From I'mWishingforaStarRod: "Speaking of deer centaurs, can you do something Monster Falls-ish? Like with Gargrunkle Stan or Deerper or (heaven forbid) Sphinxley? Please?"

More Monster Falls, eh? I'll do my best! I think a bit of fluff is necessary for this, hmmm...

If anyone doesn't know the plot of the Monster Falls au, go to winterbolt's tumblr because they created it with a few other users. The basics are that the entire town has been transformed into monsters based on personalities (Dipper is a deetaur, Mabel is a mermaid, Wendy is a werewolf, etc.) and it's all because of this magic river in the woods. If you touch it, you get turned into a monster basically, and the Pines family is looking for a cure.

Animal Instincts

"Do it again!"

"No."

"Dipperrrrr!"

"No, Mabel!"

Stan's eyes narrowed as the argument reached his ears, the sound of another fight coming on grating at his nerves. Ever since the incident that turned them all into these monsters, it seemed like the twins were constantly teasing each other or arguing about something. It was most likely due to the fact that the whole town was furious with them (honestly, you would think that they'd be a bit more considerate since the Pines family was trying to reverse the effects of that weird magic river) and the stress was wearing them all thin. Combined with the fact that as a gargoyle now, he always felt so darn tired, it was safe to say that Stan Pines wasn't in a good mood.

"Mabel, it's embarrassing! Just drop it, okay?"

"But it's so cute!"

"No, it is - !"

"Dipper!" Stan snapped, feeling about ready to punch a wall if this went on for much longer. "Will you just humor your sister about whatever it is you're arguing about? I'm getting a migraine."

The deertaur came into view in the living room where his great-uncle was sitting, a scowl on his face. It would have made Stan laugh under normal circumstances - especially since he was towing a red wagon filled with water behind him that held Mabel in it - but he'd had enough fighting at this point to drain him of laughter.

"She's trying to get me to do that weird deer sound again, though!" Dipper griped, shooting an angry look at his twin.

Mabel stuck out her tongue in return. "Because it's cute! You're like Bambi, Dip, just face it."

"Wha - ? No - !"

"If it gets you both to shut up so I can get rid of this new headache you've given me," Stan interrupted loudly, "then please just do it."

Dipper's mouth flapped open and shut quickly as Mabel cheered from the red wagon. He shot his great-uncle a furious look. "I can't do it on my own. It just sort of... happens."

Oh, right. He'd forgotten about that. It usually only occurred when the kid got scared or someone startled him.

Oh.

The kid was going to kill him for this.

Stan shot his great-niece a look and she smiled in understanding before turning back to her brother. A man (or, um, gargoyle) had to do, what a man had to do, after all.

Dipper seemed to guess something was up and narrowed his eyes. His brown ears pinned back on his head, almost knocking off his trucker hat, and he began to ask, "What are you two - ?"

Without warning, Mabel leapt out of the wagon (which was impressive, considering how shallow the wagon was and how big she was) and onto her brother's back. She grinned as water sprayed everywhere and Dipper let out an unusually loud bleating sound, his face going scarlet in embarrassment. He covered his mouth as his sister giggled and Stan almost managed a smile at the look on the deertaur's face.

It was rather funny.

"You planned that!" Dipper whined and glared at the mermaid as she slunk back into the wagon behind him.

"It was so cute!"

Stan sighed. "You two are going to be the death of me," he grumbled under his breath.

Neither of the twins heard; Mabel was gushing about the bleating and Dipper was pouting about it.

"You could have just splashed me or something," Dipper muttered.

"Where's the fun in that?"

The preteen boy groaned loudly. "Of all the monsters I could have been, I became a deer. Great."

"I like it," Mabel declared. "I think it does suit you, in a way." While the way she leaned on the edge of the wagon and her bright smile would have made anyone think she was being silly about it, the sincere look in her brown eyes disproved this. "Besides, would you have rather been a zombie like Robbie?"

Dipper scratched his furry back absentmindedly. "Well... no."

"Or a vampire like Gideon?"

"Ugh, no!"

Stan snorted at that one. He still thought it was funny that the blond kid had actually gotten bitten by a vampire.

"See? You're cool all on your own! Right, Grunkle Stan?"

He tensed as both of the twelve year olds turned to look at him. Mabel's expression of silent encouragement behind her brother (who was trying to look indifferent about the matter, but his eyes betrayed his hopeful demeanor) made him cave in.

"Your sister has a point, kid. I mean, at least you aren't crashing at random points each day and trying to keep awake. Also these wings are heavy."

Dipper laughed a little but the kid seemed more confident now and something about that made the man-turned-gargoyle's heart swell. "Yeah, I guess."

"Speaking of sleeping," Stan said, running a hand down the stone on his face, "I'm getting ready to crash again. Watch the shop, okay? Soos should be getting back from his lunch break in a few minutes and Wendy'll probably be here soon too."

"Sleep tight!" Mabel waved at her brother, who rolled his eyes before walking over to the chair where the gargoyle had made himself comfortable. The mermaid sat up and gave him a quick hug. Stan tried not to get annoyed about how she dripped a good amount of water onto the floor and on him. It wasn't as if she could help it.

"Don't let the bed bugs bite!" the mermaid finished as she flopped back into the water-filled wagon. Dipper snorted and the elder male could have sworn he saw the kid smile at him before heading for the shop section of the Shack.

Stan soon fell asleep, the lingering sounds of Mabel ordering her brother to move faster ("Onward, Deerper!" "Don't ever call me that again.") and the shifting of his wings fading into the darkness of his dreamless sleep. He would even dare to say that he fell asleep with a smile.

Things won't be so bad after all.

Sorry for how short it is, but I hope you liked it!

I know one or two of the readers were wondering about what that story idea I mentioned before the last one-shot was about, so I'm just going to clarify it here:

Basically, Stan and Dipper get stuck in this cave when the latter goes exploring by himself - Mabel was off with friends or something like that so he was bored - and Stan went looking for him. They have to get out, but the entrance is blocked and all they have are Journal 3 and a flashlight. Unfortunately, the cave was the beginning of a network of tunnels under the town and creatures galore are still roaming them freely. They'll probably escape and all, but I'm a little afraid to start it without a plot to guide it and because I tend to get bored of stories or think they're crappy and ditch them.

If I did start it, it would be probably during February or maybe March because I am about to get really busy again (ugh, work). And I would definitely continue the one-shots because I love writing them and I love receiving requests from you all.

I don't know, I'm rambling a bit now. What do you think?