Monster Falls

Got grass?

The mob had already dispersed and Dipper had already explained why there had been a mob in the first place. Everyone had gone to mess with their new monster "powers" and Dipper, well he knew all deer could do. He had found an article on deer online and knew his deer parts were useless. Or next to useless. He could hear better, for one. But it didn't justify it. Since he was only 12 his antlers weren't big enough to do anything but make his head throb and he still had fawn spots.

 He was also having troubles trying to watch TV. He first tried to sit on the couch, but his deer body forbade it. Angry at his own legs, Dipper settled on the floor, only to realize how hungry he was. Sure, he had kinda gotten better at pushing himself up, but it was a workout every time. By the time he finally got his deer legs to unfold, his stomach growled at him angrily. 

He made his way to the fridge and grabbed a Pitt cola. He popped the lid and a soft hiss came out. He tipped the can over into his mouth, expecting the luxurious taste of a soda, and got a mouthful of yuck. He spat it out in the sink and stared at the can.

"Have these gone bad? Or did Mabel put Mabel juice in this one?" He asked the can, wiping the taste from his mouth with a glass of water. Dipper emptied the can in the sink and tossed it into the recycle bin. He searched the fridge for something to eat, but nothing really sounded good. 

Then he remembered how his instincts took over when he saw the monster people.

Oh no. He groaned to himself. He hesitantly went outside and checked to see if anyone was around. Good, no one to see my humiliation. He thought as he saw no one, and heard no one, around. He folded his legs neatly beneath him onto an especially soft patch of grass. He pulled out a blade of grass with his hand and raised it level with his eye. He inspected the tiny blade and sniffed it. It smelled... Good? 

He sighed and put a corner in his mouth to suck a little bit. A sweet juice of deliciousness filled his mouth. He but down on the blade and quickly ate it, craving more.

Dipper didn't know how much grass he pulled and ate, and at the moment, he didn't care. Until a sound pulled his ear. He stopped eating and turned in the direction of the sound. 

"This isn't what it looks like," Dipper said pulling a blade of grass off his lip.

"Sure it is Bambi," Gruncle Stan said laughing. "You're eating grass!?" He bent over laughing. Dipper turned a vibrant shade of red and wobbled to his legs, brushing of dirt and grass from his legs. 

"You won't tell anyone will you?" Dipper asked quietly, looking at the ground shamefully.
Stan took pity on him and promised that he could tell the others on his own time. Stan put his hand on Dipper's human back and led him inside. 

"I think we've had enough fun for one day," he said looking at the sky. "Why don't you and Mabel turn in early?"

Dipper nodded and walked into the house, struggled to get upstairs, and sat down on his bed, taking in the day's events.