User blog:Soul Wolfy/Fanmade GF ep. 1: Wolf Pride (like dat title?)

'Before reading this please note that I am writing this in "Book form" and not "RP form" like some of the other fanfic stuff. The RP form sometimes just makes me loose interest. I mean when was the first time you opened a REAL BOOK and it said "person: Of course!" No, I'm just writing this in book format as it just seems normal and more "adequate." Please don't become insulted by this and post your insults about this in the comments. (Brad I'm looking at you)'

This day had started out normal enough. An innocent prank by Mabel. Searching the woods for something. Grunkle Stan and Mabel teaming up to conquer something. But that had turned ugly in a matter of days. Now here he was, in a cave, unarmed, facing a killer werewolf with his back pressed against the wall. He flinched at the fact that the werewolf was drooling at the cut on Dipper's arm, that leaked blood. The werewolf seemed to grow in size as it inched closer to Dipper. Dipper could see the baby from where he was. He somehow had to get past this...furry wall and get to it. Then he could escape and run, run for all that mattered to him. He could see the baby's eyes begin to flutter. The baby was close to opening his eyes.

"Aw man..." Dipper whispered. His eyes also fluttered to the gold in the cave. So much gold. Figures the werewolf wouldn't have silver. Dipper had searched frantically for something on werewolves in 3, but no avail. His life flashed before his eyes as the werewolf bared his fangs and got a foot closer to Dipper, preparing to bite....Actually the past 72 hours flashed before his eyes, but whatever.

It all began when Dipper opened his eyes to see Mabel's braces-covered mouth smiling down on him.

"Wake up, Dipper," Mabel said. She was extra cheery this morning for some reason.

"Is breakfast ready yet?" Dipper inclined.

"What? Of course not! I just felt like...er...giving you this...uh.." Mabel looked around the attic, searching for something she could pass off as a gift. "This...uh...toothpaste!" Mabel handed Dipper a small bottle of toothpaste, grinning awkwardly.

"But it's empty."

"Yes. Very."

Dipper raised an eyebrow at Mabel and asked, "Mabel what are you playing at?" Mabel ignored the question, pretending not to hear, and slipped on a sweater that had the design of a waffle with big arms. Dipper grinned at the fact that Mabel seemed to be running out of ideas when it came to knitting her sweaters. But Dipper was also a bit annoyed that Mabel seemed to be planning something, and that couldn't be good.

"Hey Mabel, is that bacon that Grunkle Stan is making downstairs?" Dipper asked smugly. Mabel gasped horrified at the question.

"Grunkle Stan you'd better not be cooking Waddles, OR ELSE!" Mabel yelled as she ran downstairs.

(I'll continue later)