Fur, Scales, Claws, and Tails (A Monster Falls AU) Book 1 in the Portal series.

11: What to Eat

A/N: This chapter has WenDip and BillDip, but it IS an important chapter so even if you hate those ships, you should still read this. I ship BillDip but I don't really ship WenDip. I just thought that it would be funny and that I got the idea from another FanFic. Please read!       -Dixie the Dog

Dipper was hungry. Mable, Gruncle Stan and him were sitting at the table. Stan had cooked hot dogs. Mable had wolfed them down, saying even if they were made of dogs, she was hungry. Dipper didn't have the heart to tell her that hot dogs were made from pigs. Stan did more or less the same thing, but sitting on the floor because when he tried to sit on the chair, it cracked into splinters from his weight. Soos was in his break room, probably testing out what he could do, and Wendy was in the forest. She had told everyone that she couldn't stomach the hot dogs, and it might help her to get some fresh air. Gruncle Ford was in the basement.

Wendy pushed open the staff only door, blood all down her front. Mable looked torn between sick to her stomach and wanting to lick it. She shook her head, panting loudly. There was bits of fur between her teeth.

"Wendy," Stan asked, "what happened to you?"

"I-I caught a raccoon and ate it. I was just so hungry." She shook her head again and headed down to the break room to be with Soos. Also probably to get the blood off her shirt. Mable shivered, though she should've been warm with her waterproof sweater on.

"Dipper? Aren't you hungry?" Mable inquired, "You haven't touched your hot dog." Dipper sat picking at his food. It just didn't look appetizing, even though the last time he ate was before he went out to get those crystals. Nothing did. Dipper gulped. He was hungry, so he might as well eat it.

"Okay. I'll eat it." Dipper bit the end of the dog off in his teeth, and was overcome with a wave of nausea.

"I don't feel so good..." Dipper quickly pranced outside and threw up on the grass. It smelled rancid. He walked away from it, instantly feeling better. Maybe it was some sort of weird post-throw up thing, but the grass looked very appetizing. He knelt on the grass and sniffed it. Maybe just one bite. He reached down and grabbed a mouthful. It was the best thing that Dipper had ever tasted. After about five mouthfuls, Dipper heard someone behind him. His ears perked up and he tried to get his balance as he stood up.

"Dipper," Wendy taunted, "were you eating grass?" Dipper felt his face flush from embarrassment.

"N-No. Of course not. Why would I be?"

"You were kneeling on the ground and you have grass hanging out of your mouth." Dipper quickly ate the rest of what was already in his mouth, his face still very red.

"OKAY. I was eating grass." Wendy laughed, but it was good natured and Dipper felt himself smile.

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"Sixxxxer," Bill whined, "I'm huuuuunngry." He emphasized this by falling on the couch with his arm above his head, "I'm also thirsty!" Ford grumbled. He couldn't deal with a whiny 'child' right now.

"Have some water." Ford nodded towards the upstairs, "Since you're a human now, you might as well start getting your own things instead of making other people be your slaves."

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"But that's all I've ever done. The worst part of my life was being trapped in a statue and being a human in the woods!" Also, Pine Tree and Mable are upstairs! What would they think, especially Pine Tree? After all I've done, would he still care? Before he came and saw Sixer, Bill had never known true love, so he didn't know how to show it. He didn't know how to tell him before Sixer started to distrust him. So when he saw Pine Tree, he knew he had to tell him something. He even gave Pine Tree a screaming head, for goodness sake! But somehow, Pine Tree never seemed to get that Bill wanted to show appreciation for him. Bill frowned.

"What?" Sixer asked, a puzzled look on his face. Bill then realized he was crying. He wiped it away. He tried to smile, but he could feel it was bad. How could humans stand it with all their emotions parading across their face? Stupid humans with their stupid emotions. He wanted to stop them in their tracks. Bill felt a little bit better. Anger was something he was used to.

"Sorry. The lights were hurting my eyes." Bill then realized what he said. SORRY! He must be turning into a human faster than he thought.

"I need to go upstairs." Bill then walked to the elevator. As the doors closed, he saw Sixer padding over to his precious journals. His paws just itching to write more. Something was wrong though. His face looked like it couldn't decide which emotion to show. Maybe regular humans had a hard time with emotions too. NNNOOOOOO! I'm showing empathy! Stop Stop Stop!!! Bill took deep breaths. One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.