Monster Falls

7: The Truth Comes Out

Stan groaned, walking up the stairs to get into his room. He was especially annoyed because whenever he tried to walk straight, his large wings would scrape the sides of the wall and make a loud, unpleasant sound. And he didn't want to wake the kids up, especially when he looked like this. But he needed to check on them. If this whole monster thing had freaked Ford out so much, who knows what it could've done to this them?

Stanley turned at the attic door, hesitating. He didn't exactly want Dipper and Mabel to see how he looked like this, Pretty terrifying, I'm sure, he thought, looking at his grey, taloned hands. Taking a deep breath, he gulped, stepping in. Stan paused when he saw the two figures lying on-- and off-- of their beds. He furrowed his brows. "Kids?"
Dipper, whom was lying on the floor with papers spread out all around him had the furry flank of a deer, and floppy ears. And on her bed, was Mabel, who had a large golden horn and the lower half of a horse. The gargoyle groaned. Great. Stan winced when Dipper's ears twitched and he raised his head. He saw Dipper blink, then fear slowly seep into his eyes. He sprang up, screaming.

"AHHH!"

Stan lunged forward, putting his rocky arms in front of him. "Relax, Dipper! It's me!"

Dipper blinked, scratching the top of his head. "G-grunkle Stan?"

Stan smiled. "See you touched that weird witchy water too huh? And your sister," he said, gesturing to Mabel.

Dipper laughed awkwardly. "Yeah..." he cleared his throat, looking over at Mabel on her bed, her horn pulsing with pink light. The cervitaur sighed.

"Worried about your sister?"

Dipper huffed, walking over to Stan, who noted the slight wobbling of his legs.

"I'm not necessarily worried--just--just freaked out!" He looked at Stan, slightly wincing when he saw his sharp teeth. "Ugh! This is so weird!" Dipper exclaimed, sitting down.

Stan sat down beside him, accidentally hitting his--lower half with his wing. "Sorry."

Dipper sighed. "No, it's alright." He chuckled. "How many times am I gonna get hit with weird curse-y body parts today?"

"More then you can count!" Stan said, tickling his nephew.

"Hey, stop!" Dipper chortled, giggling.

"What's going on?" Spoke a feminine voice.

They both stopped. Dipper slapped his forehead. "Shoot. We woke her up."

Mabel accidentally made her horn flash a bright pink light, shocking the two on the floor. "No, I just heard Dipper's little laughs and it pulled me out of a deeeep sluuumber." She dragged on the last two words, closing her eyes. Snapping them open again, she stared deeply at her uncle. "Ooh! I like your wings!"

Stan chuckled awkwardly, standing up. "Heh--yeah--um-- Maybe you kids should get back to bed--because it's, uh, late, and you're probably tired and--"

"Are you okay, Grunkle Stan?" Mabel asked, head tilted.

Dipper was looking up at him with a concerned expression.

Stan sighed, hesitant. "It's--Yeah. Yeah I'm okay, kid." He smiled, looking at Mabel. "Thanks for asking," he continued, giving the girl a thumbs-up.