Monster Falls

...But Not As Bad As Wolves

(Authors note: ok, this story takes place right after the end of season 1, and just before season 2.)

Dipper dreamed he was dead. It sure had felt like it, though. Maybe he was dead.

Dipper floated through shinning silver gates, looking around in wonder. "Not yet, Pine Tree..." He heard a voice and spun around. Suddenly, he was yanked down by his ankle. Throbbing pain filled his body, and he opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. He was dragged deeper and deeper, a ghostly laughter taunting him.

Then he woke up.

Dull pain filled his legs and head. His head lay on the grass, the rest of his body submerged in the river. He grasped for a handhold, and tried to pull himself up, only to fail. The moon was high in the sky, shinning on him like a spotlight. He must have been out for a while. He heard snickering, and turned around to a shocking sight. Bill, in a human body. His own body.

He was tall, around 5'8. His hair was black and flat on one side, and on the other side, it was golden, mostly kept in place, except for a part that stuck up. A little top hat floated above the golden part, somehow. He wore a golden suit, a tuxedo at the top. It stopped before his waistline began, and had a long coat tail in the back. He also wore a small, black bow tie. His pants were long and black, also with black boots. He sleeves and thick gloves were also black. He had a regal face, with pale yellow eyes with black slits for pupils. One eye was covered by a triangle-shaped piece of black cloth.

"So good to have a body! Although, this one isn't very replaceable. Shame." He stuck out his hand, examining it. He closed it, turning it into a fist. Bill smirked, looking down on him with cold eyes. I mean, eye.

"Although, mine's defiantly not as bad as yours." He gave a raspy laugh, closing his eye. Dipper struggled to pull himself out of the water, and this time succeeded. His... Deer legs... Emerged on land. Dipper screamed skidding backward. He new legs were numb, but moveable.

"What did you do to me!" Dipper screamed. He went to adjust his hat, and his hand brushed past fur on the side of his head. He quickly felt, and discovered they were his ears, and suppressed a shriek. Howling came up from the woods, filling his new ears with the sound. His body screamed run, but he was weak.

"Well, time for the end! Have fun!" Bill exclaimed. He turned, flicked his cane, and walked into the woods. Dipper heard snarling behind him. He turned, struggling to get to his hooves. The shook, but he didn't fall. Pairs of glowing eyes advanced toward him, snarling. Then the first wolf lunged.

The wolves pelt blended with darkness, so Dipper could barely see it. Dipper ran, jumping the river, and into the forest, zig-zagging back and forth. He felt them behind him, keeping up and closing in. Dipper ran faster, hoping to lose them. A wolf appeared in front of him, suddenly. It lunged at his legs, fans bared. Dipper crashed to the ground in a heap of pain.

The end is coming for me, he thought, as he waited for the teeth to dig into his flesh. But it never came.