet clicks of some sort of canine Were, the near-silent padding of some feline Were, a human, and some heavier creature that sounded more like stone tapping on stone.

She didn't move, but when she spotted them coming around the bend, lantern light filling the air, she grinned. "Hey! Ash, Fidds, Pines! Over here!" she called out quietly.

Only Lee seemed to hear her, an ear flicking her way before he started over with a grin, spotting her easily in the shadows. Ash was next, nostrils flaring as she tried to scent them over the stench of car fumes inlaid heavily on the road. She smiled when she spotted the younger Were, giving a bit of a wave, tail wagging. Ford squinted, as well as Fidds.

They were the only two with lanterns, seeing as the others in the group scarcely needed any light to see at all, compared to humans. It was quickly clear from the way the two Were's joked about hunts and tails and teeth and other things that this was the older Were Marci had mentioned earlier that day.

And, with Marci leading and her brother just behind her, they all started the short hike up the mountain to the mansion.

Getting in hadn't been terribly difficult. Lee had gone first, using his claws on feet and hands to tear out rock in the high stone wall as he went, to create better handholds for the others. Marci had more-or-less just flown over, perching on the top, followed quickly by Ford. Fidds had followed quickly, handing his lantern to Stancio. Ash followed right after him.

Some rope and a bit of a lengthy process of making a comfortable harness for Stancio, to help haul him over. Once everyone was on the other side, they all took a moment to stare up at the giant mansion. It looked largely intact, for the most part, only little bits of wear and tear from weather.

Together, with Marci and Ford leading the way and the others trailing after, they ventured inside. after climbing through a low window, Lee wandered off, walking in one direction, soon out of sight in the darkness of the large room.

"O-kay, this place just became ten times creepier." Ash muttered under her breath, quiet snuffling sounds following after as she scented the air. Marci was doing the same. Neither Ford nor Stancio had gained the gift of advanced smell. Their siblings, but not them. Only improved hearing, maybe better nightsight. Fidds was much weaker by that account, being fully human. That's just how it was.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light up ahead; an eerie, supernatural blue. Stancio flinched and sidled up closer to Fidds, while Marci darted forward. "Come on, let's check it out!" she exclaimed. Ash and Ford shared wary glances.

However, just as the two youngsters rounded the corner, they shrieked and turned tail, only for some invisible force to grab them before dragging them off.

"Marci!?" Stancio shrieked, sprinting forward. He flinched away, skidding to a halt before turning tail. He shouted, reaching for Ash and and Fiddleford, before another bright flash of blue light appeared. And then he was simply gone, without a trace.

Fidds stared, petrified with fear and shock. Ash flattened her ears and bared her teeth in a snarl, dropping to all fours. "What the heck is going on? Show yourself!" she shouted, her voice echoing and reechoing in the dark space.

Something suddenly tackled Fidds, knocking him over and on top of Ash, who yelped. All Fidds could get out was a startled squeak. On his chest was an excited, grinning Lee.

"You'll never believe what I just found!" he exclaimed, grabbing the stunned human's hand and dragging him towards a far-off door. Ash took a lantern and followed warily, fur sticking straight up along the back of her neck.

"I don't like this," she muttered, scenting the air. "Something's not right."

Fidds just followed along numbly. He couldn't make any sense of it. The only good thing about his current stunned state was it kept him from bolting in terror.

Lee lead them into a room that had a pool. They were close the shallow end, but the whole thing was empty. Ash looked around, then up. "What the . .?" she muttered. Much of the room appeared to be burnt, the cieling having caved away to reveal the sky, stars and the crescent moon.

A flash of blue light appeared in the deeper part of the pool. There were two clangs, as metal hit the concrete, followed by the angry roar of a lion and scared bleating of a fawn.

"Marci, Stancio!" Ash muttered, eyes wide.

Fidds shook himself and strained to see. "Where's Ford?" he asked.

Lee remained silent, completely still. Not in the way that he had turned fully to stone. No, he was simply staring out across the pool. Fidds crouched to his eye level, gently shaking his shoulder. "Lee?" he asked quietly.

Lee turned his head slowly, opening his eyes suddenly. They weren't glowing gold, like they usually were. They were solid blue, an ethereal glow that was so different and cold than the warmth they normally held.

Fidds flinched back, agape. Sharp teeth spreading in a wide, predatory grin, Lee started to laugh. But it was not his voice, or his laugh. This laughter was booming, deep, and rather terrifying.

Ash grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him to his feet, lunging back and pulling the human with her. In that instant, Lee had pounced. Where Fidds had been, now the small gargoyle was digging claws into the concrete of the pool-deck, easily digging trough it like a hot knife through butter, messily stuffing pieces in his mouth and chewing quickly, in a frenzy.

"Ash! Ash, help!" Marci cried, rattling the bars on her cage.

"Help us! The pool, it's filling!" Stancio joined, accompanied by a sharp cry of surprise.

"Ford!" the Evergreen twins cried at once.

"W-we've got to help!" Fiddleford exclaimed, wrenching himself out of the Were's grasp, racing for the pool. Lee was suddenly in front of him, hovering in place, the same ethereal glow surrounding him. He wasn't even using his wings. Teeth bared in a malicious grin and hands spread out to better show off his claws . . . he looked almost nothing like the rambunctious little boy Fidds had met.

Ash put a tight grip on one arm and hauled him back again, digging in her claws until he yelped. "Stop, you idiot!" she snarls. "There's ghosts! It's ghosts doing this! We need to use our heads and not be brash."

He pulls free again, glancing back at her in the lantern light. "Perhaps, but we have to do something!" he throws a hand towards the pool. "They're going to drown down there unless we hurry!"

That said, he snatched one of the lanterns off the ground and sprinted down into the pool. The cages were about four feet across and a little taller than he was. The water was already to his knees and climbing higher.

Stancio was pacing, hands feeling over every inch he could reach of his cage, while Marci was struggling to squeeze through the bars at the top. "Fidds!" they exclaimed at once, going as far as they could to meet him.

"Just calm down, I-I'll figure a way to get you out of here. Have either of you seen Ford?" he asks, setting the lantern on top of one of the cages, starting to circle both and look over them, trying to find a door.

"Over there!" Stancio strained, pointing towards the deeper end of the pool. "Hurry!"

Fidds stared at him a moment, then quickly slogged over. What he found was Ford, ropes binding his wings and arms behind his back, ankles tied tightly together and gagged. He was conscious, thankfully, and had managed to sit up to lean against the wall. He had his head tilted back and almost all of him was submerged under the water except just a bit of his nose.

Scooping him up and hurrying back towards the cages, Fidds yanked the gag off, cradling the twelve-year-old as he sputtered and heaved for air. Stretching, he gently placed him on top of Marci's cage, then started looking more at Stancio's.

The water rose ever-higher as he searched. Searched, and found nothing. He was growing anxious; what was he to do, if he couldn't find a way? Watch them drown? He didn't want to think of it.

Then, next thing Fidds knows, he's drowning. It happened to quickly to anticipate. Almost. Marci had been busying herself with trying to tear the ropes off of Ford. It was Stancio who had first cried out and pointed behind the human. That's when something rammed into him, knocking his head against the bars of the cage hard, before slipping, dazed, under the surface of the water, the thing on top of him.

The water level, now at about the edge of his ribs and climbing higher, suddenly seemed a lot more scary that he'd previously deemed. When the weight on top of him suddenly disappeared and something hauled him up by the shoulder, he was too disoriented and coughing up to much water to initially notice quite a few things.

First thing he noticed was Ash standing tensely at his side, soaked from head to toe. Next was Lee, clinging desperately to his trousers, looking scared and miserable in the deep water. And third . . . the ghosts.

Four of them, in fact, who were not twenty feet away and arguing. One was a Gorgon; girl from the waist up, snake from the waist down, with blonde snakes for hair that matched her tail, visible fangs, and eyes hidden by black shades. Then there was a Cervitaur, brown haired, brown eyed, wearing a white and blue hat with a pine tree on it.

Standing just on the other side was a human, no older then ten and no younger than seven, with corn-yellow hair that covered one blue eye and rather sharply dressed, in black slacks, white dress shirt, yellow vest with a gold brickwork pattern that covered his ribs, a black bow tie, tiny top hat, and a cane in hand. Standing, or, more like, floating, was a mermaid. Pink tail, long brown hair, brown eyes, and a face that was very similar to the Cervitaurs.

Besides the human, all of them looked to be around twelve. And, from what Fiddleford could pick up of their argument, the Gorgon and Cervitaur were unhappy with the intrusion, while the mermaid and human were excited by it. Which seemed to have ended in the former pair attempting to "take care of them" and the latter merely going for a bit of a scare, like a sort of prank.

And were now in a stand off that would last who-knows-how?

Meh, sorry if it turned out all weird. I wasn't sure how to end it, so far now, this is what you guys get. I might add more later, if I can get through my lack on inspiration for Little Monsters!Stan Twins stuff.