V Wolf: A Gravity Falls Story
Episode 1: Start of a Stranger Life
It is noon, and a family of four formerly named the Neri family, now the Lupo family, are riding on a roadside cliff in an old and used, late 1960s Volkswagen van with no seat belts to a new town called Gravity falls, in roadkill county, Oregon to start a new life on the other side of the country. The father on the wheel is named Anthony Neri, an ill tempered and charismatic sociopath in his mid fifties. He has a balding black hairline, a black goatee, a gold tooth, brown eyes, a funnel nose, a big beer gut, and tan skin. Anthony was wearing gold chain necklace that resembled dog tags, a gold watch, a white collared shirt, tan khaki pants, a leather belt, and black shoes. The mother sitting in the passenger seat right next to Anthony is Bonnie Neri, a doted housewife for Anthony. She is in her early fifties, has long blonde hair, big blue eyes, recently tanned skin that made her look like she's orange, had a ridiculous amount of make up on that she almost looked like a poor man's drag queen, and has so much plastic surgery that she looked more like a bratz doll than a real human being. Bonnie had plastic surgery on her chin, her ears, her nose, her eyelids, her lips so they could look more kissable by making them bigger than before, her breasts so they could be g cups instead of d cups, and a Brazilian butt lift, all to look more appealing to the eyes, particularly her husband's eyes. She was wearing a pink tank top and blue shorts that are clearly too small for her size, and diamond earrings. Her tank top reads "Real Cougars of Glass Shard Beach," which is a reality show that she is a fan of, much to Anthony's and their two sons' expense. Their two sons were in the back seats. The one who is on the left seat, on his smart phone playing a hyper violent, zombie, military shooter game is Al Neri/Lupo, the youngest son. He is a short, twelve year old boy with a blonde, curtained haircut, brown eyes, a button nose, tan skin, and a skinny body. Al had a tooth gap in the top front of his teeth. He's wearing a New York Giants jersey shirt, white shorts, red and white sneakers, and an orange Naruto baseball cap he was wearing backwards. Lastly the oldest son sitting on the right seat, looking at the woodlands through the window, deep in thought with his poker face on is Vito Neri/Lupo. He is very muscular, six feet three inches tall, has a medium build, athletic body, and handsome teenager reaching the age of seventeen. Vito has blue eyes, black thick eyebrows, noticeable body hair, a very short black crew cut, a dark five o'clock shadow, an aquiline nose, a sharp jawline, chiseled chin, and a beige skin tone. He is wearing a black leather jacket with a gray, short sleeved graphic t-shirt underneath, dark olive cargo pants, tan waterproof patrol boots, and a steel latin cross necklace.
"Are we there yet Dad?" Al asked after pausing his game. "Now little Al, you know that patience is an important virtue." Bonnie answered for Anthony. "You don't think I'm aware this is going to be a long ass ride?" Anthony replied to Al. "We're lucky to get anywhere with this crappy ass junker, oh I'm sorry, one of the most famous and popular camper vans in automobile history, the Volkswagen Hippie bus." he added. "Isn't that right Vito?" he then asked his eldest son, who was still looking out the window. "Yes dad." "Sorry that I didn't expect this car to be the equivalent of a paperweight shitbox, I just thought it would be cool if we took a ride in an iconic van." "We can always find spare parts so we could fix it and enhance it for a cheaper price." Vito reminded his dad. "HEY! Watch that language!" Anthony barked at him. "How come you two get to swear but me and my brother can't?" Al asked his mom and dad. "You'd even let Ariel cuss an entire class out asking where her lunch was when she was around." he noted. "That never happened as far as I am concerned and you can't talk about your little sister that way." "Besides you know the reason why, me and your mom are the adults and we can do whatever we like by default." he explained to his youngest son. "That's right boys." she told her sons. "Let's hope that the place Dad says we're staying in even exists." Vito thought to himself. "Man I can't wait till we get to the two story mansion Dad told us the feds gave us after we went legit as a family, we get to have bedrooms the size of one room condos with their own TVs and refrigerators, a bowling room, a pool on the roof, a home theater, and an airsoft arena." Al says in excitement. "All there's missing is a garden of palm trees, supermodels as our new girlfriends, and our own pet tigers and it'd be perfect." he then added. "We'll see when we get there." said Vito with a bit of doubt as he looks up to the sky. It was an almost clear sky with very small clouds. "Look kids, we're there now, you can stop asking stupid questions now." Anthony tells the kids as they see the falls, lake, and bizarre canyon formation from the roadside cliff. Seconds as they first saw the town, at least a two dozen humvees with remote control turrets and three skrykers and bradleys pass by them. Vito was surprised to see a bunch of black hawk helicopters flying in the sky and landing in the town, leaving him dumbfounded, breaking him out of his poker face for a brief moment. "Wait, what's going on?" the mother asked while looking around. "Maybe a UFO crashed nearby." "I hear that weird incidents happen more often here in the western part of our country." Al said. "Why do intelligent life out there want anything to do with us or this planet?" Anthony asks his son. "I dunno." "Maybe they wanted our resources, and once they got them they told us they went out to get milk and cigarettes and never came back I guess." Al answered him. "I think it's best if it stays that way." Vito says with an attitude. "But why Vito?" Bonnie asks. "There's so much we could learn from and utilize their technology for the good of all of Christ's children." she noted. "Woman have you seen any of the movies and shows about aliens meeting humans?" "War of the worlds?" "Signs?" "Independence day?" "Mars attacks?" "Invasion of the body snatchers?" "Starship troopers?" "The Blob?" "Cloverfield?" "The thing from both the fifties and eighties?" "Any of the alien movies?" "Plan 9 from Outer Space?" "Battlefield earth?" "It never ends well." Anthony assures his wife. Before they could enter the town, they were stopped by two men in black suits with headpieces in their ears at a checkpoint, with armed guards with military equipment and rifles that looked like something out of a sci fi flick, they looked like special forces. The guards are in woodland camouflaged uniforms and helmets, black body armor vests that are attached to smart devices somewhere in the vests via small wires, and gas masks with green lenses, and carrying firearms that are half automatic rifles and half grenade launchers. The checkpoint was also guarded by humvees with machine gun turrets, an improvised guard tower with a sniper in it, sandbags with barbed wire, and gabions. One of the men in black then introduces himself, "Hello sir, hello ma'am, my name is agent powers, my partner besides me is Agent Trigger." "Is there a reason why you're coming here?" he then asks Anthony and Bonnie. "We're moving here." "What does it look like we're doing?" he asks them rhetorically. "And why the hell are there so many soldiers and g-men here?" he demands them to answer. "Sorry about my husband, we've driven over seven hours here from Portland Airport, and he has a new job as a CEO for the local waste management here and we thought it'd be nice if we ditched the city life." "We've had enough of the noise and crime." Bonnie explained. "So why are there men with guns and tanks here?" she asks them. "A simple military exercise is happening here for a few weeks, we'll be out of here in less than two months." Agent Powers clarifies. "May I see some IDs and papers?" he then asks. "Kids give the man your ID cards." Bonnie tells them. The family gives their IDs for the agents to see. Vito hides his fake ID in his leather wallet which claimed he was twenty two. Powers takes a look through the ID cards and documents, and says "Alright, you can head on through and stay outta trouble." "Thank you sir." Bonnie thanks him. They head on through the checkpoint to visit their new home.
As Anthony was driving through the town and past the giant manor on the hill, Bonnie and Al got puzzled, with the exception of Vito who put his poker face back on minutes ago. "Dad we just went past the mansion." Al stated. "Dear do you know where we're going?" she questioned her husband. "Oh, right." "I'm just taking the longer route for the hell of it." Anthony says as he avoids eye contact with his wife. Bonnie raises an eyebrow. Al is unsure what to feel. Vito keeps his composure. They drive into a log cabin neighborhood further up to the right of the manor called Redwood Logs. Almost every cabin was one story high, and each have their own chimneys. People in Redwoods Logs were chopping firewood, an elderly man wearing a confederate hat in overalls was playing on a banjo and was spitting chewing tobacco into a black kettle, there was a satellite dish on top of one of the cabins that looked like it was poorly taped back together, and everyone seemed to own a truck, or a jeep, an SUV, an ATV, or just a buggy in their driveways or garages. They even saw somone driving a golf cart. "Is it just me, or does this neighborhood feel very Country Bears-esque?" Al jokes. "Don't worry, we'll get to the mansion in just a sec." Anthony states to the family. As Anthony parks the van in their new home's driveway, they immediately notice that everything about their new safe house described by Anthony was a lie. It's a one story cabin, with a chimney, and it's own attic. Their new address was 14902 Bigfoot Street. Before they got out of the van, Bonnie begins to glare at Anthony and tells the family "We need to talk as a family when we get inside, NOW." Anthony unlocks the front door with the house key that the feds gave him before their flight, and opens it. They see that most of their furniture from their penthouse in Manhattan, New York has already been set up in the living room and dining room, with their personal belongings in four groups of boxes, one for each of them. They have yet to see their bedrooms.
"Alright everyone sit down." Bonnie instructs them. Al and Vito sit on the red, sectional sofa, their dad sits on his favorite black leather, recliner chair, which has its own cup holder, while Bonnie continues to stand up, glaring at Anthony with her arms crossed. "How long are you going to keep this up Anthony?" she asks him. "Keep up what?" "I don't know what you're talking about." he lies to her. "THE LYING, THE SECRETS, THE EVERYTHING." she interrogates him. Anthony then remarks "This is the second time you lied to me and this family in less than a year." she reminds her dishonest partner. "The pigs took at least ninety percent of our earnings when they moved us to that underground bunker in the Appalachians." "What do you think where we'd stay at?" "Be thankful we're not living in a hick trailer park instead of a regular hick neighborhood." Al shakes his head at his dad in disappointment, while Vito closes his eyes, pinches his nose, sighs and then states "Jesus Christ, I KNEW this was too good to be true." "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LIE TO US?!" he yells at the top of his lungs, demanding for answer. "You can't say the lord's name in vain around us, that's strike two wolf man." Anthony castigates Vito. "Dad I think the father, the son and holy spirit stopped caring about that centuries ago." "There's worse sins than that." "Plus this seems like an understandable time where people talk dirty and break the third commandment, don't ya think?" he then remarks to his dad. "Relax Vito, there's no need to rile things up more so than they already are." she bids Vito. "He has a point you know." Al commented. "Where's the pool on the roof, the airsoft arena, the movie theater, the mancave, or the state-mandated goth girlfriends with big jugs and cabooses for me and my big bro?" he then asks him. "Don't talk about women like that ALVIN!" Bonnie screamed at him as her eyes widen for a brief second, pointing at him. "I wasn't the one who promised us that." Al said to her, but then gets anxious, not knowing which who was scarier, his mom or his dad. "You should've just told us dad." Vito tells his dad, avoiding eye contact with him, looking at the modern, gray, glossy, rectangle designed, marble coffee table. "So that's it?" "Tens of millions of dollars we've had just gone, because the feds thought we were pulling ourselves by the bootstraps the wrong way?" she asks him as she looks around the living room, the lamps, the red bar stool chairs alongside the oak wood kitchen counter top, the at the TV cabinet along the wooden wall with their CRT television set inside it, the golden clock above their new front door, and their wholesome looking family portraits on the wall. "Yes, it is." "I thought you'd all see this coming." Anthony says to his family. "I saw this coming from a mile away." Vito commented. "How much money do we even have left total?" Bonnie asked everyone. "I have about fifty two thousand and eighty seven dollars in total in my bank account." "What about you Anthony?" she asked. "I have sixty thousand dollars left." Anthony answered when he was looking on his phone. "Vito, you were the main man bringing home the bacon for us, tell me we have enough money to get out of this 'safe house?'" Anthony then asked his son. "Right now this ain't the priority, we need money to pay for Vito's and Al's college when its time and to fix that thing you got us." "You're so stingy." Bonnie told her husband off. "But it wasn't…" Anthony was about excuse himself, but before he could, Bonnie asks him this rhetorical question "Who bought the busted up van?" Anthony grips the armchairs of his chair tightly, and answers "Me." "So, Vito, what do you have left that wasn't stolen by the feds?" he asks his son politely as he could. "Thirty two thousand and two hundred and eleven dollars." Vito said while on his phone too. Al then did some calculations in his smart phone and tells the family "We have about over one hundred and forty five grand." "So what is this cabin really like Anthony?" his wife asked. "There's three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, dining room, an attic, and there's a basement that can only be accessed through a cellar door from the outside." he answered. "At least they were kind enough to move our stuff and set up our furniture." Bonnie said, trying to look things on the bright side despite being disappointed and mad at her husband yet again. "So can we go see our rooms or what?" Al asked his mom and dad. "Yes we can, we're done here." she confirmed to her family.
In two hours, the family get their things and find their rooms, put their clothing in their drawers, set up their mirrors, posters, sort their books and personal items on their desks and shelves. Anthony hid his deed to the new safe house, ballistic knife, desert eagle, fake ids, and porno magazines and VHS tapes in his private briefcase, locking it all away from his family. The wallpaper in their master bed room was of black palm trees during an orange sunset. He also put up an Italian flag and American flag, and framed posters of various crime movies and shows, like the Godfather, Goodfellas, Scarface starring Al Pacino, Casino, Pulp Fiction, and the Sopranos. Bonnie had her revolver, vibrator and other lewd sex toys locked away in a black steel safe. She also set up her vinyl player on their drawer, and putting up their vinyls of various eighties artists like Madonna, Kenny Loggins, Daryl Hall and John Oates, Rush, Blondie, Queen, U2, the Police, Huey Lewis and the News, and of course their favorite, Phil Colins. Anthony began laying on their heart shaped, red master bed, complete with a red blanket and pillow sheets, and pink bed sheets after he was done setting up the movie posters. Bonnie turned on the flat screen TV in their room to see if there was anything interesting on cable. Al was putting up his posters of Dragon Ball, Naurto, Samurai Champloo, Akira, Afro Samurai, Cowboy Bebop, Berserk, Sailor Moon, Boondocks, and one of Megan Fox and Jennifer Lawrence after he finished putting up various comic books, manga books and action figures on his shelves. He also put his collection of airsoft guns, and collection of nyarf guns that he painted black including their orange tips so they could look cooler, his katana that Vito was kind enough to sneak through the airport and plane via his various connections, and a body pillow of Misato from Neon Genesis Evangelion in his closet. He then connected his Xbox 360 to his small CRT TV to play Call of Battle ten, an over the top military, first person shooter that takes place in the near future in 2030 during a tenth world war, but against the undead.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Vito finished setting up his room. He set up the American flag in his room to be upside down, above his bed, and posters of his personal favorite bands, Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Alice in Chains, and Led Zeppelin on his wall. He kept his green and white varsity jacket from his old high school, Henry Hudson High School in New York City, and his sleeveless, blue and gray flannel, biker shirt he wore when he to hung out with the outlaw biker group, Ghost Riders Motorcycle club as a member when he was a preteen and teen in Greater New York in his closet, separate from his other shirts, feeling that those two shirts were memorabilia from another life. Vito left his old green football helmet on top of his drawer alongside his yearbooks during his freshman and sophomore years, which were also from his old high school. The first yearbook was during 2010-2011, his freshman year, and the second and last yearbook was during 2011-2012, his sophomore year. The former quarterback was incredibly popular there, with tons of signatures from his old friends in his football team, ex girlfriends and some staff and teachers in his yearbooks. He had sets of weights along his wall, next to his shelf, and a home gym system in the middle of his room, and a red punching bag hung up from the ceiling next to his closet. His room was half a gym. The Maxim nine he owns and named "Maria" and magazines for it, and black holster for them he put underneath his pairs of underwear and socks. He also hid his flask filled with whiskey, and a pack of cigarettes mixed in with joints underneath his shirts in the top drawer. Vito kept his smart phone charging as he was on his laptop, sitting on top of his bed, looking at the registered sex offender's list to see if there was anyone to rob and or then kill. Depressed from lacking a fully satisfying resolution when he left his old life as gangster, he feels like he has to redeem himself somewhat, utilize his skills, abilities, and certain powers for a good cause for once in his life. Plus he could use some money to support his family and try to live a less modest lifestyle through the main means he's been all too familiar with in his life. Vito finds one in a suburb not too far from main street of gravity falls, about two miles away, the name of the predator is a man named Chance Johnson. He is an anorexic, bald, and hideous looking pedophile in his late thirties that has a long blonde beard, scabs on his head, big bucked teeth like a beaver, and one big glass eye. Vito swore he could smell him from looking at Chance's mugshot on his computer screen. He works at a food truck next to Gravity Falls Mall called the "Taco Shack" as a cashier and cook, and learns Chance's license plate number on his blue sedan. Chance lives in a two story house with five roommates who were also convicted sex offenders, all of them looked like crackheads from a hole in the ground. He then has a sadistic grin, realizing he can kill more than two birds with one stone. He set a reminder on his phone to break into the pedophile's house at night when his parents are asleep and after he's done stalking him. He then maps out the neighborhood this pedophile was in, checking to see if there were any vantage points and flanking routes on googly earth.
Al opens the door and notices his brother's grin on his face, he then asks "What are you smiling about big bro?" "This place sucks pig anal ass hair." Al complains. Vito closes his laptop and returns to keeping a straight face as soon as his little brother starts talking to him. "You won't tell anyone this right?" "And be sure to close the door." he instructs Al. "Sure thing, but I doubt mom and dad can hear us over their TV." said Al as he closes the door. "I think I can find a way to regain some of the money that they took from us." he explained to Al. "By what?" "Getting a real job?" Al asks. "You going to start flipping burgers and giving people shakes with their fries?" he jokes with Vito. "More like starting a new hobby, I'm taking pedo hunting to the next level, I'm going to rob them of their stuff and cash, then rip and tear them apart if I'm in the mood." he answers him. "So what?" "Are you going to be like some sort of superhero with your werewolf powers?" Al asks. "I think I'm far past the point of ever getting to be a hero, I am only doing this to support our family, it's all I can do." Vito laments before sighing. "You can still be redeemed though." Al mentioned. "We're a christian family, all you have to do is ask for forgiveness and you'll go to heaven right?" he questions Vito. "It's more complicated than that, there's just some sins God won't forgive you for, and I committed almost every sin and crime in the book." "We're lucky that we were able to keep whats left of our family together through all the bullshit we've been through." he then commented. "I am going outside of the house by seven tonight, if mom and dad ask, I'm going on a long jog in town, I'll be back soon." he tells his youngest brother. "I won't tell them a thing, I promise." "You're the only friend I have right now." he assures Vito. "Likewise." he replies. "Remember what I taught you if mom and dad get too rowdy and too despotic?" Vito asked him. "Yeah I do, I just wish I had the same muscles and powers as you." Al said. They give each other a bro fist. A chainsaw can be heard from outside by Vito in spite of how loud the volume was from their parent's room. Vito and Al go outside the house through the front door to check it out. Two boys with pale skin around their age group were cutting down a tree that has a carving that says "R+W," the shortest one was watching them, all had brown boots and ginger hair. The tallest one cutting down the tree with a chainsaw was wearing a dark green cap, an aquamarine shirt, dark blue pants, has visible peach fuzz above his lip, and his hair reached his shoulders and covered his eyes. The one who was taller than the shortest kid carrying an ax was wearing a long-sleeved teal shirt and dark brown shorts. He had a noticeable chin, his short hair is styled in a pompadour. The littlest one has the shortest hair, his hairdo was similar to an undercut, and was wearing a green shirt and dark blue pants. As soon as their new neighbors from across the dirt road finished cutting down the tree, it was about to come down on top of their house, all three of those kids could do was run and yell asking for help. Vito then sprints across the street to catch the falling tree with hands and shoves it the other way, blocking the road. "Oh thank god!" the tallest one cried out as the other two kids rushed with him to Vito. "We thought our dad and big sister were going to kill us for destroying the house a second time this summer." he said to him. "What's your name?" "Did you guys move here recently?" the shortest kid asked. "Name is Vito, and yes, me and my family did." he answered. The tallest kid then introduces himself and his brothers to their new neighbors "Name is Marcus, and these are my brothers, Kevin, my middle brother as you can see, and Gus my youngest brother." "Hey I can still kick your ass though, muscles don't always mean anything." Marcus then slaps him face down on to the ground with his right hand in response. "That didn't even hurt." Kevin said as he got back up on his feet, trying to fix his hair by removing any dirt and splinters from his head and face. All three of the brothers are very impressed how he held that tree and tossed it back without breaking a sweat. "How did you do that?" "Only our dad could have that much strength, but you're half his size." Gus noted. "I body build in my spare time." he answered. "I don't think most body builders could do that without sweating or grunting, you're something else man, you're a beast dude." Marcus remarks. "A SUPER BEAST!" Al chimes in. "You mind if we take a selfie for this occasion?" "We have to tell dad that he finally has competition." Kevin requests as he pulls out his phone. "Yeeeeah sure, just don't post this to social media." "I don't want this to be a huge thing." Vito said awkwardly. They take their selfie with him, with Vito attempting to smile. He knows that he just got here, and is already not doing a good job at keeping low. "Alright thanks man." "You're a real life saver." Kevin compliments him. "Yeah you're the best." Gus tells him. "You sure you don't need help with the tree blocking the road now?" Al asks them. "Don't worry kid, we're lumberjacks, we should be done with this in about forty five minutes." Marcus says to him as his brothers get their axes and saws ready. "Okay, we should head back inside." Vito says to Al. "But V I want to get to know our new neighbors for a bit, it shouldn't be long." Al whines to his brother. "Alvin Neri Lupo, if our dad catches us talking to strangers on our first day in WP, we'd be dead." Vito reminds him as they go back inside the house.
About five hours later, Vito already sneaked out of the house through his window, with his handgun and holster underneath his pants, a brown, tactical belt with pouches filled with various utilities and tools, put on some Kevlar body armor hidden underneath his jacket in case he gets shot at with silver bullets, put on a black gator mask, his navy blue wool cap, and black leather gloves, going off to hunt his prey. Wendy rode her bike home after saying goodbye to the Pines twins on the bus stop, she couldn't wait to see them again next summer. She sees that her dad, known as Manly Dan in the town is at someone's front door, and a family of three came out of the house from across the street. "Hey dad, you didn't tell me we were having guests over." she said to him as she takes off her helmet and puts on the hat she switched with Dipper, a white and blue trucker hat with a blue tree on the front. "I texted you and the boys about it." "Did you read the texts?" he asked her. "No I didn't." "Please don't tell me I have to make dinner after all of that happened today." she begged her dad. "No you don't, I ordered a family deluxe meal from Meat Cute today." Wendy is relived that she doesn't have to do anymore work today until her dad tells her "But you still have to do the dishes and take out the trash after we're done." "But dad, I'm going to hang out with my friends tonight at eight tonight at Tambry's." "Can't one of my brothers do it?" she complains to Dan. "And you'll do what with them exactly?" "Steal police uniforms and use a cop car for a joyride?" "You know I don't trust em." "Besides it won't take long." "You know the house rules, leave the non-manly things to the women." he tells her, much to Wendy's annoyance. Wendy heads inside first while her dad and the Neri/Lupo family head in after her. The Corduroy's house had a living room decorated with nothing but red flannel, including the walls, sofa and lamp covers. The kitchen was cramped, too small for Manly Dan to fully stand up without hitting the ceiling because Manly Dan is a giant, and they had a very vintage, iron crafted fireplace, whereas the Neri family had an electric fireplace. The cabin felt more like a shotgun house than the Neri's cabin. "So, Mr and Mrs Lupo, why couldn't that Vito guy who saved our house from being destroyed show up?" Manly Dan asked, irritated by the thought of being stood up. "Apparently he's having one those long jogs where he's in deep introspective thought according to Al, our youngest son here." "But I'm sure he'll be fine." Anthony answered, annoyed by his Vito's sudden disappearance. "He's been through a lot Anthony, we've been through a lot." "Let's just hope he's back before nightfall." Bonnie commented. "I agree with dad, he'll be okay." "He's a trooper." Al commented. "Vito guy did what now?" Wendy asked, not paying attention to the conversation as she was reading the latest issue of indie fuzz. Marcus then tells her "Vito is the guy who saved our house from being wrecked by that tree we've cut down." "No point of having any reminders of your exes, boyfriends or girlfriends." Marcus comments. "Yeah, and Vito is super strong like dad." Gus said to her. "That's one less chore for me to do." Wendy said to her brothers, satisfied with a smile. Al just stands there, looking at her, with his mouth open. Bonnie pinches one of Al's ears with a firm grip, making him shout an "OW!" "You know its rude to gawk at girls Alvin, dinner is ready." Bonnie whispers to Al. Wendy overhears Al's shout, then raises an eyebrow with a concerned look on her face when she saw Bonnie pinching Al's right ear while she was whispering to him. "What the hell was that about?" "Did she really have to do that?" she thought to herself. The Neri and Corduroy families walk to sit down at the dinner table in the kitchen, and Dan hits one of the cross beams again with his head. Dan grunts in anger and shouts "OKAY WE SERIOUSLY NEED TO RAISE THE ROOF HERE!" "WHO BUILT THESE TINY SHACKS ANYWAY!?" Wendy lightly coughs out of stress and then explains "Dad, our one of our ancestors built them, he lead the lumber workers built this whole town on behalf of the northwest family, Archibald Corduroy remember?" she then grabs a book of their family heritage on the lamp table next to their flannel couch in the living room to knock some sense into her dad. "Okay Wendy, okay, I remember know." he tells her daughter as his eyes look down on the kitchen table in embarrassment. "We need to get your head checked." she comments. Looking at the kitchen table reminds him that they don't have enough chairs for house guests. He then crouches and waddles toward the guests and asks "Say um… do you guys mind if you eat in the living room?" "Eh, whatever." "A seat is a seat." said Anthony. "But if you guys stain the red flannel rug or flannel anything there you're outta here." Dan tells them.
As they were eating, Anthony stares at the unnatural amount of body hair Dan has on his shoulders and armpits, and decides to ask as he was eating one of the Meat Cute, fried pork legs that still had the hooves attached "Look man, I ain't queer or nothing, but I noticed the amount of body hair on your chest and armpits, did you ever considered shaving?" Dan gives him an angry look and tells him "Why would I do an emasculating thing like that?" "It shows everyone how butch and awesomely awesome I am, and it's a Corduroy family tradition for men to never shave at all." Manly Dan tells Anthony with an uproarious voice. "Shaving any part of our body as men is the same as cutting our dicks and balls off." "What's the point of a majestic lion without it's virile mane waving against the wind as he bites into a zebra's neck?" "It's one of the basic rules of Manlyism." he explains to Anthony. "What the fuck is Manlyism?" Anthony asks before taking another bite. "Oh no, here he goes." Wendy says to herself, barely eating her food. "Tell em dad." Gus encourages him. "Please don't encourage him." Wendy warns Gus. Manly Dan stands up from his seat and coughs as he was about to give an important speech "Manlyism is an idea, a philosophy, a set of tenets, a codex, a creedal statement, the bible of manliness." "A bible that I made up with pride and sell online at totally not excessive prices." he boosts. "And that creedal statement about manliness is what exactly?" Bonnie asks. "BUY MY BOOK!" he shouts, but then takes that suggestion back and instead says "Actually, since your eldest son saved our house, I'm giving you folks free copies." Manly Dan then gives the Neri family four copies of his book, Manlyism, as they were sitting on his couch. "Wendy, why aren't you eating your all red meat stew and drinking all the broth like your brothers just did?" her father asks. "I had to say goodbye to good friends of mine today, and they won't be back till next summer." "I'm dreading to go back to school." she then said after answering. "I'm starting high school in a few days, I could take care of some of those punks still making fun of you for that thing last year, I am not afraid to hit that bitch." Marcus offers her. "Thanks but not a good time to mention this right now." she notes, referring to the new guests. "Is it not okay for us men to hit a girl?" Gus asks Marcus and Wendy. "Generally speaking, no its not." "But we can make an exception." Wendy says to her youngest brother with smirk on her face. "Really?" Gus asks. "Yes but actually no." Wendy answers him. She then whispers to Marcus "I'll let you if I come up with a revenge plan, don't do anything brash without my say." "Got it?" she questions him if he understood. Marcus nods his head as a yes. "What day does school start around here?" Bonnie asks the Corduroy family. "September third, this Monday next week." Wendy answers them. "Thanks dear."
Fifteen minutes later in the Corduroy household, both the families finished eating, a very frustrated Wendy starts washing the dishes as the Neri parents talk with Manly Dan, and the Corduroy brothers went back to their rooms, free from doing any chores. Al was sitting there with his parents as they talk about meaningless things to him. Bored out of his mind, he stands up from his chair to talk to Wendy in the kitchen. "Do you need help?" "And are you single?" Al asks her as she was washing one of the many dishes, she was feeling disgruntled. "Yes that would be great." "Wait am I what?" she asked Al what the second question was. "Are you single?" he repeats himself. She chuckles. "I'm a bit old for you, you realize that right?" she lets him down gently. "My brother dated a junior and senior in during his freshman year of high school, I don't see why I can't date a future baby sitter from next door." Al noted while helping her. All Wendy could do was laugh. "Dude I don't know you at all." "We just saw each less than an hour ago." she said while giggling. "Oh." "Sorry if I came off too strong." "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Al apologized. "Don't worry about it, I'm flattered." "Plus it means a lot to me that you're helping me here." she tells him. "So what happened back there with your mom?" "Is that a regular occurrence in your house?" Wendy asks him. "It is sadly." "My brother is right by saying that my mom is a tight ass, and my dad is the definition of a dead beat." Al said. "I'm sorry to hear that dude." "I can tell your parents are… interesting." Wendy comments, she could hear the pretentious bible thumping from Bonnie, and the absurd and vulgar things that were coming out of Anthony's mouth. "What the heck did you guys even go through?" "Why did you move here?" she asks. "I am not allowed to say why, because if I do, my dad will get out the belt and my mom will just scold me again." "It will only get me into even bigger trouble than I already am, it involves more than just me getting the crap beaten out of me." Al tells her. "More than that?" "Okay, now you have to tell me." "Tell me, tell me." Wendy teases him. "Alright, but can you not tell anyone you know about this?" "You can't even tell him you know about why we came here, V will be very frustrated if he knew you or anyone in this town knew about our background." he begs her. Wendy does the zipped lips gesture she does with Dipper, assuring Al. He then whispers the truth of where they came from and why they moved here. "Oh dude, no kidding." Wendy said in shock. "Yeah, my brother saved our family from falling apart, but he hasn't been the same since." "Nowadays he's a totally different person, trying to parent me too, and it's been pissing me off." Al complains. "I don't want to be rude Al, but I think your brother is going out of his way to protect you." "I mean if I was in his situation, I'd run away from home, take you with me and never go back." "I cannot imagine what it'd be like in his shoes." Wendy admitted. "Yeah, I guess." Al replies. "Say, do you play Call of Battle?" he asks her to lighten the mood. "Not since the one before ten where it takes place in the French and Indian wars." "My brothers and I grew up with those games." she added. "What music do you listen to?" he asks her. "Mostly indie and alternative, but also rock and metal." "And you?" she asks him after answering him. "I listen to rap and soul." he tells her. "What a coincidence, he has similar tastes as you do." he then says to her. "Oh interesting." "Does he listen to any particular type like rock and metal?" "Death or thrash?" "Old or new?" "Hard or soft?" she then asks. "He listens to mostly classic hard rock and metal, mainly Black Sabbath and Ozzy Osborne, but also some indie, alternative, some of the new rock and metal stuff, and Johnny Cash." Al said to her. "Your brother has good taste." Wendy tells him. "We can be friends, I like you and this Vito guy already." she says with a smile on her face. "Okay, that should be all of the dishes." said Wendy, with her hands on her hips. She then kneels down and tells Al "Hey, if you need to talk or hang with someone, I'm just across the street." "Got it?" Al then stops feeling down in the dumps and gives her a thumbs up. "YOU SAID WHAT ABOUT SEV'RAL TIMEZ!?" Manly Dan interrogates Anthony.
The volume of Manly Dan's voice startles Al, but not Wendy, who's been used to it before, and is tired of. Manly Dan was holding Anthony up in the air by grabbing his collared, blue and green Hawaiian shirt, and choking him. "Hey all I'm saying is that not manly for grown ass man to like a boys band that's from a bygone era that only soccer moms and little girls listen to, THAT WAS IT!" Anthony explained. Bonnie didn't know what to do, she wasn't to attack a seven foot tall lumberjack that for all she could guess is in an all protein shake, venison, steroids and PCP diet. She was shaking. Wendy was furious that her dad was about to start a fight in the living room over taste in music. Their was no need for her brothers to open their doors a bit to take a peek what was happening, their dad's voice carries that much. "Are you freaking kidding me?" "Out of all the times to start a fight?" she asks herself. "Wait here Al." she tells Al as she stands back up, clearly seeing that he was scared. She rushes over to the living room. "Dad, what the hell are you doing?" "These people just moved here!" "You can't just beat people up over nothing!" she tells Daniel Corduroy. "This little man thinks he has the gull to emasculate me!" "ME!" "The most manly man in all of gravity falls, nay, the universe." he tells his daughter as he was choking Anthony, Anthony's face was turning blue in seconds. "PUT HIM DOWN." she shouts at him. "But…" "But…" Manly Dan tried to make excuses other than being mocked to choke a man. "NOW." Wendy tells her dad very firmly, scowling at him. Manly Dan puts Anthony down and the patriarch of the Neri family starts to catch his breath after being choked. Bonnie goes over to her husband to comfort him, and Al thought to himself as he was in the kitchen, "Holy shit, what badass." "Okay, just for that, I'm kicking y'all out." Dan tells the Neri family. "Fine, we were just leaving." Bonnie tells him as she was bringing Anthony back to the house, leaving the Corduroy's house with Al. "I'm really sorry about my dad dude." she tells Al. "Sorry about my family." Al says as he kicks a rock across the dirt road. They both smile at each other as Wendy closes the door to talk to her dad. "Dad what's the matter with you?" "You could've killed the guy!" Wendy remarks to her dad. "He insulted the number one band of musicians in the history of existence." he explains to her. "Just because mom isn't around anymore doesn't mean you have to do all of these crazy things during your midlife crisis, especially with me cleaning up after you and this family." "Do you need other hobbies than just cutting down trees and punching things?" she then asks him. "I don't need other hobbies, all the hobbies I have are as manly as they come." he insisted. "Like choking a new neighbor nearly to death over the stupidest crap?" Wendy asks. "It's not stupid crap." "Insulting one's music tastes is worse than insulting one's mother." he said. "Now finish the dishes." he commands her. "They're done already dad." Wendy tells him. "Wait really?" "How?" he asks. "One of the house guests was nice enough to help me." she tells him while grinning. "You mean their youngest son?" Dan asks her as he scratches the back of his head. Wendy shows him in the kitchen that the dishes were done. "Ugh." he says to himself. "What?" "I finished the dishes and all you have to say next to me is 'ugh?'" she asks. "You know why, its not right for a boy to do a woman's job." "Next thing you'll know and he is going to start taking hormones and change his name to Alice." he comments. "DAD!" Wendy cries out, offended by his remark. "Don't DAD me." "Time for you to take out the trash next." he then requires her. She sees that there's five large garbage bags next to their fireplace. There's no way she could fit them all in the trash bin that's outside of their house, on their curb of the dirt road, let alone two of them, she realizes she has no choice but to drag them outside one by one.
It's eight o'clock at night, the sun already went down. Wendy was sweating after dragging them to the trash bin, they were way heavier than she thought. It took two minutes for her to get one of them in the trash bin, and eight minutes to get them next to it. She takes off her jade flannel shirt and blue jeans, takes off the hat she got from dipper and places it in her closet, and kept her red flannel underwear on. "Time to wear something a bit more fashionable." Wendy puts on the same yellow dress and purple skirt she wore during that summerween party, and her black jacket. Then gets her flannel handbag. She hears a car honk multiple times. Wendy knows that her friends are here. She opens the window in her room, goes through the window and closes it before her dad could notice anything. Thompson, one of her friends was having a going away party since he is going off to the university of Washington despite him being seventeen, because of the high grades he gets in his AP classes. He applied to get a master's degree in computer science. The university saw him as gifted. Tambry, Lee, Nate, and Tambry's moody boyfriend are going to be there along with Thompson's less popular friends. His parents weren't going to be at his house till midnight, leaving them free to do whatever they want. She saw Robbie's beat up van and runs to it before her dad sees her. Some of the parts were held together with duct tape, one of it's headlights are cracked, and its bumper is bent. "Come on Wendy, we ain't going to get drunk without you." Tambry tells her. She was in the passenger seat while Robbie was driving, Lee and Nate were sitting in the back on the blue shag carpet. "Get in here." Lee said as he and Nate opened the back doors. She gets inside the back and they drive off. "It's going to feel weird without someone taking it for the team." Nate comments. "Not to mention boring." Robbie added. "Do you think if we can get a freshman to do it once we go back to school?" Lee asks. Everyone in the group booed at the idea. "Come on man, you sound like Thompson right now." Robbie tells him. "Do you have any better ideas of who let into our group where we break rules, do pranks and stuff?" Lee asks. "Well, there's this bodybuilder guy I've been told about from both my brothers and his little brother, and he's going to go to our high school as a sophomore." "He just moved into my neighborhood with his family, and saved my house from being wrecked." Wendy tells them. "So who is this mystery man that moved in next door to you?" Tambry asks her while she was on her phone, able to pay attention to both her phone and to the conversation at once. "His name is Vito Lupo." she answers. "What is he like according to your brothers and his little brother?" "How old is he?" Nate asks. "Vito is going to turn seventeen this year, he is about as tall as Lee, but really bulky, strong enough to lift and toss a falling tree in the other direction without breaking a sweat." she told him. "He's seventeen and he's going to be sophomore?" "Is he like retarded?" "Did he ride the short bus?" "I am calling bullshit on that story, this sounds like something straight out of a comic book." Robbie said in disbelief. "Vito is more street smarts than book smarts." Wendy tells him. "Also dude we've went through the freaking apocalypse in less than a week and dealt with other weird crap before during our summer." "Ghosts in the old Dusk 2 Dawn, flying eyeballs that have bat wings that could turn people into stone, and that pyramid demon Bill Cipher." "Anything is possible now in my book." "I can show you a picture of him if you guys want." she said. "Go ahead." Lee said. "Yeah sure." Nate replied. She then shows a selfie taken by Marcus with Kevin, Gus, and Vito who smiled along with them, but he clearly felt uncomfortable. Nate, Lee and Tambry look at the photo. "He looks jacked." Lee commented. "He looks like he can fight, I wouldn't bother teasing him since he could rip my arms off probably." Nate said. Robbie stops at a stop sign, and takes a look and the photo. He then responds "He looks like he's been doing funny things to his tenders if you get my drift." Tambry rolls her eyes at his comment. "Come on, you don't have to be a wiseass all the time." she replied to him. "I'm just saying babe, there's no way any human being can be that strong." "I don't think even Wendy's dad could do it like it was nothing." he tells Tambry. "What's with that face of his?" "What was his deal?" Tambry asks her. Wendy decides to cover for her Al and his family and replies "I wish I knew what his deal was." "Let's wish Thompson's party isn't going to be as lame as we think it is." she then comments. "If its going to be lame we'll just unlame it." Lee said. "You've got the twelve pack?" he asks Nate. "You kidding me man?" "Its right here." Nate says to him as he shows the twelve pack of Northwest lite beer. "Sweet Nate, where did you get it?" Wendy asks him, excited. "I stole it from my dad during a barbecue." he answers. "Nice." she said to him, impressed. "What else are you dudes bringing in case it's dull?" "Which it probably will." Wendy adds. "I've got deck against all decency." Lee tells her. "Aw man, I've been dying to play that game." she tells him.
One hour and thirty minutes earlier
Vito was jogging to main street of Gravity Falls to go around asking questions about the amount of federal agents and soldiers here first before hunting Chance Johnson. He didn't see anything right about it at all. "Why did witness protection send me and my family to this hick town of all places in the country?" he asks himself in thought. "It was supposed to be off the grid and yet there's pigs everywhere with automatic weapons, looking like they came from science fiction convention, except their cosplay is good and they're packing real heat, and they're riding in blacked out armored cars, tanks and helicopters." "Simple military exercise my ass." "Is there an upcoming Chinese invasion of Alaska I don't know about or some shit?" "Or were those crackpot conspiracy theorists right all along?" "Maybe there are reptilian, international fat cats pulling the strings." "To the father, the son, and the holy spirit, please give me answers." He then sees main street and the town square of gravity falls and a church in the distance from the hill he was on in the southwest, the sun was already setting. He could also see the water tower that had graffiti of a muffin on it, it wasn't hard to miss. "Why the hell would anyone do a graffiti of a muffin on a water tower?" "Is it free advertising by a local bakery here?" he asks himself. He jogs down to main street. Vito looks around the town and sees there's various stores and some restaurants, an arcade, a tavern, a big statue of a man he didn't know or ever heard of, Nathaniel Northwest, a news publication called Gravity Falls Gossiper, and a laser tag place. Nothing caught his attention until he sees a place called "Skull Fracture." He figures that its filled with his kind of people. He is about to head on inside until a big, heavy built, and heavily tattooed, black man stops Vito from entering by putting his hand on his chest. "Hey bub, I can't just let anyone in without seeing an ID first." Vito lets his anger go, and then grabs his wallet and shows his fake ID. The bouncer sees it and lets him inside. It's exactly what he expected as he got inside, it is a hangout for bikers and other people with black air force energy like himself. The jukebox there was playing Ace of Spades by Motorhead, there a was a pool table and a dart board, and the guys were gambling in games like poker, five finger fillet, arm wrestling, and pool. He also notices there was another bouncer in the room but he had lighter skin and had a beard, he was armed with a handgun like the one outside, and the wallpaper was falling apart. Vito then looks at a green neon sign that just reads "neon," puzzled. He goes over the bar, passing by a dead body that is in the middle of decomposing as vultures were pecking what remains of its carrion, and it had boots with hot red flames and spurs. He sits on one of the bar stools. "Is there a reason why there's so many g-men and soldiers in this town ma'am?" he asks the bartender. The bartender was a woman in her late sixties and had a short, brunette wig that looked like it was barely holding together, her crows feet and wart on the left side of her neck were noticeable, her name tag reads "Luanne, Manager." He's surprised to see that a woman was running a shady biker bar like this. "We only answer questions from paying customers only jersey kid." she tells him in her deep, raspy voice. "I'd like whatever the Hiirzch is please." he gives Luanne five dollars from his wallet for the beer. "How did you figure out I was from there?" he asks her. "My daughter watches a certain, trashy reality show." "You want it in a bottle or just a glass?" she then asks Vito. "Bottle, I'd like to have a souvenir to show old friends." he tells her. "Here you go sugar." He takes a sip of it, it tasted smooth but bitter. "Okay, now that I have bought a beer, will you answer my question please?" he asks her. "A bill was passed to attempt to us from stop talking about happened moments ago, we went through a lot in what felt like a lifetime, over half of the town got turned into stone by this potato chip deity and his monster friends, and we got saved by twelve year olds and the local grifter and his brother." "That's what happened." Luanne tells him. "This sounds like something from the book of revelations." "Wait, you guys got saved by twelve year olds?" he asks her, confused. "Buy another beer and I'll tell you." the bartender tells him. Vito facepalms in annoyance, requests another one, gives her another five dollars, and chugs his first one down like a shot. "Yes we did, a pair of twins who encountered less disturbing shit than what transpired hours ago." He then processes it all for a few seconds. "Okay, that makes sense why Gravity Falls is crawling with these cockroaches." he said to himself. "Yes it is." "Now, please leave as soon as you finish your beer." "We've had enough people asking questions in this bar today." she tells him. "Whatever, I got what I wanted." he tells her, before chugging his second beer like a frat boy. Before he was about to leave, one of the people in the joint recognizes him. "Hey, you look a lot like a certain someone in New York." "I can't quite picture it, but you look like someone who's really pissed me and my brothers off by killing one of our own and fucking up our shit." The fat, old man with long gray hair talking to Vito was a biker, and he was hanging out with his other seven biker friends playing poker at one of the tables, they were members of the fourteen eighty eighters, a rival biker gang of the ghost riders, Vito could tell by the neo nazi patches on their vests. He wasn't in the mood for fighting or anymore drama today. "I don't know what you're talking about." Vito lies to them, playing it cool. "You sure?" one of them asks, rhetorically. "You sure look like that one race mixing, guinea asshole from Manhattan that was with them." he then remarks. "With who old man?" Vito asks the rival gang member with long gray hair. "The ghost riders, greater new york chapter." "A man by the name of Vito Neri, a rumored 'werewolf' wasted an entire fourteen eighty eighters chapter in New York City, stole our product and sold it for our rivals." "We even think he feasted on the president's flesh after skinning him alive, and taking one of his teeth as a trophy." Vito tries to walk away from the situation and heads to the door while replying "Can't say the guy who did it wasn't a sicko." The old man then stands up and shouts "YEAH, AND YOU STILL ARE A SICK BASTARD!" "KILL HIM BROTHERS!" The neo nazi bikers reach for their handguns, machine gun pistols, and sawed off shotguns in their holsters, Vito then quickly lunges to cover behind the pool table while pulling out his maria and shoots one of them in through the chest with two rounds, and another one through the head with just one, five were left. The bikers lift the table they were playing poker on upwards so they could use it as cover. Everyone sprinted out of Skull Fracture like the whole place was on fire. The bikers were shooting at the pool table, hoping their bullets would punch right through at some point. Vito goes prone to see where the bikers were shooting from by looking underneath the pool table. He shoots one firing his Mac 10 at the pool table twice in the face, taking out one of his eyes and one through is forehead. Vito then snaps to a different biker trying to kill him with a revolver, and shoots the him twice in the chest. Three were left. The mayor of Gravity Falls, Tyler Cutebiker, was cheering Vito on as he was hiding outside the bar. "Git 'em!" "Git 'em!" Vito knew they were hiding behind that wooden table, and was about to shoot through the wood. He shoots four rounds, piercing through the wood and hitting the old biker's torso. Then, the bartender shoots the bikers hiding behind that table in the chest with a semi auto shotgun she kept behind the bar, underneath one of the shelves, two of them in the chest, and she blew the old man's head. There wasn't much left of his head expect what's left of his jaw bone and his tongue. "Hey kid!" "You can come out now, I won't shoot you if you drop your gun on the pool table and put your hands up." Luanne orders him. The bouncers show up, getting out of cover and point their handguns at Vito. "You heard the lady fool." the tattooed bouncer said to him. "Yeah, I've heard her." Vito said. He puts his maxim nine on the pool table. "Just to be clear I didn't start it." "They got me confused with some other guy miss." Vito tells the manager, as he stands up with his hands up. Luanne lowered her shotgun and said to Vito "I have to admit, you're pretty polite for a man that comes here." "I'm trying my best to be nice here, not because I have guns pointed at me." he says to her. The other bouncer clicks back the hammer on his desert eagle, irritated by his comment. "Easy Tats and Cat." "He already put his weapon away, and he's clearly a new guy." Luanne tells them. The bouncers put their handguns back in their holsters. "Clearly." said Tats. "So what are you going tell em if they show up?" Vito asked her. "Not much other than tell the sheriff and his boyfriend that a patron defended himself from punks that were giving my establishment the wrong kind of wrong impression." Luanne replied. Vito takes a breath in relief. "So can I get my gun back?" he asks. "Sure, just don't shoot up any schools or anymore bars." "This shootout is already attracting every cop, soldier and fed in the whole town." Luanne tells her. He puts his gun back in his hidden holster and walks to the door. "Thanks ma'am." he tells her before leaving. "I take back what I said earlier, feel free to come back after the police leave, and call me Luanne." she says to him as he heads out the door. A lot of the bar patrons were looking at him, amazed that there wasn't a scratch on him, they were talking about him. Vito also sees an old, african american man with graying hair and a black mustache, in a brown trench coat, and fedora hat, staring at him with a serious face unlike the others. "Now to find that chomo, after I find some things." he said to himself in thought.
Vito goes to a gas station outside of main street and gets himself some black coffee to keep himself awake and sober. He then lights a cigarette from a pack he had in his leather jacket, same one he kept hidden in one of his drawers. He goes on his smart phone to see if there were any car dealerships, gun stores, and auto parts stores nearby. Vito finds there is a car dealership called "Gleeful's Auto Sale," but he takes note that the place was rated two and a half stars. He clicks on the site anyway and he's very tempted by the 2008, yellow Dodge Challenger with the black stripe on the center of it. There was also a gun and military surplus store called "The Toy Store," run by a Hispanic man named Carlos in main street. And there was a local auto parts store named "Road Runner's," also in main street. Suddenly as he was using his phone, he notices the same man in the trench coat was following him yards away through the reflection on his phone, by the bus stop sign he walked pass by. He turns around and screams "WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME CREEP!?" "I'M ARMED SO TELL ME WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?" as he was about to reach for his handgun. The man in the trench coat vanishes as Vito turns around, like it was nothing. Vito walks over to the tree he was next to, he looks up the tree and all he could see was a black crow on one of the branches. It caws. He looks around to see if anyone was there. Vito sighs and thinks to himself "What the hell is going on with my mind?" He walks away from the tree. "Okay, that might have been nothing, time to go back hunting." "I just got to wait by Chance's house and wait till it's nightfall to break in." he thinks to himself.
Eight thirty PM
Its eight thirty at night, the sun is down and Vito is hiding behind one of the bushes with his black gator mask covering half of his face, across the street from his prey's house in the neighborhood of McLoughlin Park. He notices the license place on the blue sedan which was parked in the driveway of Chance's red house, "Oregon 69Buck." This was it. But Vito sees that there's a lot of cars parked outside of the house and the street "Beaver Avenue", almost twelve of them. There was a party going on inside of Chance's house, Chance is an amateur rapper, and a really terrible rapper at that. They were playing loud rap music. "Shit." "This going to be hard, no way to sneak in." "Unless it's open invitation." "I cannot risk asking people around here though, it will just raise suspicion." "I might sneak in through the back and get an opportunity to kill him and take his stuff then." "But how?" he asks himself. He sees through the bushes that a lot of people are showing up to the party, and heading inside. Vito could guess it was either they went there for the free food and drinks, or to laugh at Chance.
Meanwhile, Wendy and her friends made it to Thompson's house, which is also in McLoughlin Park, houses away from it. It was a large neighborhood. "Okay we're here." Robbie announces as he parks his van across the street from Thompson's house. They all get out of the van. "What do you think this party is going to be like?" Tambry asks their group. "It's probably going to be filled with eighth graders drinking juicy juice listening to kids bop." Robbie jokes. Wendy rolls her eyes and smiles, and then says "I don't think its going to be that lame Rob." One of them rings the doorbell and Thompson opens the door. "Hey guys, glad you guys can make it." he says to them. "No problem, it's the least we can do for our favorite grenade catcher before he moves out of state." Wendy says to him as the group heads inside. They see that the party has a few guests. "So these are my friends from our high school's DD&D club, Hazel, Dylan, and Josh." They were just as socially awkward as him. Hazel is a skinny, mixed raced, freshman girl with long brown hair, fair skin, brown eyes and she was wearing glasses and dressed up as a witch, and was playing with her wand out of boredom. Dylan is a white sophomore with acne all over his face, he wore braces, and he was dressed up as an elf with a fake bow and arrow, with a long blonde wig. Josh is a short junior with a warm skin tone, and was cosplaying as a dwarf with a toy axe. "The kids from my boy scout troop that could show up, Troop 301, Ronald and Alex." he says to Wendy and the gang. Ronald is a short and skinny black kid with a buzz cut, wearing a blue jeans, a black graphic tee shirt with a mummy on it, and was whittling a stick he found in the back yard with his swiss army knife. Alex is a fair skinned boy with short brown hair and a portly build, wearing dark blue shorts, a white baseball cap, and green tank top with a camouflage pattern. Alex was looking at porn on his phone before Thompson introduces them to his more boisterous, high school friends. He quickly put away his phone. "This party has dick in it." Ronald said to Alex. "Why did our parents make us be here?" Alex asks Ronald. Both weren't happy to be here. "And this the only person from FCLORP that could show up, Soos." he said to them. "Oh hey Wendy." "What a coincidence." "Didn't expect you to be here." Soos tells her, waving hi to her. "Hi man." "Wait what is FCLORP?" Wendy asks him. "Foam & Cardboard Legitimate Outdoor Role Play." he answers. "Yeah this party is lame already." Robbie says, with his arm over Tambry's shoulder. "Good thing I brought the beer." Nate says, raising the twelve pack for all to see. "Isn't it illegal for us to drink alcohol?" Hazel asks in her really deep voice. "Yes!" "Yes it is!" Thompson shouts. "Don't be a buzzkill dude." Wendy tells him. "Who cares, lets party!" Lee says. "We also going to play truth or dare, spin the bottle, and decks against all decency." Lee shows them the last game he mentioned, it was in a white box with black text that reads "Deck Against All Decency." Decks against all decency was an adult party game where players complete fill in the blank statements with words and phrases that are outrageous, raunchy, and bigoted printed on playing cards. Everyone was cheering that something is finally about to happen in Thompson's going away party, expect for Thompson who was worried shit would hit the fan at any moment. Josh remarks "Finally!" "We're all going to get laid!" Josh and Dylan high five each other. Ronald and Alex were bored with the off brand fruit juice and flat soda that was available in the fridge and cooler, and they both then ask Nate, "Can we try the beer?" Everyone in the party respond to the eleven year old boys with a resounding "NO." "Can we at least play deck against all decency?" Ronald asks. "I think you'd have to ask Wendy and her friends about that dudes." Wendy, Lee, Nate, Tambry and Robbie huddle in a circle. "Are they even old enough to play a game like this?" Wendy asks the group. "It has some pretty repugnant crap in it." Tambry adds. "I didn't expect Thompson to be desperate enough to invite little kids to this." Robbie says mockingly. "Guys I've heard and seen kids like them say way more worse stuff on Xbox Live through voice chat than what this card game holds." Lee guaranteed them. "Same here." Nate admitted "I've talked to children who taught me racial and ethnic slurs I didn't know even know existed." he went on. "Okay, that gives me some hope." "They don't seem that sheltered." said Wendy. They get out of their circle. "Sure you guys can play, just don't repeat anything from this game." Lee tells them. "We won't." Ronald tells them, with his fingers crossed behind his back, Alex did the same.
At the same time, Vito continues to scan the area for a way to sneak inside. He sees that there is a light skinned man with a beard and in dreads in a black tank top and white sweat pants, armed with a hand gun and a baton strapped to his belt. It was one of his roommates, acting as a guard. There's a truck that's parked in the driveway of a green two story house right next to Chance's house. He could climb up to the roof and get a clear view of whats going on, but he needs a distraction. He finds a rock by one of the trees that was in the front yard of the house he was hiding close by. Vito grabs it, and throws it at one of the cars, breaking it's right side window, landing in the passenger seat. "WHAT IN SATAN'S ASSHOLE WAS THAT!?" "My car!" the guard hollers as he runs to it, looking at the damage with his back turned. "This my chance, I need to bounce stat." he thinks to himself. He sprints towards the house, gets on top of the truck and climbs up to the roof, using his parkour skills. He crawls to the edge of the roof to see if anyone was there in the back. There were already people chatting, dancing, and relaxing in the hot tub in the backyard. No way for Vito to sneak in, making the distraction, completely pointless. "God fucking dammit." Vito cusses under his breath. He has no choice but to go to the front door and ask what the party is about. He crawls away from the edge of the roof to the other side, takes a look at the back yard to see if he can jump down unseen. Vito notices there's a German shepherd barking at him from all the way down. "Of course there's a dog in the backyard." he tells himself. "Shut up!" its owner orders it. He crawls away from the dog before the owner shows up, crouches as he's away from the backyard, and climbs back down to its front yard. He wipes off any dirt and debris from his leather jacket. He goes to the sidewalk and walks up the house like a normal person, puts away his hat inside one of the jacket's pockets from the inside, leaves his black leather jacket underneath the car he wrecked so it won't get any bullet holes on it, and goes up to the front door. "What's the occasion for this banger?" Vito asks the guard. "Yo dawg my boy Chance just got out of court because some idiots realized they were being idiots and dropped the charges, for shizzle my nigga." the guard answers him while doing various hand signs. "What were the charges?" Vito asks him. "Shieeeeeet I don't know." the guard tells Vito, reluctant to answer him. "How many are inside?" "And does Chance like little kids and cheese pizza?" Vito asks the guard while walking closer to him, who was clearly drunk. "Aye, you special or somethin?" "You are about to do something really stupid right now, I can feel it bitch ass nigga." "Did you throw a rock at my car?" the guard questions him after insulting him. "You should be more careful about using that word." "White trash, child molester." Vito teases him. "Yeah its time for you to get the fuck outta.." Before the guard could finish warning Vito, Vito transforms into his first werewolf form and bashes the guard head into the wall right next to the door with just one of his arms in a single blow within half a second, killing him and leaving blood stains and skull fragments on the wall. He lets go of the guard's body, causing his blood to smear against the wall. Vito grew three inches taller, his black body hair grew slightly longer, his five o'clock shadow changes into a full black beard, his finger nails became claws, his teeth became fangs, and his blue eyes turned into glowing yellow ones. Vito growls for two seconds before turning back into a human within a snap, relaxing himself. He opens the door and heads inside.
Back at Thompson's residence, they're playing deck against all decency. "We've pulled out all our cards Tambry." "What are your cards girl?" Robbie asks his girlfriend. Tambry puts her phone down and begins to show her cards. "'Your mom is tighter than a' 'Cheerio.'" Everyone is laughing except for Soos. "I don't get it, what is it referring to what about your mom exactly?" he asks. They were unable to hear his question because of all the laughter. "Okay, okay." "Who wants to go again?" Lee asks the party as he's done laughing. They hear the music blaring from the other party half a football field away, Straight Blanchin' by Lil Bigg Dawggg. "Hey they're playing my song." Soos comments in joy. "AAAAAAAHHHHH!" "WHY!?" Wendy screams in agony. "We gotta drown out those people out somehow." said Wendy. "Any ideas?" "I hate that song too." Hazel adds. "I have a bluetooth stereo system in the garage in case you guys…" he closes his eyes while taking a deep breath, thinking it'd make the situation worse. "Why did I mention that?" he then asks himself. "I'm finding that stereo system." Wendy says as she walks over to the garage door inside the house and opens it. Thompson gazes at what's left of the twelve pack in the kitchen. There were six left. It wasn't enough for him. He walks over to the kitchen to open his dad's liquor cabinet, grabs a large glass bottle of vodka, and then grabs of a regular glass, and pours the whole thing into the glass. As he was pouring himself the largest shot glass he could think of, she turns on the lights in the garage, and throws away her beer can in the trash can next to her. "Alright, I've been to Thompson's house before during Woodstick." "Now where is it?" she asks herself. "There it is." she said, alleviated. It was a mobile home speaker, near the lawn mower. She grabs it and goes back to the living room where everyone else was hanging out. "Guys we can play our own music now." she announces to the party. "Woot woot!" Lee, Nate, and Robbie shout. "About time." said Hazel. Wendy plugs the speaker into one of the outlets, connects her cell phone to it wirelessly, has the album "Dookie" by Green Day set to play on her phone's mp3 app, and turns the volume as high as she could just she wouldn't have to hear the song anymore. It begins to play with Burnout. "Aw hell yes, this is more like it." Robbie says. Lee starts banging his head. "This is good too." Nate said. Tambry was still on her phone, typing "This party just got more interesting than it already was thanks to a friend." on her twitter account. "Okay, that's better." "Not something I'd usually listen to, but it's way better than hearing that." Hazel said to her. "I'll take that as a compliment, thanks." Wendy replied to her, giving her a wink. The DD&D kids feel indifferent as they continued to play spin the bottle with each other. Nobody else wanted to play with them. While the two kids and Soos give her a look of disapproval. Wendy then feels bad and tells him "Sorry Soos."
Vito heads inside of Chance's house, there were around fifty people in the party, and the inside of the house looked like it was something he'd expect from a trailer home, not a house in modern suburbia. The women and men looked very sleazy to him. Most of them wore tank tops, sweat pants, gym shorts, and sleeveless shirts. A fair amount of them had missing teeth. It wouldn't surprise him if the vast majority of them smoked crystal meth. "Jesus Christ, even my mom and dad have higher standards than this." he thinks to himself. "Why did they choose to play that song?" he then thinks to himself. He decides to go ask around where Chance was. He approaches a group of four guys sitting on the couch playing smash brothers on the Nintendo GameCube while passing the bong. Vito leans against the couch with both his arms grabbing each side. "Where is Chance Johnson?" he asks them in his usual stern and deep voice. One of them pauses the game. "Huh?" "What was the question?" the one with blonde hair asks, feeling a bit spooked by his demeanor. "Chance… Johnson." "The self proclaimed rapper." "Where is he?" Vito asks them again. "Heck if I know." the blonde one says. "I just came here for the free booze and food bud." the one sitting to his left said. "Why are you wearing a mask?" the one to his right asked Vito. "I have a cold, so I felt like wearing one and got my gloves too." "Hate to get you fellas sick as well." he answers them. Vito walks away from to ask someone else, leaving them anxious. One of the guys sitting on the couch gets out his phone. He sees two chicks talking to each other, they looked like hookers, and they dressed and wore make up like his mom. Vito walks to them and overhears them talking about their clients and wild sex stories. "I hate to interrupt you ladies, but can you tell me where Chance Johnson is?" he asks the prostitutes. "Depends, do you want a blow job in the bathroom?" the dark skinned one replies to him. "It costs fifty bucks, and seventy five if you want a home run." the lighter skinned one tells him. "How about hundred bucks for one of you if you tell me where he is?" Vito offers them, pulling a hundred dollar bill from his wallet. "Okay love bug, we'll tell you." the dark skinned one tells him. "Last time I heard he's been practicing rapping upstairs in his master bedroom, and its one of the worst rap I've ever heard in my life." the dark skinned harlot told him. "Yeah he was like 'Yo yo yo I'm Chance Johnson and I like to rap, I have a big Johnson, and haters are mad because of my Johnson.'" "And he practiced his rapping while I was…" Vito then cuts the light skinned one off and tells her "Alright, ENOUGH." "Here's your Ben Franklin lady." Vito then stuffs the dollar in her revealing latex vest, between her breasts, and walks off grossed out. She shows off the dollar she got without hooking up with anyone by waving it. "He gave it you instead because I'm black isn't it?" her friend asks her. Vito walks up the stairs to his bedroom, and sees three doors. Two on his left, and one on his right. He goes to the first door to his left. "Chance?" He checks to see if it was locked, it wasn't and he lightly opens the door. "My name isn't Chance, and knock first jackass!" the man on the toilet shouted at him. "Then lock the door you fucking dolt!" Vito shouts back at him while he slams the door. He then walks to the door on his right, next to the second door on the left across the narrow hallway. Vito decides to knock first this time and asks "Chance are there?" "I have a kid with me." he says, lying. He then checks the door and figures out he was locked. Vito kneels down and peeks through the keyhole and sees two women and two men snorting coke together in the other bedroom, it had bunkbeds and a poster of Lil big dogg and various rappers. "Nothing." He thinks to himself. Vito turns around and sees that the last door is locked. He peeks through the keyhole, but he couldn't see anything. Vito then stands back up and pulls out his lockpick kit with his left hand, but the door opens and he quickly pulls out his handgun with his right hand in just milliseconds. "No Chance is not… here." one of Chance's roommates sees that a nine millimeter, internally suppressed handgun is being pointed at his heart, and he is scared shitless. The roommate Vito was pointing his gun at is wearing a black Robbie V and the Tombstones graphic tee shirt, and wasn't wearing any pants and wore whitey tighties, and the fly on his underwear was showing because it was worn out. He had mid brown skin, clean shaven, and had a clean haircut. Vito then used his left hand, pointing up and pressing his index finger against his lips while carrying the lockpick set with it, telling him to shush. "Let's have a friendly chat Booker Diaz." Vito says to him as he puts his lockpick set away in it's pouch. "Put your hands up." Vito commands Booker as he closes the door behind him and locks it, keeping his gun pointing at him. Booker puts his hands up in the air. "Now turn around, and put your head against that against that computer desk." Vito then instructs him. Booker walks to the wooden desk with his hands up in the air, and leans his head against the front edge of it. "Good." Vito says to him as he gets one of the restraints in his belt. Suddenly Booker reaches for the short barreled AR-15 and grabs the pistol grip. Vito notices this, transforms into his first werewolf form and grabs Booker's right arm with one of his arms in an armlock, and grabs the barrel of the rifle with his other hand, dropping his handgun. Booker pulls the trigger and ends up hitting nothing, shooting at the walls, and destroying the mirror and TV with automatic gunfire, spooking the guests. Vito breaks Booker's right arm as he screams in pain. He broke Booker's arm so hard, his humerus was sticking out of his skin, pouring blood on the carpet. When the guests heard the gunfire and Booker's scream, some of them left the party running away.
The people at Thompson's going away party could hear the gunfire from the distance, it was louder than the music Wendy was playing through their host's speaker. "Is that machine gun fire?" Ronald asks. "Probably just kids setting off fireworks." Soos speculated. "It's a bit late for fourth of July, don't ya think?" Robbie remarked. "Maybe they are having a late fourth of July." Soos said to Robbie. Robbie rolls his eyes in annoyance. Wendy decides to take a break from jamming out, and takes a look outside from the kitchen window. "That wasn't fireworks guys, there's none going off." "That was gunfire." Wendy confirms with the group. "How can you tell?" Nate asks. "Gunshots are louder than firecrackers by fifteen decibels, and louder than concerts by twenty decimals." My dad makes me and my brothers take part in apocalypse training every year instead of Christmas." she explains to the group. "Yeah noob." Alex replies to Nate. Nate then sprays the kid with a water gun. "Hey!" Alex shouts. "What the hell is a decibel?" Robbie acts confused. "It was part some noise thermometer Dad showed me and brothers when I was like thirteen." she answers him. "Man I am such a loser." "Imagine having less people at your house during a party than someone else's, who's on the registered sex offender's list." Thompson grumbles as he drinks his big glass of vodka. Wendy, Lee and Nate and heard him and looked a bit concerned, they never heard Thompson talk this way about himself before, while Robbie and Tambry weren't paying attention. "Wait, a registered sex offender is throwing a party, and he has more guests at his party than you dude?" Soos asks him. "Boy that's gotta suck." "Good luck trying to regain your self-love and confidence." Soos then says, unaware that he is making Thompson feel even worse about himself. "Wow dude, that's… that's quite a big shot glass buddy." "Do you need to talk?" Wendy asks Thompson as he was sulking in the kitchen, sitting on top of one of the counters. "It's nothing." Thompson responds. "We've just made your party better man, even the DD&D kids seem to be enjoying themselves." Wendy says to him, trying to comfort him. "I didn't even know you were friends with one of my coworkers from the mystery shack till now." "In speaking of which when did you…" Thompson abruptly tells her "I said it was nothing!" Wendy was shaken up a bit, decides to give him some space and walks to the dining table where their mutual friends were playing deck against all decency with the two kids, as gunfire continues to go on off in the distance. Wendy assumed idiots were shooting their guns in the air as some part of celebration. "Is Thompson alright?" Lee asks Wendy. "No he isn't." "Thompson is upset because the creep we cat fished and extorted during the summer is having a bigger party than he is right now." she answers them. "Chance Johnson?" "That sick, bitchy, peedy piece of shit?" Robbie asks. "Wow that's actually.. very sad." Robbie said, showing some compassion for Thompson. "Maybe we can grab some eggs and pelt some at Chance's house, and bring Thompson along with us to try and cheer him up a bit." Nate suggests. "Not yet, lets wait about two hours before we do so." "Thompson's parents shouldn't show up till midnight." "We have plenty of time." Wendy tells them.
While that's going on, Vito slams Booker's head against the edge of the desk after he broke one of his arms, slamming his nose against it and causing Booker to have a nose bleed. "Where's CJ Booker?" he interrogates him in a deeper, distorted voice. "I.. don't know." Booker lies to him as he twitches. Vito slams his head against the table again, this time breaking Booker's nose in the process. "WHERE'S CHANCE JOHNSON!?" Vito asks Booker again, but louder and angrier than before. "I don't know!" "I don't know!" Booker cries out in tears. "BULLSHIT!" Vito yells at him, irked. Vito turns Booker back around and grabs his gun from the carpet floor. "If you don't tell me where he is and why he's not in this room, I'm shooting your micro dick off!" he threatens Booker, pointing his gun at Booker's crotch. "I'll tell you!" "I'll tell you!" "We were told by one of the guests that you were looking for him, so he ran downstairs to the basement." "I swear to god that's the truth!" Booker tells him. Vito then looks at the computer screen to see that Chance was talking to a twelve year old in an online chat on Skype, to see if the pines twins were still in Gravity falls, he became obsessed with him. Even stating that he'd share him with Booker. "Thanks man, I really appreciate it." Vito says before shooting Booker's micro penis off with one round, putting two bullets in Booker's stomach, another two bullets to random parts of his chest, and finally putting the barrel of his Maria into Booker's mouth, and blowing his brains out, emptying the bullets he had left in his magazine. Vito reloads his handgun and puts it back in it's holster. He sees that the AR had a sling attached to it, so Vito grabs it and slings it around his torso. Two men armed with handguns go upstairs and kick in the door. Vito grabs the huge computer desk and throws it at them horizontally so it could fit through the door way. They shoot at it hoping it'd go straight through and hit Vito, but he dodged their bullets through his super agility and speed as a werewolf, and it hits one of the gunmen, and causes him to collapse and break through the right side door of the hallway into pieces. The people snorting coke screamed in freight. His ribs were all cracked and his organs were bleeding from the inside, and he was choking in and spitting out blood, struggling to get the desk off of him. The second gunman was hiding behind cover next to the doorway, he gets out of cover and goes into the master bed room to find Vito, but Vito was hiding from above, latching onto the ceiling and ambushes him by piercing his claws into the man's throat, hitting his jugular, and falls on top of him. Vito twists the man's head with his claws while on top of him, cutting it off his body. Vito grabs both the bloody decapitated head and the man's body, and tosses them both down the stairs, spilling blood all the way down too. Two of the hookers and the guests see the blood soaked mess on the stairs, see the werewolf and scream in terror. Almost all of the guests run away from the house screaming in fear expect two guests that were armed with guns with flashlights attached, and Chance's remaining roommates who were armed with a shotgun, two hand guns, and a serrated machete. The power in the house turned off all of a sudden, leaving the house pitch black, and there wasn't music playing anymore. Lucky for Vito, he could see in the dark as a werewolf. He takes a look around sees that one of Chance's roommates was lurking by the front door with a handgun with a flashlight mounted below the barrel, he was about to go upstairs. Vito pounces him like a wild animal and bites into his throat with his fangs, killing him instantly. "Found you asshole!" one of the gunmen said to him, he had his flashlight on him. Vito dodges his gun fire and slashes the tendons on of his feet while diving onto the dining room floor, causing the gunman to fall, and Vito sinks into the man's chest with his claws, and rips the man's chest open, and rips out the man's guts and organs, tossing them all over the place like it was junk. Another roommate of Chance's sees him in the room and catches a glimpse of him by the reflection of his glowing yellow eyes. He tries to shoot at Vito with a quadruple barreled shotgun but misses as Vito flips the dining room table up in the air, which had various snacks and kegs of soda and ale, spilling them all over the place as a distraction while Vito hops onto the one of the console tables in the room and slits the man's throat with a single claw, landing in the kitchen. The man collapses onto the floor, and holds his neck to try to stop the bleeding. "Three down, two to go." Vito tells himself. One of Chance's roommates in the kitchen had a head lamp on and ambushes Vito from behind with a machete to the head. "Gotcha you furry son of a bitch." he said beside another gun man. "You should've gotten a silver one." Vito says to them, unphased. The two men were shocked as he stands up, and takes the machete out of his head by the handle as Vito's head wounds quickly regenerated as if nothing happened in just a second. "You're… you're… a monster." the last gunman said to Vito before Vito cuts one of the man's hands off with one slash with the machete, and then disembowels him with it. The gun man falls down onto the marble floor, bleeding all over it. One of Chance's roommates trips over the pool of blood. He had a noticeable wart on his left cheek, and it was awfully close to his eye, and a patchy beard. "Why?" "Why are you doing this?" "What the hell are you?" he asks Vito while on the floor, frightened out of his mind. "I'm doing this because you're all scum who deserve every horrid thing to happen to you, and I'll be taking your money and other valuables with me after I'm done with you all." he answers him. "I'm not just some big, bad wolf by the way, I'm V wolf Charles." Vito tells Charles, one of Chance's roommates. Vito then stabs Charles in the chest, and makes a V with it, mutilating him. Vito finishes it off by hacking Charles in the neck with the machete as well, leaving his head half cut off. Vito takes the sling and sheath for it off of Charles' body and slings it across his torso too. Vito smells a nasty stench coming from the basement. He walks to the living room to before he grabs the wooden and steel quadruple barreled shotgun, holding it in his hands. Vito sees a trail of shoe prints that lead to a door. Before Vito goes down, he checks to see how many rounds are left, three twelve gauge shells were left, as the one that was fired flew out of one of the barrels. There wasn't a lot of time for him to scavenge for ammo, so he kicked in the door, and headed down the stairs slowly. "Chance I know you're here." "Just tell me the combination to your safe that was underneath your computer desk, and things will go smoother than it did upstairs." he tells Chance, knowing he was down there. "You're not getting shit from me and my friends you murderous freak!" Chance shouts at him, hiding behind one of the tables with his handgun to the left of Vito. "Yeah you broke into the wrong house fool!" one of his roommates chimes in. Chance's last living roommate then comes out of cover from one the same table Chance was hiding behind, points his handgun and flashlight at Vito, and gets his head blown off by Vito with the shotgun. The force of the shotgun blast was so strong that it kicked the man's body from the side to the table to one of the glass cabinets behind it, smashing them. There was nothing left of Chance's friend's head, his brains, skull fragments, and eyeballs splattered all over the place. "KEVIN NOOO!" Chance screams, and begins to cry. Vito looks around the basement makes a morbid discovery he couldn't even imagine would be here in this tasteless house. There was a black banner of a cannibal cult he never heard of before on one of the walls that read "Children of Lamia." in white text, with a greek translation below it, and a white illustration of a half serpent, half-woman with a wicked smile, she was topless with her boobs exposed, had long, blood red hair, red lips and sharp teeth. The left side of the basement was like a lab, with a microscope, a bunsen burner, dissecting kit, balance scale, thermometer, and samples of various bodily fluids inside of test tubes, beakers, pipettes, droppers, petri dishes, graduated cylinders, and glass jars on the tables and inside of the glass cabinets. The right side was a slaughterhouse. He saw the bodies of dead children with their heads, arms, legs, and organs removed from their bodies like they were animals. There were bloody axes, saws, and machetes on and by the wooden tables and near the furnace and boiler. Gasoline cans full of oil were also by the boiler. There was a blood stained hat that was shaped like a log on the table there. In the middle of it all was a summoning circle drawn by chalk, with dead snakes in the middle of the circle, like it was an offering. There were burn marks around and on the snakes. Upon finding out that things were way worse than he expected, Vito gets extremely enraged and his eyes went from glowing yellow to red. He sprints toward Chance, jumping over the table. Chance shoots him in the chest multiple times, but it does nothing, he was wearing a bullet proof vest underneath his shirt. Vito then turns around to strangle him. Chance drops his glock because he knew it would do jack. "So Chance, you not only love kids too much, but you also violate them, kill them, cook and eat them." "Then sell it to unknowing customers." "You're lower than trash and human waste." Vito tells Chance as he's choking him. "And since you like the delicacies of human meat so much, how about I take a sample from you?" "How about that chum?" Vito asks him in a cheeky tone. He then lets go of Chance's neck, which was bleeding when he sunk his claws into the skin and flesh. "No.. no god please no." he cries. "Not so tough now are you child rapist?" Vito further derides Chance. Chance whimpers and cries for mercy. Vito didn't listen as he claws Chance's abdomen open, ripping his intestines out as he strangles Chance with them like a zip tie, as he proceeds to rip apart and eat his stomach and liver with his fangs and teeth. Chance's body twitches all over the place as Vito chews him up like a dog would with a stuffed toy, and in twenty seconds it stops twitching. Vito sees that he was dead, and does a howl that could be heard for miles.
At Thompson's going away party, they heard the howl as it drowned out the music being played by Wendy. "Was that wolf?" "There's not supposed to be any wolves in Oregon right guys?" Soos asks. "Not in the suburbs no." Wendy tells him. "Probably just a prank being played on loudspeakers." "That's something me and Alex would do." Ronald confesses. "Should we worried that there was a bunch of gun shots, people screaming and a wolf howl in the past ten minutes?" Lee asks the party members. "Again, probably a prank me and my friend would pull." Ronald responds. "Maybe it was a werewolf." Soos ruminated. "Eh, I've seen scarier stuff than that, a 'werewolf' can't be worse than being turned to stone by those thingies." Robbie boosts. "What do you think Wendy?" Soos asks her. Wendy gives him a so-so gesture with one of her hands facing down. "By the way what's happening in the Mystery Shack when I left to go back to school?" she asks. "Oh yeah now that you mention it, I have my girlfriend Melody as my assistant, I built a statue of Stan Pines in his honor after he left that ended up terrifying small children, and some guy in a trench coat named Malik who leads this group called Thunderbird Squad came into the mystery shack and are now using that underground laboratory Ford used against my will today." Soos tells her. "Thunderbird Squad?" "Were they those government guys and soldiers that have been circling Gravity Falls like vultures after Weirdmageddon?" she asks. "They are with the government and are part of some secret federal agency that has been to Gravity Falls before when Stan, Ford, Dipper and Mabel were around." Soos tells her. "Who?" "Do they want anything to do with the strangeness we've faced this summer?" Wendy asks. "Most likely." "Malik said they came here to investigate the anomalies here, and plan to use the underground lab as a base, and if I refused, they'd send me, my girlfriend and my grandma to Washington DC." Soos explains. "So is Thunderbird squad the ones patrolling the town as part of some quote 'military exercise?'" Wendy asks. "They're apart of the same shadowy, sketchy, top secret, government agency." "I just told you." Soos tells her. "What is the government agency?" Wendy asks him. "The PAD, Paranormal Activities Division." "They have the logo of a bald eagle with a magnifying glass on their black trucks and helicopters." Soos explains to her. "I don't know if they have those journals or not." he adds. "Okay, now I understand." Wendy says to Soos. "And now they're packing with even more heat than ever." "I saw soldiers in gas masks with guns on top of a tank passed by me as I was riding on my bike back home." "It was like they were going off to war against an enemy that isn't even there anymore." Wendy adds. "But they said they were only going to be here for a month." Soos tells her. "Somehow I doubt it, they should leave." she responds. A very intoxicated Thompson climbs on top of the TV cabinet in the living room, with the glass of vodka in his hand. "Attention, I have an announcement you selfish bastards!" he shouts as he stumbles a bit before regaining his balance, and takes a chug of his vodka. It caught everyone in the room off guard, expect for the kids, Ronald and Alex, who seem indifferent to it. Wendy has a gut feeling about what he's about to tell them. "I have put up with most of your bull crap and tom foolery, or tom fuckery as I like to call it, for far enough." "I had been patient throughout all these ten years, now with you guys trashing my house by leaving various stains on the carpet and furniture, drinking around little kids, playing a game that my helicopter parents would kill me for even allowing to enter the household, among other things is a step way too far." "Hell, I even let you guys subject me to a whole myriad of exasperating stunts and dares solely to keep Robbie's group together!" "It wasn't that kid and his sister that hung out with Wendy who saved this group from breaking up, it was me!" "I did it." "So where's my reward for that bitches!?" he cries at Robbie and his friends. They look very uncomfortable as they were being called out, they didn't even know Thompson was willing to do these crazy acts despite not liking any of them secretly. Soos kept quiet, as he didn't know what to do in this situation. "Eric Thompson, dude, we had no idea you.." "SHUT UP!" "DON'T PATRONIZE ME WENDY!" "YOU SAID THAT I WAS THE WORST AT EVERYTHING!" "You guys always pick on me like you have nothing else to do while we're together!" "Well that stops starting right now!" He finishes his glass of vodka and throws on the floor, breaking it. He then screams like a banshee. Then out of nowhere, Eric's mom and dad open the garage door to see the ruckus that his friends caused, stunned in disbelief. They got home early. Eric then jumps on top of them like a wrestler after pulling out a taser and tasers his mom and dad. "Oh shit!" "We gotta get the hell outta here right now!" Wendy tells her group, Soos, the DD&D club members, and the two kids. They sprint out of the Thompson residence like it was on fire, Wendy and her friend group get inside of Robbie's purple van and Soos rushes to his truck to drive away from the scene. The DD&D kids get on top of a magic cloud Hazel conjured up with her wand, and flew off. Alex and Ronald run together on the sidewalk as Alex makes a call on his phone "Mom can you pick us up?" "We're scared!" he shouts into his phone.
"Aw man, I didn't expect things to go this badly." Nate said while in the back with Lee and Wendy. "You're telling me, that was a complete fucking disaster." Robbie says as he drives away from the Thompson residence. "Status update: Going away party turned into a shit show in less than forty five minutes." Tambry says to herself as she publishes her post to her twitter. "Does it feel weird to feel a little bit guilty that we made Thompson go through all of those things we had him do, now knowing that he didn't want to do them?" Wendy asks them. "Eh, he chose to do them anyway for our amusement." "He didn't HAVE to hang out with us if he didn't want to." "He could've just stuck being with those lord of the rings dorks and twiddle junior and twiddle tot instead." Robbie replied. "Yeah but I didn't expect him to willingly do it anyway solely to fit in with us." "I feel like a total cunt right now." Wendy said in remorse. "Nobody expected that Wendy, there's no need to call yourself that." Nate tells her. "Yeah, that speech of his did pierce through my heart a bit." "Looks like he actually grew a pair." "Don't feel alone." Lee says to Wendy. "I didn't even know Thompson had a pair." Robbie sarcastically states. "Well, at least I got to see an old friend of mine from the shack again today." said Wendy, looking on the bright side of things. "Hey you know what might cheer us up?" Nate nods to the group. "Throwing eggs at Chance Johnson's house!" Lee says together with Nate as Lee gets out a cardboard box of eggs from his backpack, the same backpack that has his deck against all decency set. Almost everyone in the van cheered, with Wendy smiling again. They then arrive at Chance's house. Tambry is shook by what she saw, she was speechless. "Hey sweetheart what's wrong?" Robbie says to her, with his hand on her shoulder. He turns his head and screams like a little girl. Wendy, Lee and Nate get out of the car through the back doors. "What's the problem?" "Did something… WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!?" Nate blurts out. "Holy shit." said Lee after dropping the carton of eggs, disturbed by what he saw. "Crikey, what in god's name happened here?" Wendy said. Chance's house had broken windows with blood stains on them, they saw the guard's dead body by the side of the front door, bullet holes were clearly seen on some of the walls, and most of the cars that were parked outside of the wrecked house were gone. "Looks like this house just came back from Syria." said Nate, looking at the ruined house.
As they parked at the ruined house, Vito turned back into his human self was pouring a trail of gasoline from the boiler to the outside of the house with his left hand, and holding the shotgun with his other one after he was done looting cash and ammo from the dead bodies and safe he ripped open. He collected various pieces of jewelry to sell. He got his hat and leather jacket back on, keeping his gator mask on to cover his face. He looks around to see if anyone was still around and sees a group of teens getting out of van at from the living room. He takes cover behind one of the walls, dropping the can and holds onto the shotgun with both hands. Vito noticed they weren't armed, so he takes a quick peek by leaning out a notch and sees them gawking at the house in shock, hearing their shouts like it was an echo. He gets back to cover. "They didn't see me." he says to himself quietly. Vito needed to come with a plan in case one of them comes inside. "I can't kill them, my high score is already high enough and I'm about to get every cop in Gravity falls to show up here." "If one of them comes inside, I tell them to leave immediately, but let them know what was happening here." "Once they're gone, I'll take my leave." he thought to himself. When he was taking a peek, Wendy sees a reflection of Vito's shotgun from the inside for about two seconds before it disappeared. "Hey guys I think there's someone still in there." "We should go help them." Wendy tells her friends. "You really want to go in there?" "Are you nuts?" Robbie asks Wendy. "I went up against worst stuff than this dude." she assured Robbie. "I mean if you're so brave that you don't find a werewolf scary, why don't you go in there handsome?" Tambry said to him. "Robbie!" "Robbie!" "Robbie!" Robbie's friends chant. Robbie gets more and more grumpy until he snaps and says "Okay fine!" "I'll go get myself killed, I'm getting my bat though." Robbie grabs his baseball bat which is covered in barbed wire from the barrel to the end, and had duct tape covering it's grip. "Hey man, we know you're in there!" "Don't make us call the cops!" Robbie warns as he walks up to the house. "Just to be clear though, my friends totally didn't make me do this!" Robbie clarifies as he enters through the front door, it was already open. Robbie freaks out by the decapitated head and body that were tossed down the stairs minutes ago. Normally he'd take selfie with a dead body, but the odor was too much for him. He grabs a handgun that had a flashlight mounted at the bottom of its barrel with his right hand, holding the bat in his other hand. "You can do this Robbie." he said to himself before gulping. Vito remained in his spot, he was waiting for him. As he was walking in the hallway towards the living room and kitchen, Robbie trips on the trail of gasoline Vito was making and slips past the end of the hallway, with Vito facing him. He dropped the gun in the process, setting it off and shooting one of the lamps in the ceiling out. "Stay on the ground, put your hands behind your back where I can see them." Vito instructs Robbie as he points the four barreled shotgun at him. Robbie sees his blood splattered face and clothes and does exactly as he instructed. Wendy hears the gun shot and gets worried Robbie might be hurt. She gets out her multi-tool from her handbag and sprints toward the house, then sneaks through the front doorway like a ninja. Her multi-tool also functioned as a hatchet and hammer. She was flanking him. Vito recognizes Robbie and asks him "Robbie right?" "Yeah, you've heard of my band?" he asks Vito nicely, while being utterly terrified that his life could end at any moment now. Vito chooses to be blunt about the truth while he instructs him "Doesn't matter, a cult called Children of Lamia has been using this house to kidnap, rape, kill, and eat children, and sell their flesh by using Taco Shack as a front." "Chance Johnson was one of them and he is rotting in the basement as we speak." "I won't kill you or any of your friends." "I want you and your friends to tell everyone what they saw here tonight after I blow this wretched place sky high, and that there's a cult still operating in the shadows, in this very town, and that they're all going to die." Robbie starts to breathe rapidly. "I'll tell everyone, I'll tell everyone." "I promise." he tells Vito, nervously. Wendy was right behind him, she could find him by the reflections of his shotgun at the windows in the back. "Very good, now please leave." Vito tells him before Wendy grabs him by his right arm, and holds her multi-tool against his neck, with the ax facing towards his Adam's apple, surprising Vito. "Leave him alone you creep and drop your fucking gun!" "I swear I'll slit your throat!" She shouts at his ear from behind. "Wait a sec, who are you and where did you come from?" he asks her as he turns the gun's safety on and drops it. "A Corduroy who crawled out of the shores of hell." she answers him. Vito's voice starts to crack at a higher pitch as he asks "A Corduroy?" "You don't happen to be related to Marcus right?" "Dude, I am related to him!" "How did you..?" she was about to ask him, puzzled. She gets off of him. "Because I just met him and his brothers today, they seemed fine by me." he explains. "I'm sorry that you and your friends had to see all of this and… well… meet me like me this." Vito apologizes to Wendy. "Are you Vito Lupo?" Wendy asks him. "Get out of the house and go wait by the van, then I'll tell you." "I have still have work that still needs to be done." Vito tells her. Robbie and Wendy then leave the house. Vito grabs the shotgun, then he picks up the gasoline can he was using to finish the trail. "You two must have one hell of a story to tell, don't you?" Tambry asks Robbie and Wendy as they were leaving the house, smirking. "Yes I do have one hell of a story, I HAD A FREAKING GUN pointed at me, I swear I pissed myself!" Robbie complains. "You wouldn't believe it, but I think we bumped into Vito." Wendy said to her. "No way." Tambry said to her with her eyes widened. "You met him there?" she asks. "Yeah, but he wasn't friends with Chance, I am pretty sure he killed him." "Lord knows how many people he wasted." she comments. "Don't worry about it, they were all bad guys." Vito says to them in his deep and serious voice, as he walks out of the house with those weapons still slung across his back, almost done with the trail, marking the walkway and driveway with a line of petroleum. "What did they even do?" Nate asks, spooked. "They were members of a depraved, cannibal pedo cult called the Children of Lamia." "I have taken pictures of their crimes against god to upload online so people will know of their sad existence." Vito said to them. "Do you need a ride man?" Wendy asks. "Thanks for the offer, but no, I got this." he answers her before punching through the blue sedan's driver window, causing a car alarm to go off and his hand to bleed. "Okay, I'll ride back home with you all." Vito said to them, feeling a bit embarrassed as he removes broken glass from his hand as it regenerates at a rapid rate. "Well what are you waiting for GI mental?" "Get in!" Robbie tells him. Vito lights a match on the trail before sprinting to get inside the van with everyone else. "RUN!" "THIS PLACE IS GOING TO BLOW!" Vito warns the group. Everyone got inside the van, with Vito sitting beside Wendy by the back doors, and Robbie quickly starting the car and driving away, exceeding the neighborhood's speed limit of fifteen miles an hour. "Again, I'm really sorry that you folks met me like this." he atones to them, taking off his gator mask. "It is you, I knew it." "Thanks for saving my house dude." Wendy said to him. "Don't mention it." he replied to Wendy, with his voice cracking again. Chance's house explodes into a million pieces, with bits flying everywhere, causing more car alarms to go off as they were driving away. "Whoa!" "Holy shit did you guys see that?" "Jesus my ears are ringing." "Mine too." "Status update: 'Craziest. Night. Ever.'" The whole group talks about the explosion that happened outside, with the exception of Vito who was smiling. He felt like he was doing something beneficial for society, for a greater good for the first time in his life. Vito then takes a deep breath, before getting his cigarette pack from his leather jacket, pulling out a cigarette and puts on in his mouth, and grabbing his lighter after putting his pack away. He tries lighting it but only sparks come out, the second time he tries it, sparks come out again. Vito becomes a bit irritated and cusses under his breath. Wendy overhears him and sees him trying to light his cigarette. She elbows his shoulder in a friendly way and says "Hey." Vito stops what he was doing and looks at her green eyes. "Care to share some with the rest of us?" she requests. Everyone stopped talking about the outburst of fire and smoke. "I'm definitely going to need one after tonight." she admits. Vito hesitantly pulls his cigarette pack for anyone to have. Wendy gets one of his joints, Lee and Nate grab one too. "Whatever, I don't see why not, I'm already dead inside." Robbie said. "Here you go, catch." Vito tosses a cigarette for him and Robbie catches it and puts it in his mouth. Robbie grabs his own lighter and lights it. Vito's lighter finally works. He lights his first, then Wendy's, Nate's and Lee's. Tambry was too busy on her phone to ask, she finds smoking disgusting. After puffing his first smoke, everyone stops talking. "Can we turn on the radio?" Vito asks. "Yes, please Robbie." said Wendy in agreement with Vito before taking a hit. Wendy starts coughing. "Ooo someone's a lightweight." Lee teases her. Robbie turns on the radio, it was on Gravity Falls' local alternative rock station, and they are starting to play "Psycho Killer" by Talking Heads. "First time?" Vito asks her. "I haven't had one in awhile, not since two years ago." she answers. "I've been smoking tobacco and mary jane since I was only thirteen." "It's been a coping mechanism ever since." he says to her. "I'm surprised I didn't get cancer yet." Vito then admits. Wendy pretends that she didn't know his backstory and asks him before trying to inhale and exhale her joint again "So where are you and your family from buddy?" Vito then comes up with a nonspecific answer and tells her "I came from the east coast." "Yeah, but where on the east coast?" "New York?" "New Jersey?" "Connecticut?" "Rhode Island?" "Massachusetts?" Nate asks him, making assumptions based on Vito's accent. "New Jersey technically, but we lived in the Greater New York area." "My family has lived there since my great grandfather and his family came to America in 1889 when he was a newborn." he answers him honestly. "Did you really toss that tree like it was nothing because you take steroids or something?" Robbie asks. "OH SURE, I also smoke sherms to make me feel like Superman too." Vito jokes back at Robbie. It surprised everyone. "I'm just fucking with you Rob." Vito spells it out to him. "Don't call me Rob." he tells Vito. "Okay then." Vito answers Robbie, feeling indifferent as he inhales and exhales his cigarette. "Is there a reason why you moved to this redneck town of ours?" Wendy asks him. Vito struggles to come up with an answer for a few seconds. "Why did I move here?" "Well…" he then has flashbacks about all the things he did for the mob, crimes he committed, the things he saw during his life as an outlaw and killer, the drama he and his family have been through, and the people he lost including family and friends before finishing his sentence. "Um dude, aren't you going to answer?" Wendy asks him, getting his attention. "I guess it was because Gravity Falls seemed like it was off the grid." "Too bad it was crawling with federal agents and army men as soon as I got here." Vito ranted, before smoking his cigarette again. "They weren't always here." Wendy tells him. "All of us have grown up here our whole lives and they didn't show up to this town till certain things began popping out of the woodwork and a big event happened here." she tells him, thinking he wouldn't believe her if she told him what exactly happened during the summer. "Yeah I know." "I took a jog to main street to ask for questions why they were here in the first place." "When I got my answers, I thought it was something a crackpot would pull out of his ass and post online." Vito tells her. "Oh." Wendy said, surprised that he's already onto discovering the secrets of Gravity Falls already. Tambry was scrolling through her phone only to find out about Vito's presence during the shootout at Skull Fracture in less than two hours ago through clicking and reading an article about it by the Gravity Falls Gossiper. She was aghast. Tambry then shows the article and its thumbnail of Vito leaving the firefight untouched to her boyfriend on the wheel, who was also rattled by the fact that same man was riding in his van. "Uh Vito, dude." "Were you there during the Skull Fracture firefight?" he asks Vito. He realizes there was no way to talk his way out of this one, everyone was looking at him with strange looks. "Yes, some racist inbreeds mistook me for the wrong guy and tried to kill me after I was done asking questions there." "That was it." he tells them a white lie as he looks away from them. "How did you get in there?" "Aren't you under twenty one?" Wendy asks Vito. "I have a fake ID, they seem pretty lax on checking IDs and rules in general." he tells her. "Wait you have a fake ID?" "That's sick." "How did you get one?" Wendy asks him as she was twirling her hair with one of her fingers. "When I was fifteen in New York City, I lied to the DMV that I turned twenty one recently and they bought it because I had a thick horseshoe mustache and a soul patch when they took my picture." Vito said them. "You had full facial hair at fifteen?" Lee asks him in disbelief. Vito shows a picture of himself on his fake ID, he had bushy facial hair like he said to Wendy, he had a mullet fade and he had an angry frown that showed his teeth had braces back in the day. "Bro, you just made me jealous." Nate replies to him. "It comes in the genetics." Vito lies, to hide how he really grew facial hair at that age. Robbie then touches his face, trying to feel any facial hair expect the two bits on his chin. He mutters to himself that his look like pubic hair, feeling insecure. "Lucky." Lee comments. They hear police sirens nearby them, spooking Vito as he looks through one of the back windows of the rear doors. Police cars did pass by them, three of them, accompanied by a fire truck and a humvee with a soldier mounting fifty caliber turret on top of it. He stares at it with the stolen AR-15 in his hands. "Whoa chill out dude, they don't suspect a thing." Wendy said to Vito. "You can't always be too sure." he said to her as he puts it behind his back, and holds onto the shotgun's barrel, standing the gun up straight. He then inhales and exhales his cigarette. Wendy smokes with him. "You know its like you came in there looking for a fight." Wendy stated. "Look, Wendy." "I don't feel like explaining my life story to you yet." "You seem like a really nice and fun girl to be around, but we've just met." "I'll probably tell you my personal history some other time." Vito says to her. "Is it fine if I talk to you about it privately?" "Tomorrow, sometime during the afternoon if that's okay?" Vito asks Wendy "It's not a date or anything." he then clears up. "Give me a sec V." she tells Vito as she checks her schedule on her flip phone. She has nothing planned for tomorrow. "I'll drop by your house when I'm available." she tells him after exhaling her joint. "Cool." he replies as he smokes his cigarette.
After Robbie drops off Lee and Nate at their homes, they arrive to Redwood Logs on Bigfoot street, in front of both Wendy's and Vito's houses at nine o'clock at night. "Good luck living next to the new school shooter Wendy." Robbie tells her as she gets out of his van with Vito. As Robbie drives off with Tambry, Vito and Wendy stand in front of each on the dirt road, thinking of something to say to each other after a night like this. "You won't tell my parents or little brother about what happened tonight right?" he asks her. "Don't worry dude, I won't." Wendy said to him as Vito was taking his off his black leather gloves and putting them in his jackets pockets. "You promise?" he asks her as he holds out his hand, waiting for her to shake her hand. Wendy shakes his hand and tells him "I promise." "See ya Vito." she tells him as she walks to her house. "See ya." he replied as he also heads back inside his house. She gets in her house through the window to her room, changes to her pajamas, and rests on the bed. "Man, what a night." she says to herself as she off to sleep. Vito enters back in through his window, and puts the weapons he looted from that house in his closet, keeping them hidden inside his suitcases. Vito takes off his leather jacket, utility belt, boots, then his tattered shirt to go take a shower in the bathroom he shares with Al. He had scars on his torso from being slashed with a silver sword one time, and many body tattoos. There's a code of omerta tattoo in small castellar font across his pecks, a switch blade stiletto tattoo on his right forearm, an ace of spades behind a queen of diamonds on his left one, a betsy rose flag on his left shoulder and a sacred heart tattoo on his right. The tattoo on his back is the ghost riders mc insignia, a white, ghostly skull without a jaw bone in blue flames with a black cowboy hat on, and shilouttes of an AKM and an M16 with an underbarrel M203 grenade launcher behind the flaming skull. When he was done washing all the blood and dirt on his face and body and turned the shower off, he puts his pants and underwear back on and opens the door find his mom standing in front of it. She was waiting for him. "So where were you on this jog of yours sweetie?" "Got yourself into trouble again?" she asks him. "Believe or not, stuff just happens mom." Vito tells her as he was going to go to his room. She goes inside with him and closes his door. "For god's sake Vito, shit just doesn't hit the fan." "You went into town for two hours and a half hours and you still got yourself into trouble." "You could've been killed!" she scolds him. "Yeah, but I didn't." "In fact I didn't get a single scratch on me tonight." Vito then lied to Bonnie. "Damn you Vito, you know better than to visit places like that biker bar." "Al idolizes you, and unlike you he doesn't have superpowers." "He can't fight off ten to twenty guys by himself, he can't take several bullets and live, he can't lift a car and flip it sideways, he can't do any of that." "And one day your and your father's actions will one day get him killed, or worse get us all killed if you don't knock off this crap right now." Bonnie finishes her speech to her oldest child, then walks out of Vito's room in tears and closes the door. Vito puts his gym shorts on and goes to bed.
The next day, Vito wakes up at eleven thirty am from a morbid nightmare he had, freaking out and transforming into his first werewolf form for a few seconds before cooling off and transforms back into a human. He slept in extra late. Vito then shaves himself and certain parts of his body before taking a shower. While Wendy back at her house just finished cleaning her bathroom that she shares with her brothers by using her toothbrush because her dad insisted she does it for sneaking off that night, as punishment when she was done making breakfast for the family. To make matters worse for her, Manly Dan then has Wendy get her six year old brother Gus get him out of the outhouse toilet as he was stuck. "Dad, I think I've done enough chores for today." "Can I go outside now?" Wendy asks him shortly after getting Gus unstuck from the outhouse toilet. "Fine but you know the rules." "No drinking, no drugs, no boys, and NO SEX." "If you have sex with anyone, you that you will die, that is a fact." he tells her. "Then why aren't you dead after mom conceived me and my brothers?" she asks. Manly Dan just gets angry and tells her "Because you will, you look like you'll die from penetrated by a man or a woman with her ribbed, black strap on." Wendy sighs and gives him a thumbs up, understanding the rules as she heads to Vito's. Vito gets dressed with his usual attire, equipped with his gear, and carries a brown backback full of the jewerly he stole from Chance's house last night, as he heads to the kitchen to get himself coffee and cereal. He hears his mom Bonnie lecturing the family once again. "One day Jesus Christ will come back to judge every single and each and every one of you." "I can tell just by looking at all of you that you're going to the lake of fire that is hell." "Especially you Anthony and Vito." Bonnie says to them, pointing at them. Anthony gives her a baffled face, whereas Vito stopped caring what his parents thought a long time ago. Vito then sips his coffee, refusing to engage in her discussion. "Wait, me?" "What would I go to hell for?" Al asks his mother. "You'd go to hell for jacking off to those oriental cartoons online." "You objectify women on a daily basis!" Bonnie explains to her son. "What?" "What did I do?" he asks his wife. "Don't get me started husband." Bonnie warned him. While the Neri family was having their banter, Wendy walks up to their front door and knocks on it. They stop talking, and Anthony gets off of his chair to open the door. He opens it to see Wendy in her jade flannel shirt and white tank top underneath it, dark blue jeans, rain boots and blue and white trucker hat with a blue tree, much to his disappointment. "Oh it's you." Anthony says to her with a frown. "Hi mister Lupo, I'm sorry about my dad the other night." "My dad wasn't always like that." "I am just here to hang with your son Vito." she tells him. "Umm… yeah there's no way on god's green earth I'm letting a Corduroy in my house or go anywhere near me or my family after being nearly suffocating to death over a washed out boy band, no thank you." Anthony says to her. Bonnie steps in before Wendy could talk back to him, "Anthony PLEASE SIT YOUR FAT ASS DOWN." she speaks to him. "Thanks for the apology, we really appreciate it." "We promise we won't press charges." she said to Wendy. "You're fucking shitting me?" "Even after that?" Anthony questions her in a very irate tone. "THERE SHOULD BE MORE THAN JUST A MOTHER FUCKING APOLOGY ABOUT THAT MOTHER FUCKING, JUICED UP, MOTHER FUCKING PSYCHOPATH FROM THIS MICK!" Anthony cusses her out in Italian, as Vito pulls his father away from the door. "That's fine just as long as he brings Al with him." Bonnie tells her. "Sweet." Wendy says to Bonnie. Vito was about to say something, but then stops himself from saying what came to his mind. "Where are we going?" Al asks Vito and Wendy, "Outside, we'll take a walk to main street and go to that coffee cafe." he said to his little brother. "Can we go to the arcade afterwards?" he asks Vito. "To unwind yes." he answers Al. "Thanks." he said to Vito. As Al walks out the front door with Vito, Bonnie puts her hands on Vito's shoulders and tells him "Stay out of trouble." "I'll try not to." Vito tells her as he walks away from her to go with Al and Wendy to town.
It is noon and the three were getting close to Gravity Falls' main street, as they were going down the hill on the side of a road. "Like what I was saying, in the movies and on TV when two characters share a bedroom together and turn off the lights, that means they're going to be bumping uglies and smoke afterwards." "It's a rule." Al tells Wendy and his brother. "Do you don't seem like a film buff, that's dad's thing." Vito remarks. "Have you watched anything else other than cartoons and anime?" Vito asks him. "No." "Yes." Al retracts his answer. "I was pretty sure during that movie with the kid and that lion in Texas I watched with my classmates in Harvey Milk middle school, when they shared a room in that one scene, that he got some pussy, literally." Al says to him. Vito gets frustrated with Al for saying that in front of a lady, pinching his nose as he closes his eyes. "Al do you ever consider the shit that comes out of your mouth?" Vito asks him. Wendy compressed her lips, weirded out by Al's absurd statement. "Sometimes I do and sometimes I don't." "I prefer to be straightforward like you and dad." he tells him. "Didn't you say that your dad was the definiton of a dead beat?" Wendy asks Al. "Some traits I want to inherit from my parents, and there's some I don't want." Al answers her. "Like as much as I want to still talk to them and hang with them despite them being them, I cannot stand living with them." Al tells her. "I have the same feelings about my family too Al, we're in the same boat." Wendy tells him. "Preach sister." he replied to her. "And about what you said earlier, you SHOULD consider it Al, don't ever talk like this when you go back to school." "Just because I was like that once, doesn't mean you should be too." Vito tells him. "Yeah whatever V." Al replied while he rolls his eyes at Vito, hands inside his pockets, looking down at the ground. "Guys look we're here." Wendy tells them both as they step foot into main street. "So where's the cafe?" Al asks. "I never seen it." Vito tells him. "It's more classy than that bar Vito's been to." "Follow me boys." Wendy tells the Neri brothers.
When they reach the local cafe, it was a googie style coffee shop that also served pastries, snacks, sandwiches and beverages called "Joe's Mocha." Joe's Mocha cafe was to the right of the local gun store Vito was looking up yesterday on his phone, and it was right across the street from the only video rental store left in town called "Rose Tinted Tapes and Discs." "So whatcha want Al?" Vito asks him as they get inside. "A pit cola, I don't know what it is but I want one." Al tells him. "Roger." "Do you mind if I pay for your order Wendy?" Vito asks her, his voice cracks again. "Awesome, I'll pay for yours dude, thanks." she tells him. She thought it was a very sweet gesture. Al gets his pit cola, Vito orders one along with a BLT and fries, and Wendy gets a glass of water with a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. They chose a table by one of the windows, Al sits with Vito and Wendy gets a seat for herself. As they were eating and chatting about music and movies, sharing stories, and laughing, Al says to them after finishing his meal "I'll be back, I gotta go to the john." "I think I know what it's like to be a pregnant woman now, except I'm going to give birth to a giant turd followed by liquid shit and piss at the same time." he then comments and looks for the bathroom. "Thanks for sharing kid!" Wendy says to Al. "Jeez Vito, you, your dad and probably your mom have quite a colorful vocabulary." Wendy tells him. "We came from New Jersey so…. Yeah." Vito says to her. "Yeah that does make sense now that I think about it." she said to him, chuckles. "Vito, do you have a girlfriend?" she asks him as she fixes her hair bit. "Had, I don't want to talk about it." "I am not in the mood to get into relationships right now, but I do want a girlfriend at some point but I don't know anyone in this town." "Do you want to get into one or are you in one?" he asks her as he takes a sip of his pit cola. It tasted too sweet for his tastes, and takes a look around to see if anyone will spot him taking out his flask of whiskey. He sees the same man in the trench coat that was following him before in the cafe. Vito chooses not to say anything. "Ugh, no I hate relationships." "Especially when we're so young ya know." "Guys are just so selfish, I might give girls a try though." she admits as she stops fixing her hair, while Vito was scanning the place. He stops scanning the room once she talked about dating girls. "Hold on, you said you thought about dating girls?" he asks her in astonishment, blinking a few times while asking her. "Yeah, do you have a problem with that?" Wendy asks while raising an eyebrow at him. "What?" "No, not at all." he says to her, with his voice cracking more than usual when he was around Wendy last night. "The thing is that I was raised in a more.." Vito coughs before finishing his statement "traditionalist family." "It's hard for me to get used to particular lifestyles." he confesses. "Ooooooooh, I get it." Wendy says to him, empathizing with him. "You're not pissed at me Wendy?" "No, I'm not." she replied to him. "Most of the town is full of people like that, people with sticks up their asses like in the movie footloose." "I've gotten kind of used to it." she adds. "By the way, about the conversation you had with me and my friends in the van." "I got this strange feeling that you weren't completely honest about yourself Vito." "Is something up?" she asks. "Frankly, I got this strange feeling that I can trust you more than anyone in this town." he gives in. He begins to whisper to her. "I am a werewolf and former soldier for the Moretti crime family, and I was the most reliable one." "I did a lot of things back in New York that I am not proud of." "I worked for it's Don and various other shady people as a hitman, robber, loan shark, drug dealer, people smuggler, and so forth." "I've been a crook ever since I was ten years old." he confesses to her in deep regret as he pours whiskey into his glass of Pit Cola. "You're a werewolf?" she asks, acting like she didn't hear of this from Al. "Yes." "I am." "I can resist gunshots and slashes from blades, and bashings from blunt objects as long as they're not made of a certain metal." "I got an unnatural sense of smell and hearing, unbelievable amount of strength, speed, and agility that no human being has that isn't a werebeast like myself." "I've been this animal, this freak almost as long as I've been a gangster." he goes on as he chugs his drink. "How did you get them?" she asks, while noticing him chugging his beverage like a frat boy. He then tells her "Puberty hit me like a truck ever since I got my powers from a priest who I thought was a friend, after he did unspeakable things to me." "That's how I grew facial hair and how my voice sounds deeper than most teenage boys." he explained. "He told me if I thought about killing him and go after him, I'd turn into a beast that'd end up killing my family instead." "You can guess what happened." "I don't know how I didn't." "I just have that much will." "I haven't seen that sick fuck ever since." he tells her. "Did the mob know that you are a werewolf?" she asks as she takes a bite of her grilled cheese sandwich. "My dad who was also in the mob as a soldier, later to capo after they discovered my abilities." "They tested my supernatural powers." "My dad and his mob friends trained me to steal, to lie, to fight, to kill, and to survive." "It went to a point where I could even turn into one during the day." he tells her as he enjoys his meal. "What about during a full moon?" she asked him before sipping her drink. "I can barely control myself during one." "I want my old life back without being involved with all of that crap, without losing so many friends and family, and getting this damn curse." "It… it… it… it all ruined me, it ruined my life." he tells her. "Fucking hell V." "I am so sorry all of that happened to you." Wendy tells him, showing sympathy. Vito gets his act together before sobbing. "Don't be sorry, it's fine." "I couldn't tell your friends." he reminded her as he finishes his drink. "All I can do now is try to live a new, normal life and go straight if that's even possible." he added. "My first day happened yesterday I've already gotten into trouble." he said with an angry frown. "Of course those racist assholes would be here!" "God damn fourteen eighty eighters!" Vito raises his voice as he slams their table with his fists multiple times, stopping his whispering. "Simmer down there buddy." "I get it." Wendy tells him. "Did you ever get shot at before?" he asks her. "Ummm… no, but I did escape death multiple different times last summer." "You wouldn't believe the things I went up against with my friends and the Pines family." she tells him as she eats the rest of her sandwich. "I can imagine." "Hard to believe we saw those midgets with those red dunce hats hiding in the woods." "I thought me and my brother were hallucinating when we noticed them and heard one of them say some nonsense." "Was it 'she bullocks,' 'sho-lock,' or was it 'Shmebulock?'" he asks. "I have no idea what that senile keebler elf looking thing said or what it means." she replies. "Why were those douche bags trying to kill you?" she then asks before finishing her tomato soup. "I may or may have not been a very close associate of the Ghost Riders Motorcycle Club." "I often hung out with them to avoid the stress of living with my parents, and helped them with various jobs much to my dad's ire and his mobster friends." "Not that the Moretti crime family didn't use them as a proxy." he tells her. "Smart move on their part." she comments. "Yeah it was." "I didn't enjoy the fact that Don Moretti used my friends as cannon fodder for their deeds." "The Don is or WAS the king of con men." he said to Wendy. "He doesn't sound very nice." she said to Vito in agreement. "No shit, he is also dense as tungsten." "He pretended to be a champion of the ninety nine percent in New York against the bankers and porkies on wall street when he was and still is just as greedy and scummy as them during and years after the great recession." "Don Orlando Moretti scammed people around the world into giving money to his various charities, most of the profits went to him and it, along with his businesses he used for money laundering made him into a multi billionaire." "He even tricked me into whacking people who had nothing to do with that housing bubble after I was done whacking those responsible." "He had such a high opinion of himself that he started a two year turf and drug war that ended in over forty thousand deaths in greater new york." he tells her. "Wow, so you fought in the Moretti-Acosta drug war in New York City?" she asked him, awestruck. "Yes, it was as grisly as you'd expect." "The Acostas are a crime syndicate from Mexico that doesn't fuck around in the slightest run by a sadistic trillionare kingpin by the name of Samuel Acosta." "I'd wager they'd give the g-men and the soldiers that came with them to this town a serious fight, because out of all the crime families and gangs in my old home and across the globe, they're the most dangerous because of how militarized and ruthless they are." "Don Orlando Moretti convinced the other gangs and crime families, including his old nemesis, irish mob boss Keenan Gallagher and his crime family to side with him against the cartel and they still lost." "The Acostas carry automatic firearms, anti-material rifles, RPGs, and weaponized drones in broad daylight while wearing body armor, helmets with nods, and riding in stolen trucks and vans they turn into technicals, gun trucks, and into one of those fucking narco tanks." Vito adds. "Yeah I've heard about them too." "One time, when I was hanging with my usual group that you met in Robbie's van sometime when I was in eighth or ninth grade, Thompson, one of my other friends was dared into watching a bunch of gory Acosta torture and execution pics and videos on Red Room leak by the boys, and I'm pretty sure they gave him nightmares for several weeks." "He went on and on about the things they'd do to people who cross them, waterboarding, rat torture, electrocution of privates with car batteries, cutting off limbs with a chainsaw, inserting various items in certain holes, and having animals mount them or rip them apart." "I saw them myself to see and I threw up a few times." "They just post them on social media without a care for all to see." she admits. "Did you also know they do it to women and children too?" he asks her. She nods yes. "So now you know why I really came here, me and my dad ratted our boss out and the feds moved us here after we convinced them to let me go, even after all the things that I have done with these bloody hands." he confesses to her. "When you first saw me out of that house, my hands were quite bloody." "Weren't they?" he asks her as he holds his hands up for her to see. Wendy didn't know how to respond to his question as her moves around, holding one of her arms, feeling a bit awkward. The pause of silence lasts for about ten seconds until Vito puts his hands down and shakes his head in frustration. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to waste your time." "I didn't expect this to turn into some uncomfortable therapy session." he apologized to her and stands up from the table, about to leave the cafe. Wendy also stands up from the table and puts her hand on his shoulder and says "Dude, dude, no need to say sorry or leave." "I actually knew." she divulges. Vito is confounded turns toward her and takes a few steps back. "What the hell?" "Qué diablos?" "Che diavolo?" "Are you a fed or PDA agent?" he asks her. "No Vito, I am not." "Just chill the heck out man." "Everyone is staring at us." she tells him. "Then how did you know!?" he asks her. Half of the people in the cafe paused to hear her answer. They identified him from the shootout at Skull Fracture. Wendy didn't want to answer. Her cheeks turned red. Al gets out of the bathroom and walks toward their table. "Hey Wendy." "Hey big bro." "What did I miss?" he asks after greeting them. He looks at his older brother as Vito gives a dirty look in response, believing that Al told Wendy about their background. Wendy turns around to Al, who is very freighted. "I'm sorry Al." "Me and my friends pressed him to spill the beans when we bumped into him." As that happens inside the cafe, a group of four armed men with rifles and a machine gun get off of a pick up truck that has a flag of Cascadia mounted on it's back as it parks a few blocks away from the Gravity Falls bank, by the arcade across the street from Joe's Mocha from it's front. One of the people in the cafe points at the gunmen and tells their friends about it. Vito and Wendy overhear their conversation and look outside. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" "NOT AGAIN!" Vito complains as he gets out his handgun, Maria. "Oh shit." she said to herself while Vito bitches. "Guys I think something horrible is about to happen!" "Everyone duck!" she instructs the crowd. Everyone ducks for cover. One person gets shot as one of the gunmen opens fire at the cafe with a machine gun, he failed to pay attention as he was on his phone. People inside were panicking and some of them ran out of the building through the back. The gunman stops firing at the cafe, then struggles to run away, trying to catch up with his chums to the bank. Vito, Wendy and Al take cover together behind their table, with Al huddling towards Wendy like a lost puppy. Vito drops his backpack of loot next to her. "I cannot believe I have to use maria again this week." "AGAIN." he tells Al and Wendy. "Wait?" "What are you going to do V?" Wendy asks. "He's going to stop a terrorist attack from happening." Al tells her. "Wendy, stay here and keep my brother safe." Vito tells Wendy. "What about the others?" Wendy asks him. "They're not my problem, just keep Al safe and I'll do what I have to do." he then said to them after heading outside. "Be careful V!" she tells him as he runs outside to take care of business. Vito takes cover behind the parked pick up truck, leans out and notices the gunman that shot up Joe's Mocha was severely out of shape and obese. He was three yards away from the truck and was out of breath already. "Hey fatass!" "Mind if I play a tuba around you?!" he shouts at him, provoking him. He turns around and Vito shoots him between the eyes twice. One of the gunmen heard those shots and turns toward the truck. "Gator has been shot!" "We've got a hero here!" he tells his compatriots as Vito sprints toward Gator's M60, grabs it and takes cover behind a mailbox. Vito shoots at the gunmen, dual wielding his handgun and a machine gun without a problem despite difficulty aiming and getting shot in the leg. The wound regenerates and Vito shoots one back but in the neck with his pistol, as he shoots at the two remaining gunmen with the M60 in his left hand, but misses one of them and ends up trashing the trash bins, windows, newspaper dispensers, and couple of parked cars. Vito shot another gun man in both legs while he was covering the last gunman. "Alex!" the last gunman says to Alex, who's laying down on the sidewalk, bleeding out and screeching in pain. The last gunman breaks through a window an abandoned buildings by Big Gunz Laser Tag and leaps inside. Vito shoots at him with the machine gun but misses. He tosses it away to after him inside. Vito takes cover by one of the ways and is gets his flashlight out and holds it with his other hand, but then his mysterious stalker shows up. "You again?" he asks the stranger in the trench coat and fedora. "Yes its me again Vito." "And don't worry I got this." he tells him as the man lets one of his arms out, with his fingers besides his thumb on his head with the other one. Vito leans out of cover anyway to find the last man. Vito's flashlight points at him inside the abandoned building, which was a bar that is now littered with rat feces, crumbled up newspapers, broken bits of glass and a stained mattress. The gunman had dropped his rifle, his skin was slowly peeling off from his arms, legs and face, he's twitching more and more like he was having seizure or was being possessed. "What's up with him?" Vito asks the mysterious stranger. "Watch and see." he tells Vito. The gunman's hair sets on fire, and his eyes become white while he shrills. Vito takes cover again, and then the top of his body explodes and blood and guts splatter all over the place, getting some on the stranger's coat. "Who and what the blazing hell are you old man?" Vito asks. The man takes off his trench coat and hat to show himself, he had a dark blue collared shirt and tan khaki pants underneath that trench coat, and he had a scar on his left eyebrow. "I am Malik Bylilly, captain of PAD cell in Gravity Falls of Roadkill County, Oregon called Thunderbird squad, former werebeast and wizard." Malik introduces himself.
Wendy and Al were still in Joe's Mocha as Vito begins to met Malik. "The gunshots stopped." "I think we should be safe to go out once I check just to be sure they're down." Wendy tells Al as she begins to crawl. "Can I come just to see if Vito is okay?" he asks her. "Sure, but stay low and keep behind me." she tells him. Al then goes prone and crawls behind her. "There's broken glass everywhere, I think I got cut." "You got a bandaid?" he asks her. "Don't fret, it's just blood." she tells him as they crawl. "Stop." she tells Al as they reach the doorway out. "I need to make sure nobody that's a threat is out there." she says to him as she reaches out her phone to see whats happening through the reflection on it. Wendy sees that its Vito and a man taking off his trench coat. "It's safe, and Vito is alive." "Thank god." Wendy said as she and Al stand up. They run up the street towards Al's brother. The local police and army men stationed there also arrive on the scene. Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland see Vito and recognize him from the Skull Fracture firefight. They go up to him and Malik.
"Vito you're alive!" Wendy said as she runs up to him with Al by her side. "Thanks for keeping my brother safe Wendy, you're my new best friend." Vito thanks her. "Are you still mad at me?" Al asks him. "No Al, I'm just happy you're still breathing." Vito tells him with a smile. "These your friends Vito?" Malik asks him. "They are, they're close to me." "One is close too me already." Vito answers him. "Alright outlaw, your time at the shooting gallery is over punk." Sheriff Blubs tells Vito in a firm voice, with his cuffs ready. "I JUST SAVED PEOPLE'S LIVES COPPER!" Vito shouts at him. "Yeah man he just dealt with these Cascadian militia guys all by himself in less than a minute like a professional!" "Are you seriously arresting him for a heroic act like this?" Wendy tells Blubs and Durland off. "Yeah up yours you fucking pigs!" "Go back to the dunkin donuts PO PO!" Al screams at them, giving them the bird. Blubs and Durland gasped at Al flipping them off. "ENOUGH." Malik orders Vito, Wendy and Al. "Officers I'm with the PAD on behalf of Washington DC, and I order you two to let this man go at once, he's a valuable asset to Uncle Sam and his allies, before I have you two suspended from the force." Malik commands Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland as he shows them his card, proof that he is a secret PAD agent. "The PAD who?" Durland asks. "I'm one of the men in suits who're with the Paranormal Activities Division that are accompanied by the US military, specifically the SECU, Supernatural Environment Combat Unit." Malik explains. "Okay.. okay secret agent man, you're in charge." "Me and my boy.. I mean partner will be our way." Blubs said to Malik as he and Durland back way from them. "We need to talk Vito." "Your friends can wait by the cafe." Malik said to Vito. "Can we talk by the arcade down the street?" Vito asks. "Affirmative." Malik tells him as they head to the sidewalk outside of the arcade, while Wendy and Al head by the cafe.
"Malik is there any reason why on god's green earth they sent to to this town out of all the places in this country for me and my family to start a new life in?" "My first day in this town consisted of me getting shot at by rival bikers." "Are they trying to get me and everyone around me killed?" he asks him. "I honestly don't know why Witness Protection would bring you here, but I am here to recruit you as a new paranormal investigator in my team." "I've read your files and I know all about you and your past." "I know what you got into last night Vito Neri." Malik speaks to him telepathically. "How are you talking to me inside my mind?" "And how did you know?" he asks Malik out loud. "Quiet." "You're making a fool of yourself by speaking to me out loud, thank the police sirens for drowning you out so you won't look crazy." "I'm a wizard in case you forgot Vito, I am capable of lots of things." he speaks to him telepathically. "Man I want to dig that milf out like a bowl of outmeal." Vito thinks to himself while looking at a short, thin, young brunnette woman with wide hips that's wearing a pink sweater and dark khaki pants behind a police barrier. "I can still hear your thoughts." Malik tells him. "Forget I thought that." Vito said to him. "I figured that you were the one who blew up a Children of Lamia safehouse since this isn't your first brazen stunt." Malik answers him. "What brazen stunts?" Vito asks him, acting like he didn't do anything in Greater New York. "Vito, I know all about them." Malik calls out Vito's bluff. "I know you robbed a series of banks in your area for Don Moretti for years." "I know you quote dealt with those russian oligarchs that Ronald Lump owed money to when you were in Moscow back in February of 2011." "I know you smuggled illegal immigrants into the city on behalf of various elites, especially for the northwest family." "At least you rescued their daughter Pacifica from some Triads and their warlock leader in 2008 at little china." Malik notes. "At least it was a good deed for once." Vito tells him. "Like I was saying, I know you sold various narcotics to people in Coney Island, even other children." "I know you're the one who killed Bank of America CEO Kevin Lewis through a car bomb back in 2009, Morgan Stanley CEO John Mack with a scoped barret fifty cal, and Goldman Sachs CEO Llyod Blankfein through a werewolf attack in central park at night, all during the same year alongside their lawyers." "And I of course know you're a veteran of the Moretti-Acosta drug war that turned New York into a warzone." Malik reminds him. "Can we start talking with our mouths again?" Vito asked Malik. "I really don't like having my mind read by anyone." he explained. "Yes we can." Malik spoke to Vito out loud. "Yes, THANK YOU." Vito says, alleviated. "About that offer to join your team, I don't think I can be both a high school student and a secret paranormal investigator." "And why recruit a lowlife like me?" Vito asked after expressing his main concern. "Like others within the PAD and federal government, we believe we can use your abilities to help us study these anomalies without hassle with your brawn." "And you won't have to worry, we will give you a cover story that you are a part time worker at a tourist trap called the Mystery Shack." "It's where the safe house for Thunderbird Squad." "Principal Brad Jones and Vice Principal Michael Barker will believe it." Malik assures Vito. "Am I going to get paid if I agree to join you?" "If so much much and what's the catch?" "And what is the Thunderbird squad like?" he asks Malik. "You'll get a starting salary of forty five thousand dollars a year, plus benefits that include free healthcare, an early retirement at fifty five if you like, and paid vacations as long as you don't use too many days off, all provided by the US government." "Thunderbird squad like many other PAD cells around the globe are made up of scientists like myself who do research on these mysteries and grunts like what you seeing in Gravity falls right now, walking in the streets and patrolling roads with automatic weapons in tanks and helicopters to deal with unnatural threats." Malik explains. "And the catch?" Vito asks him. "You'll get drug tests, have to follow orders, and obey the rule of law." Malik tells him. "You're joking right?" "Do you even know who you're talking to partner?" Vito asks Malik, confused. "I know it's a tall order for you but are you going to join my team or not?" he asks Vito. "Fine I will, but only to support my family and nothing more." Vito answers him in a blunt manner. "Understood." "Meet me at the mystery shack tomorrow morning at zero nine hundred, you're dismissed." Malik orders him. "I don't even know what that means sir." Vito tells him. "Just go to the mystery shack at nine in the morning tomorrow." Malik tells him before he teleports himself to the mystery shack through a spell, like he threw a smoke bomb.
While Vito and Malik talk. Wendy and Al talk to one another by Joe's Mocha, as police were at the crime scene, getting out a body bag and collecting evidence. "You know, back there minutes ago, you acted like my brother would, but in a more calm way." Al told her. "He'd also teach me all sorts of stuff like how to defend myself through MMA techniques and moves when I was being bullied, or how to use a knife or a gun." he adds on. "Please tell me he doesn't yell at you like my dad does with me and my brothers." Wendy says to him. "No, only when I do something wrong in his eyes." "I can tell he cares, but the thing is, I only want to be as badass as him, but he keeps preventing me from doing so because he says I was being 'an idiot' or 'jerk off.'" he says to her. "That's what I don't understand about the new him." "He acts like he's my dad." he goes on. "Come on man, at least he doesn't beat you or guilt trip you." "Plus he taught you how to stick up for yourself and your friends." "I don't even think I'd have the gull to cuss out a cop and flip one off like that." Wendy tells him, reminding Al that Vito is solely looking after him. "True." "Us Ne… Lupos were born blunt and loud." "We're like honey badgers." he tells her. "I just wish I had a different kind of life, and… me and my family don't know this area at all and aren't used to this bumpkin lifestyle." "It looks like there's nothing to do here." "I didn't want us to go from rags to riches, only to be brought down to rags again." he says to her, kicking a piece of rubble down the street. "That's not true Al, there's more to this town than just that arcade." "I might look for those gnomes we saw on the way here out of curiosity, in case you want to come with me tomorrow." she then offers him. "Sure, but what if something bad comes up?" Al asks her. "I'll bring my crossbow, axes, medkit and other supplies in case we bump into trouble." Wendy answers him. "Crossbow?" "This is the twenty first century, not the medieval times." "Why not bring gats with us?" he asks. "Guns will attract too much attention, even with suppressors and we need to be sneaky and quiet, plus the guns my dad has are super duper illegal and will bring the ATF at my door." Wendy explains. "I'll just steal my dad's and we'll get subsonic ammo and an oil filter to use it as such." Al tells her. "I don't have subsonic ammunition dude, sorry." she tells him. "What about your other friends that bumped into Vito while he was out hunting pedos?" Al asks her. "They're going to need a break from Vito for at least awhile, that night shook them up pretty badly." "I think even he was too rowdy for almost half of my friends that night." "Robbie even called him a future school shooter after seeing him covered in blood and decked out with so much firepower and before he blew up that house." "I don't know what my best friend Tambry thinks of him." "On the bright side, Lee and Nate thought he cool, very scary but cool." she revealed. "What did he find that night other than kill and rob a pedo?" he asks her. "Dude, trust me when I say this, the less you know the better." Wendy shortens it for him. "Okay, I'll go with you, just tell me when you're ready." "Here's my phone number." Al tells her as he gives Wendy his phone number on a piece of paper. "Nice, thanks man." she says to him. They then see Malik disappear like he there was a trap door from underneath him. They walk to Vito at the arcade entrance. "So you guys ready to waste some quarters?" Wendy asks them as she gives Vito his backpack of goodies. "Hell yeah!" Al says with excitement. "Sure." Vito said, feeling aloof. They then both head inside to play video games.
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