theshipper101's Random One Shots and Short Stories

The Hunted (Gravity Falls Monsters AU/Bill Hunter AU)

Bill swore under his breath as he bit off a piece of his jerky. He'd been out here in the cold for three dang days and still hadn't seen a single deer! Not even a doe!

There was a faint rustle in the bushes and Bill froze. There it was again! He slowly reached for his gun and aimed it towards the bush.

Meanwhile, Dipper had had a long night of running. Last night had been a full moon and Wendy seemed to want only deer meat. He'd been out all night, took a few wrong turns, and now was lost in the woods. Every noise he heard made him want to bold.

Stupid deer instincts, Dipper thought. Wendy scared away all predators within three or four miles of the Mystery Shack and all the townsfolk aren't allowed to hunt when half of us are partially what we usually hunt.

But Dipper couldn't shake off the feeling in his gut that made his hair stick up. His ears and nose twitched nervously. He noticed how heavy his steps were and started to take lighter ones.

Dipper hadn't been watching where he was going and he tripped over a root, falling into a bush. He let out a small grunt and tried to get his feet under him, but couldn't. Stupid deer legs, Dipper thought.

Then he heard it. The sound of a gun being taken off its safety. He froze. You must be hearing things, Dipper thought urgently. There's no more hunters in Gravity Falls.

Then, he heard footsteps. Just the slightest sound, yet his sensitive ears heard them. His deer instincts told him to run, but he held onto the bush, knowing he'd be shot if he ran.

Bill slowing approached the bush. He couldn't hear anything, but the bush was shaking slightly. The bush was easily large enough for a buck to hide in, or at least a doe.

Bill poked the bush with the barrel of this gun. There was definitely something in there, but it didn't bolt.

Dipper tried to hold completely still, beads of sweat trickling down his face. A gun barrel hit him in the shoulder, and it took all his will not to bolt. He hardly noticed then a hunter drew back the bush and found the cervitaur. When his eyes met the hunter's, the deer took over and he tried to bolt.

Bill had gotten a good look at the deer. He hadn't shot it because he was so surprised at what the heck it was. The deer/child tried to run, but Bill grabbed him around his little deer body. Dipper let out a surprised bleat and tried to escape the hunter's hands. The hunter was practically holding him upside down, so he clawed at his arm, still bleating.

Bill thought about what an interesting freak of nature this was. It would sell nicely stuffed. Or, maybe not. He was part human, and just a child. He grabbed a piece of rope and painfully tied the kid's arms behind his back, which, once again, made him bleat.

Dipper was surprised that the hunter hadn't shot him. His arms were tied behind his back and the hunter was inspecting him way too much. He'd had enough when he'd grabbed Dipper's ears and tugged on them. Dipper let out a yelp and tried to slip out of the hunter's grasp.

Bill sat across from the deer/kid. Dipper refused to look up, expecting a bullet in his chest at any time. Sweat poured down his face as the hunter kept staring at him.

This thing could be worth millions! Bill thought. And that would be just his skin! Imagine if I took him alive? Besides, no one would believe me without proof...

Bill grabbed a chain out of his bag and a piece of leather. He tied the leather into a makeshift collar and tied the chain to it.

Dipper hadn't looked up, so he had no idea what Bill was planning. He heard the hunter sigh. "It'd be such a waste to kill."

Suddenly, the hunter had attacked Dipper and put the makeshift collar around the cervitaur's neck and pulled on the chain. "But you know what happens if you run away." Bill said with a grin and made a slicing motion across his neck. The boy shivered.

The hunter stood, slung his bag over his shoulder, and started to drag the deer/boy behind him. Dipper struggled to get his legs to work they were shaking so hard.

"You've got a name, kid?" Bill asked.

Dipper didn't answer. He couldn't get his tongue to work.

"What? Can you talk?" Bill asked.

Dipper still didn't answer. Bill shrugged off his silence and whistled to himself as he dragged the boy through the woods to his little log cabin.

Dipper tried to keep the collar from rubbing on the back of his neck, but nothing he did helped. His entire body was quivering in fear.

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Bill dragged the boy over one more hill and they'd made it to his house in the woods. A pair of his prize buck antlers hung over his front door, which made Dipper's heart shoot up to his throat. He quivered as he was dragged under it inside.

The inside of the house was worse. Animal heads hung on the walls and the whole place smelled of death. Bear pelts were used as rugs and blankets.

Bill looked around the house to see where he could put the boy. He gave up and dragged the cervitaur outside again and chained him to a post. Then he gave him a dish of water and dog food. "Not really sure what you eat, but that'll be fine for tonight at least."

Dipper looked at the food skeptically with disgust. He was never going to eat that! And what was with the water dish? He had arms for a reason. Well, actually not. They were tied behind his back. But still!

Actually, Bill had left the ropes on for a reason. The boy could easily undo the leather and he'd lose his prize.

"Night, kid," Bill said with a yawn. It'd been a long day and, despite the boy's size, his deer half was pretty heavy. And he dragged his little deer butt a good two miles or so!

Bill slammed the door on Dipper. Dipper leaned against the pole he was tied to a started to sob uncontrollably. He'd probably never see his family ever again.