#bc I didn't do what I often do and steal lines or actions word for word

[thelastspeecher]

Angiewolf AU - It Hits the Fan

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Today, I decided to write a new ficlet for my NaNoWriMo write, instead of using a prompt like I’ve been doing.  I got randomly inspired to write the pivotal NWHS-equivalent scene for the Angiewolf AU.  So that’s what I did.  And honestly, this was a long time coming.

Word count: 1980

              Stan took the rubbing alcohol from the first aid kit and began to swab it over Dipper’s cuts.

              “What exactly happened out there?” he asked.  Molly and Emily, standing nearby, exchanged a look.  They knew what had happened: a rogue werewolf had crossed into the pack’s territory and gone after the first vulnerable relatives it could find.  But what Dipper and Mabel had seen…that was another story.

              “Well,” Mabel started, “first, there was this huge gray wolf that showed up. It looked sick and hungry, with, like fur falling out and everything.  I was a bit sad about that, but then it attacked me and Dipper.”

              “You two didn’t get bitten, did you?” Emily asked.  Dipper and Mabel shook their heads.

              “Before we could even get a scratch from that wolf, another one showed up,” Dipper said.  “It tackled the first wolf, and they got into a fight.”

              “That one wasn’t gray,” Mabel said.  “It looked more like…ooh!  Like a kinda old golden retriever.”  Molly snorted quietly.  “And almost right after the yellow wolf showed up, two more came, and they picked us up and dropped us off in front of the door.  Then they ran away.  So today’s been a four wolf day.”  Mabel winked. “Not too shabby.”

              “You didn’t get bitten,” Stan insisted.  Dipper and Mabel shook their heads again.

              “We got a bit dinged up when we were being carried to the front door by the third and fourth wolves,” Dipper said.  “But it wasn’t from being bitten.”  Stan nodded, relieved.

              “Good.”  Someone walked through the front door.  By the floral scent that accompanied the person, Stan knew it was Angie.  “Ang, how was your walk?” Stan asked without looking up. Mabel let out a small gasp.  Stan turned around.  “Holy-”

              “Mom, are you okay?” Molly asked.  Angie waved a hand airily.  She was covered in large scratches, some actively bleeding.  Her skin had started to turn purple from bruises in multiple locations.

              “I’m fine,” Angie said.  She took a twig out of her hair, grimacing slightly.  “I’m a fairly resilient person.”

              “Did you get mugged or something?” Mabel asked.

              “No, sweetie.  Just had a nasty fall while I was on my walk.”

              “Shouldn’t you go to the hospital?” Dipper said.

              “Yeah, when old people fall, it can be really bad,” Mabel added.  Angie raised an eyebrow.

              “I ain’t quite that old yet.  And like I said, I’m fine.  I just need to take a nap, and I’ll be back to normal in no time.”  Angie took a seat at the kitchen table.  “The two of you look like ya fell in a thornbush.  What happened?”

              “There was this huge wolf that attacked us,” Mabel said.  “But then we got rescued by another wolf.  And then two more wolves grabbed us and brought us to the house.”

              “Sounds like quite the experience,” Angie said with a small smile. “I take it ya got scratched up from the wolves carryin’ ya?”

              “Yeah.  But it’s not that bad.  Just a few bumps.”

              “Ya didn’t get bitten, did ya?” Angie pried.  Mabel and Dipper shared a look.

              “No, we didn’t,” Dipper said.  “Why are you guys so worried about whether we got bitten?”  His eyes widened.  “Those weren’t normal wolves, were they?”

              “Whattaya mean, not normal wolves?” Emily jumped in.

              “Werewolves!” Mabel gasped.  “Those were werewolves!  Right?”

              “They were way bigger than normal wolves,” Dipper said.  “And they acted smarter than normal wolves.”

              “Geez, kid,” Stan sighed.  He struggled to keep his composure.  “Werewolves aren’t real.  Relax. Wolves are just bigger than you expect them to be.  Got it?”

              “But being nervous about us getting bitten-” Dipper started.

              “Hon, you can catch all sorts of nasty germs from wild animal bites,” Angie interrupted.  “That’s why we’re worried.”

              “…Oh.”  Dipper rubbed the back of his neck.  His hand came away bloody.

              “Dipper!” Mabel gasped.  Dipper stared at his hand.  “Did you actually get bitten?”

              “I don’t think so,” Dipper said.  Emily peered at the back of Dipper’s neck.  She paled.

              “No, Dipper, you did.  It’s- it’s not a big bite, but it did draw some blood,” Emily said.  Stan looked at Angie.  He could hear her heartrate skyrocketing.  She managed to keep her cool, though.

              “Okay, well, let’s just clean it up fer now,” Angie said calmly.  “Stan, can I talk to ya?”

              “Yep.”  Stan handed the rubbing alcohol to Molly and followed Angie out of the kitchen.  Angie leaned against the wall in the hallway. She let out a small hiss of pain. “Babe, how beat up did you get fighting off that stranger?” Stan whispered.

              “Bit more ‘n I expected,” Angie said quietly.  “He was a toughie.”  She shook her head.  “That’s not what’s important.  Dipper got bitten.”

              “Yeah.  He did.” Stan dragged his hands down his face. “Holy Moses, what are we gonna do?”

              “Only thing we can.”  Angie took a breath.  “Explain everything to Dipper and Mabel, help Dipper through the initial transformation, and then work on the cure so that we don’t send him home a werewolf.”

              “Yeah.”  Stan chewed on his lip.  “Will he transform tonight?  It’s a full moon.”

              “Uh, no.  The ‘virus’ or whatever has to have time to spread through the body,” Angie said.  “He won’t have his first shift until next month.”

              “Good.  We can hold off on telling him about the whole werewolf thing, then,” Stan said. Angie frowned at him.

              “Stanley.”

              “Ford’s gonna come back tonight,” Stan said.  “I can’t handle him coming back and Dipper finding out.”  Angie sighed. “Angie, please.”

              “Fine,” Angie muttered.  “Only because ya asked nicely.  And…I agree. We should take things one at a time.” She smiled hesitantly at Stan.  “It’ll be nice to have Ford around again.  I won’t be there when he comes back; I’m gonna take the night to recuperate.”  Stan nodded. “I’ll ask Soos to take Dipper and Mabel fer the night.  And tomorrow morning, first thing…”  Angie met Stan’s eyes.  “We tell the kids the truth.”

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              Stan paced anxiously in front of the portal.

              This isn’t how it was supposed to go. The moon rose while I was waiting for the portal to turn on.  I can’t be a wolf right now!  Emily, who was curled up in a corner, looked up at him.  Molly had opted to stay home with Angie, but Emily wanted to come and meet Ford for the first time.    

              “Dad?” Emily barked.  Stan stopped pacing.  

              “Yeah?”

              “Why are ya so nervous?”

              “I haven’t seen your uncle in a while, squirt. It’s- it’s gonna be a big moment.”

              “Makes sense.”  Emily rested her head between her paws.  “I’m excited to meet him.” She froze.  “What’s that?”

              “What’s what?” Stan asked. Emily looked in the direction of the door.

              “Someone’s comin’.”

              “Damn old age,” Stan muttered.  “I’m losin’ my edge.”  He sniffed the air.  “Son of a- Emily, block the elevator!”

              “On it!”  Emily bounded for the small room that led into the main area with the portal, but before she could reach it, the elevator door opened, revealing Dipper, Mabel, and Soos.  Emily whined and stumbled back.  “Shoot!”

              “This is going from bad to worse,” Stan growled.  Soos’ eyes widened at the sight of Emily and Stan.  Soos was one of the few people outside the family who knew they were werewolves, and one of the fewer who regularly interacted with them in wolf form.

              “It’s- it’s wolves,” Dipper stammered, pointing at Emily and Stan.  “That- that one, that’s- that’s one of the ones from earlier.”

              “The one that carried me,” Mabel said, looking directly at Emily.  “You protected me!”  Emily sat down, a prideful air about her.

              “Why are the wolves here?” Dipper demanded.  He flipped through Ford’s journal.  “There’s- there’s nothing about wolves in here, just the machine!  Why- why would they-”  Dipper closed the journal.  “No. Focus.  We need to turn off the machine before the world gets destroyed.” Dipper took a step into the area with the portal.  Stan growled loudly.  Emily looked at him, surprised.

              I don’t wanna scare the kid.  God knows he’s gonna need a lot of support once he finds out he did get bitten by a werewolf.  But I can’t let him screw up everything I’ve worked for.  Soos put a hand on Dipper’s shoulder.

              “Maybe- maybe we shouldn’t mess with the wolves,” Soos suggested.  “They seem pretty scary to me.”

              “Why are they guarding this machine, though?” Dipper insisted.  He took another step forward.  Stan bared his teeth, his growl increasing in volume.

              Back off, Dipper.  You don’t understand what’s happening.  Emily let out a small bark of warning.  Stan looked over.  She nodded at the countdown clock.  Stan’s heart stopped.  It was almost time.

              3…2…1.

              Everything went white and silent.

              Stan felt himself rise up from the ground, only to slam back against it forcefully.  He got to his feet wearily.  

              Everything hurts.  The sound of a gun cocking broke the quiet.  Stan froze.  He could feel cold steel pressed against his forehead.

              “Who- who is that?” Dipper asked in astonishment.  Stan looked at the person holding a gun to his head, dreading who he would see.

              Of course.

              “Ford,” Stan started.  Ford scowled more deeply.

              “Don’t bother trying to threaten me, wolf.  I’ve taken down monsters twice your size.”

              What?  Stan’s blood ran cold.  Oh, fuck.  I didn’t get turned until after Ford went through the portal. He doesn’t know I’m a werewolf. Still in a corner, but now standing in a defensive posture, Emily began to growl.  Ford looked over at the noise.

              “Angie?” Ford said quietly.  “Did I- did I come back on a full moon?”

              “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Mabel said, holding up her hands.  “That wolf is Grauntie Angie?”  Ford stared at Mabel, just noticing her.

              “I- what?”

              “How do you know Grauntie Angie?” Mabel demanded.  Ford blinked.

              “I don’t- who- who are you?” Ford stammered.

              This is getting painful.  But I can’t speak English right now.  I can’t explain anything.  Everyone’s gonna be confused until I can turn human again. Unless…  Stan met Soos’ eyes.  Soos nodded silently.  He stepped forward.

              “Actually, uh, Mr. Stranger, that’s not Angie.  That’s Emily.  Angie’s daughter,” Soos said.  Dipper and Mabel stared at Soos in shock.  Ford frowned.

              “Who are you?  Some kind of strange, hairless gopher?”

              “Heh, I get that a lot.  But nope. Normal human.  I work for Mr. Pines, so I know his kids and his wife and stuff.”  Soos rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.  “And you’re kinda shoving a gun in Mr. Pines’ face right now, just so you know.”

              “I’m-”  Ford stared at Stan.  He gaped. “Stanley?”  Stan grumbled softly.  “Oh.  I didn’t- I-” Ford’s face hardened.  “No, I’ll leave my gun there.”

              “Real mature, Sixer,” Stan growled.

              “Wait, wait,” Mabel said, interrupting again.  She looked at Stan.  “That’s- that’s Grunkle Stan?  And Emily? How?”

              “They’re werewolves,” Ford said flatly.  He frowned at Stan again.  “Werewolves who should have thought better than to let children in here.”

              “Werewolves?” Dipper whispered.  Stan groaned.

              Great.  There goes the plan to break the news to him over breakfast.

              “What the heck is going on?” Mabel shouted.

              “That’s a question I’d like an answer to as well,” Ford said.

              “I can’t really answer any of your questions right now, jackass,” Stan barked.  Ford put away his gun, still scowling.

              “We’ll need a translator.  Do any of you know where Fiddleford McGucket is?”

              “Right upstairs,” Dipper said.  “This is his house.”

              “No, it’s not.  The deed is in my name, not his.  Not that I have anything against Fiddleford living here, but-”  Ford cut himself off.  “That’s not relevant.  He’s upstairs, we’ll head upstairs.”  Ford began to walk toward the exit.  Dipper stood in his path.

              “Before we let you upstairs, tell us.  Who are you?” Dipper asked.  Ford straightened his back.

              “My name is Stanford Pines.  I’m Stan’s twin brother.”