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darkspine10 · 15 days

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GF Fanfic - Return to the Roots

Tangled Roots (36,063 words) by darkspine10

Chapters: 7/7

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Rating: Mature

Preston Northwest had just sat down in his kitchen to enjoy his french toast and omelette when the doorbell rang and interrupted his tranquillity. He considered ignoring it until the bell rang a second time, and then incessantly. Sighing, he abandoned his breakfast and morning newspaper. The local Gossiper had never been an outstanding example of journalism, but he was still mildly offended that his daily ritual had been interrupted.

He sometimes wondered why he stayed in this town after all the humiliations he’d endured. It was his ancestral seat, yes, but no-one would blame him for getting away from all the reminders of the ways his pride had been dented. The locals were ignorant, the rustic, rural air didn’t agree with him, and the less said about ‘the mystical side’ of the valley the better.

Preston unlocked the door, ready to give a thrashing to whatever two-bit salesperson, teenager with a petition for him to sign, or lost tourist happened to present themselves. What he was not expecting was a figure out of an abattoir.

Standing in his doorway was a woman covered from head to toe in hot, dripping blood. Preston had to suppress the urge to heave from the tangy stench, before he had a flicker of recognition. “Pacifica?”

“Hey, dad.” His daughter weakly grinned. “Long time no see.”

“Are you-”

“It’s not my blood. Mostly.” In one hand his daughter was carrying a giant woodcutter’s axe, and for a split second he thought this was some karmic punishment come to take retribution. Then Pacifica grimaced and asked to come in. She had to repeat herself, so dazed was he by the question. “I said we need somewhere to rest and clean up.” She gestured to a queue of strangers lined up on the pathway leading from the wall around the front garden. They were a shabby and tired looking bunch, covered in dirt and their clothes ragged.

Preston raised his nose in a sneer, but his daughter’s insistent look wore him down. It was such a rare opportunity to even see her these days that he felt obliged to accept her bizarre request. “Oh, very well. As long as they-” The column of invaders charged past him into the house and up the stairs towards the shower. “-wipe their feet,” he lamely finished. “Care to come in?” he tentatively offered to his daughter.

Pacifica thought about it, seeming to give it genuine consideration. That was a change from the frostiness with which she’d treated him and her mother on the occasion of their last meeting, at the wedding with whatshisname, that Pines lad. “Yeah, why not,” Pacifica said, hefting the axe and plodding inside.

She walked straight through and sat down, right in his minimalist white kitchen. He winced; that seat cushion would be stained forevermore. She leant the axe against the table, her eyes gazing hungrily at his breakfast. “Can I have something to eat? I’m famished.”

“Why yes,” he said politely, “don’t mind if you-” She grabbed his french toast and tore into it like an animal. When she noticed his offended glare, she said, “sorry, I’ve had a busy night and not eaten much.”

Preston was about to act deferential and excuse her minor savagery, but baulked on seeing that Pacifica’s retinue even included two of those bumpkin lumberjacks, the Corduroys. They were wandering in like they owned the place, gawking at his neatly arranged shelves and modern furniture. They made their upstairs with the rest of the rabble.

Stepping around the muddy footprints and trying to ignore the heavy footfalls from above, Preston slid into the kitchen. “What exactly has been going on?”

“Demon, at the graveyard, I killed it.” She seemed too tired to explain further. Preston dropped vacantly into the opposite chair and awkwardly drummed his fingers on the table.

“Nevertheless, it’s… good to see you.”

Pacifica pursed her lips, finding it equally awkward to respond. “I wanted to put some things to rest. After last night I think I realised there was no point blaming you two for anything. Sure, a lot of my issues stem from the way I was raised, but dwelling on it won’t help me fix anything.”

Preston’s mind whirred, trying to keep up with what she was saying. “Are you trying to say you forgive us?”

Pacifica pondered it, tapping her chin, then shook her head. “Nah. Not really. I’ve been carrying around a lot of hate and I wanted to get rid of it. It’s not forgiveness, but I accept the way you were and I feel like I can move on. I hope.” She shrugged. “That’s one source of my major life issues dealt with, only like half-a-dozen left.”

“Well, you always did enjoy coming in first place. I’m sure you can handle whatever comes at you.”

For reasons he couldn’t put his finger on, Preston found Pacifica’s crooked smile ever-so unsettling. “You don’t know the half of it. Nice catch-up anyway,” The bedraggled strangers had cleaned themselves up lightly and the Corduroys were leading them down the stairs and out into the daylight. Pacifica lifted up the axe and made for the door along with them.

Preston reached out for her. “You don’t have to leave so soon. If you wait, your mother will be back from the store.”

“I’d rather not linger. I want to get home to my own shower, but first I’ve got to get these people back to their homes and families.” Pacifica shared a fond grin with the elder Corduroy as he left. He was evidently proud of something she’d done. It was an expression Preston had never teased out from his daughter himself.

As she turned to leave, Preston forced out, “I’m… pleased to see you happy. Good luck with the children, I’m sure they’ll be missing you.”

Pacifca stopped and her shoulders seemed to relax fractionally. “Well. How about that,” Preston heard her mutter. “Bye dad. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.” She lifted the axe in salute as a way of waving goodbye, then walked out the door shutting it behind her.

Preston sat there, too stunned to react. After ten minutes, he quietly smiled to himself.

“I know why I named my daughter after you.”

In the cold January afternoon, Pacifica held a single purple flower over her heart and stared down at the unadorned stone slab with Wendy’s name inscribed on it.

“It wasn’t affection,” she said. “I was guilty, pure and simple. You saved my life, you’d already made up for your mistakes. It could have easily been me who died that day. If it wasn’t for your sense of duty…” She took a deep breath. “I think it was more than that. Last night when I faced down that monster and was inches from death I felt a sort of relief! That sounds mad. But it’s true. It was an opportunity to let go of all the negativity, all the bad deeds, and just slip away. Redemption through sacrifice. I nearly gave in. Maybe that’s what was going through your head too, when you made us leave and stayed behind with Eli. I guess I’ll never know.”

She held the violet between two fingers, gazing out across the valley. Though large patches of white remained, green leaves were already sprouting. Colour and life were returning to the forest. “I said I nearly gave in. Because I suppose that’s the difference. Dying there in the dirt wouldn’t have achieved anything. No blaze of glory, no resolution. I realise now that I want to be in control of my life again. I took my body back from that beast and that was the first step. I’d like to find out what the next step is, and the step after that.”

Pacifica’s fingers lightly brushed the still-healing scratches on her arm. “It’s been a long journey to get this far. I had my old body, but it was broken. I couldn’t have kids and I used to think that made me worthless. Then I got ‘fixed’, and for a while I was happy. Except it didn’t feel like my body anymore, I didn’t belong, it was too clean and tidy. I was a foreign agent in a hostile land. Now I’m living with the constant reminders of the pregnancy. This time I think I understand. Third time luck, right? These stretch marks and imperfect shape may not be the familiar scars I used to carry, but they’ve made this body my own.”

She looked over to where her family was waiting. Mason stood respectfully, with Leah in arm, though Merrise, holding his hand, was fidgeting. She could only expect the ten year old to care so much about adult concerns, or reminiscing over someone who was basically a stranger to her.

“If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have this family. You never were fazed by all this soul-searching stuff. Wendy Corduroy, always cool and in control. A girl who knew exactly what she wanted, who dated over a dozen guys before she was 16. I guess I was envious, subconsciously perhaps. After my family was disgraced you had something no amount of money could buy, reputation. Social capital.” She gave a hollow laugh. “Listen to me. I still sometimes sound like my parents. Treating having a lot of friends like it’s a transaction. Maybe in another life we could have been friends. Properly, I mean, not friend-of-a-friend casual acquaintances. If only we hadn’t been so tangled up in our separate lives.” The flower slipped through her fingers and rested beside the gravestone. “Goodbye, Wendy.”

She turned away, back to her family and didn’t look back. As she approached, Mason handed the baby over to Merrise, who took this as her cue to smile and skip away. Mason embraced Pacifica in a hug. “You could have told me all along.”

“I know.” Pacifica snuggled against her husband’s chest. “I was caught up in my own head.”

“Never like to cede a fight, eh?” He slyly grinned at her, then cupped her cheek. “Please don’t feel like you need to hold it all in like this again.”

Pacifica solemnly nodded. “We can have loads of fun talking about it together later. Maybe with a therapist in the room too. First, we’ve got an appointment, with the living this time.”

The blade of the axe swung down and split the chunk of wood into two even pieces. Mason wiped sweat off his brow. “Is this really necessary?”

“Oh yes,” Pacifica said from where she was reclining on the Corduroys’ porch. She had her journal open on the table, writing up her recent adventure, while Leah slept in a nearby rocking chair. “You’re making the view nicer. All those rippling muscles of yours.”

Mason blushed and placed another wooden log on the tree stump. He raised the axe again and brought it neatly down.

Next to him, his sister was still struggling on her first log, swinging the axe wildly and only making an incision about halfway in. “So why am I here too?” Zera handed another log over from the pile, staying clear of her wife’s wide swings.

“Payback for letting me wander all over the valley unsupervised, high as a kite,” Pacifica said with a smirk. “You’re not wimping out, are you? C’mon, let’s see some of that famous May Pines grit and determination.”

“Abso-tively poso-lutely!” Mabel gritted her teeth and made another useless chop, while Mason was already on his third log.

Laughing, Merrise ran through the clearing with the two Corduroy boys in pursuit. “Not so fast,” Pacifica called out, “You don’t want to trip over.” Merrise saluted and started jogging off again before the boys could tag her. Kids, Pacifica thought, smiling.

Manly Dan came from inside the cabin carrying a tray of drinks. “Another lemonade, Mrs Pines?”

“Don’t mind if I do. Thank you, Dan.” She sipped through a straw, while Manly Dan sat contentedly beside her on the porch. He kicked back and drank a lemonade of his own, enjoying watching someone else do his job for once.

Pacifica put the finishing touches on her journal entry, having sketched a likeness of the Unshriven from memory. Closing the cover, she sat back in her chair. Shutting her eyes, she felt the warm sun on her skin. In the afternoon sky a single star shone amidst the blue. Pacifica looked from it down to her sleeping daughter. “Thank you,” she whispered to the air. “For showing me that I have a future.”

#Gravity Falls #gravity falls fanfic #pacifica northwest #preston northwest #dipper pines #mabel pines #manly dan #wendy corduroy

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lordofhunger47 · 1 year

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Wendi-Goes

To say Dipper was anxious would be the apt word for what he is feeling, it has been some time since he and Wendy become a thing with both being in their 20s, yet he felt as if he rather fight on some monster cryptid instead of what he was doing, which is packing his things for survival and mountaineering since he was going to go on a winter apocalypse survival training with his soon-to-be fiance and her family. His girlfriend's father is the well-known Manly Dan who if rumors are believed was trained by Manotaurs since he was a teen and is strong enough to snap a person like a twig, that's a person he didn't want to be on his bad side, it was Wendy's idea to spend the Christmas with her and her family in the armageddon training instead of the couple go to some Christmas attendance or party to get his blessing so Mason agreed to it.

"Relax dude, my dad likes you, he just isn't very good at showing it." Wen comforted his boyfriend as she and him all packed up and walked to the Corduroy Cabine.

"Wendy, that man once tried to roadkill me and my sister in the agent's car when she told him that 'Sev'ral Timez' sucks." He blandly informed her.

"Yeah…he has a bit of a temper." she admitted.

"A bit is putting it lightly." he responded sarcastically.

“But, he knows about you so he is willing to give you the chance.”

“ * sight* fiiine.”

“Trust me, you won’t regret it.” she assured him.

Outside of the cabin, the rest of the Corduroys were busy being ready for the journey with their packs ready, and behold it was the man Manly Dan checking his supplies and preparing for the trip which he is going to have this time not just with his kids but also with the boyfriend of his only daughter. Honestly, he didn't know how to feel about her only daughter dating Stan's Great-Nephew, on one hand, he is certainly a far cry from Wendy's previous flings and boys he hangs around which is a plus on itself and is the town's hero, while on the other hand, he isn't exactly a 'Manly' man, the first time he met him he thought he was girl, heck even his sister had more muscular than him! sure it was years ago and since then he gained some muscles and his arms were no longer noodly, even then he wasn't exactly the ideal future Son-In-Law he had imagined; however, since he had many times proven himself as a brave individual, Wendy seems to be more active when she is around him(not even working in the Mystery Shack could get her out of her laziness before the Pines kids showed up), and as mentioned before is very different compared to the boys her daughter used to spend time around who were rude, cowardly and insecure(which he internally sighed in relief) he is willing to give him a chance and that says a lot because he hated all of Wendy's exes even from the first glance out of fatherly instinct and their mere look and cocky attitude, the fact that his fatherly instincts proven right all those times so as the superficial observations certainly didn't help either. His sons had a variety of views on Wendy's current boyfriend, Kevin was simply indifferent, and Gus liked him in contrast to Marcus who looked at him with suspicion.

“Hi, guys! Sorry if I'm late!” She greeted her family.

“What’s your nerd boyfriend doing here?” Marcus inquired, before Dipper could answer her girlfriend did.

“He is coming with us, I thought to show my boyfriend the Corduroy ropes.”

Dan let out an accepting grunt “Fine then, everyone check your belongings, we move the next 10 minutes.” He walked inside the house to make sure nothing was at the miss.

“Ya, sure he can handle it? Looks a bit squeamish.” he mocked Kevin snickering, before Dipper could bite back Wendy came to his defense.

“Then perhaps I should bring Mabel instea-”

“NOOOO!” All her brothers responded simultaneously in alarm, hence Wendy and Dipper smirking, they met Mabel for the first time when she was in her Boyz Crazy phase, and let’s just say she was too much for them to handle even after she grew out of her phase.

“I mean…sure your boyfriend can!” Kevin spoke for the boys as he and they shuddered at the recall of the glitter incident.

Years ago….

There it was Mabel in a monstrous glitter-matched sweater which written 'I'm the trouble' in the Corduroy Cabin looking at the shaking Corduroy boys like a piece of meat "Who wants to read my sparky vampire fanfics?" She grinned maliciously with eyes sparking with madness.

Or at least that was the interpretation of that fateful event. Since then, Mabel had a restraining order to never be near Corduroy's cabin to her dismay, not the only time she got a restraining order thanks to her completely disastrous pursuit of a romantic life mind you, and not for the lack of trying.

“Glad we reached an agreement!” She accompanied Dipper and strolled with him.

After the 10 minutes were over they began their journey to the woods which were covered in snow. During the travel Dipper faced difficulties thanks to the eldest brother of Wendy, he gave him a hard time like one time when he intentionally stole his pillow during a night's sleep which forced him to use a rock instead or the constant ridicule he and cold shoulder he gave, to Dipper’s credit he didn’t snap as he wanted to be liked by his girlfriend’s family, though this feud hasn’t been unnoticed by Wendy who during twilight when the group was moving pass a river she chose to finally settle this as she left the formation and came near Marcus.

“Is it necessary to give him a hard time?” Wendy said sternly, deciding to finally confront him.

“I don’t trust that boyfriend of yours, he and his family are like magnets for trouble, everyone knows that, I just don’t want you to end up with a broken heart again.” he reasoned.

"Oh, that's so sweet and considerate of you…if only you showed the same concern you had about my dating life before!" Wendy snapped at the startled Marcus.

“Hold on a moment-” he was cut short before he could come up with a retort.

"The tattoo guy, that jock from 10th grade, Robbie THE Edgelord ! I literally was a magnet for dregs of Gravity Falls, where was your concern when I dated them!" she pointed at him accusingly, he opened his mouth to say something but got cut off again.

"Oh, that's right! You didn't care! You all have been too busy trying to impress father the 'Manliest Man in Gravity Falls', And now, I finally have a boyfriend who isn't some edgy manchild or has a stick in his butt then suddenly you care?? Dipper is more honorable and manly than half the lot of you! While you were busy trying to catch a fish with your fist he faced literal monsters that would reduce you into a gibberish mess! And FYI this is mine to deal with, your problem is you don't know when to shut up spewing crap! You see this face?" She points at her angry face "THIS will always be the face that means shut your bullcrap!"

"I-" put more emphasis on her own face with both of her hands.

"Er-" her frown got even deeper.

He grunts in defeat, knowing it is a losing battle, and after that, his sister moves away furiously.

Just then Kevin moved near him "Wow, she shut your trap real good.” he commented, prompting Marcus to push him away in annoyance which caused him to snicker.

As night came, a blizzard of snow, even with their equipment they couldn't continue in this weather unless they wanted to die of hypothermia so they tried finding a place to settle.

“KIDS! OVER THERE! WE SETTLE THERE!” Daniel shouted at the group and pointed at the entrance to a cave, so they ventured inside.

“Wohoh, even in gloves my hands were feeling numb.” Kevin looked at his shaky hands.

“Spread out! There could be an animal here so we better search the place before settling in.`` The boys minus the Pines whined, yet they followed his command and brought their flashlights to check the place. After minutes of searching this place, they found nothing but bones.

“ALL CLEAR DAD! Let’s camp!” Wendy shouted, so she left her backpack and started making a campfire with the rest looking for wood or anything to use as fuel for the fire.

*Clicking sounds of stones*

“What’s that?” Gus heard the sound as if something was walking, he looked over the source of the sound; nevertheless, found nothing but darkness.

*clicking*

He heard that sound again so he ready his knife from his left hand with the other hand holding his source of light, he slowly walked and narrowed his eyes to make anything. He thought it was just some rat and how he wished that was the case when he lost a year of his life in shock at what it revealed to him.

" Aeeeeha !" A pale-skinned humanoid with milky eyes, dirty and half-destroyed clothes so decomposed that it is unrecognizable what style it used to be, and sharpened mole rat-like teeth appeared without warning in a low screech in front of Kevin from the dark, being startled and terrorized he dropped his flashlight and prior he had the chance to scream his right hand with long fingers and nails covered his mouth from screaming with while the other hand holds him on shoulders in place “ ehheeheee!” Gud was petrified in fear, Dan looked around instinctive and saw one of his sons in the mercy of a thin-pale skin humanoid whose limbs were longer than its body, with no time to waste he jumped and brought his ax down on the thing’s hand which grabbed Gus from the neck, the hand got cut and fell with black blood oozing from the screaming creature as it backed away, quickly Dan grabbed his kid from the back of his collar and moved him away, the whole thing was enough to grab everyone’s attention, soon they sprinted and joined with the father of the Corduroys, unluckily the screams of the pale thing was heard by his kin as well as more and more member of its kind came some crawling from the roof others from the ground like lizards.

As the group made a protective circle and lit the place using flashlights more humanoid monstrosities came and surrounded them, Wendy with an ax, Marcus with a hunting rifle, Gus with a small needle knife, Mason bringing his hunting knife from his backpack, and Daniel with a waterfowl shotgun.

“What the hell are they!?” Marcus exclaimed with his hunting rifle pointed.

"Wendigos…" Mason informed him with his hunting knife ready, he wished he had brought high-tech weaponry if it weren’t for the insistence on using low-tech tools for the winter apocalypse training, as he noticed one of them seemed to be the alpha of the pack which noticeably had red archaic lines across its body with the skull of deer with huge antlers which it wears like a helmet, all it was visible of his face under the skull was glowing white eyes which reminded him of predators with night visions he once saw in a nature documentary.

“You are a monster expert! How do we kill these things?” Gus questioned in urgency.

“Fire is their weakness, grab anything flammable and use it!” Before anyone could act the alpha screeched which commanded the pack to swarm on them so they used their weapons, Wendy managed to take one by axing on the attacker’s skull which rained black blood out of it till he took the ax off to fight off the others, Dan shot two of them bullseye and used his gun like a sledgehammer when one of the abominations came near him with Gus behind him, Dipper sprinted over and grabbed a large bone from the ground and then covered it’s head with dirty remained patches around it, next one of the attacking wendigos jumped at him and tried to take a bite at him with Dipper struggling to keep the monster away from his head.

“HEY! Off my boyfriend! Get your own!” Wendy aided Mason by slashing the wendigo’s head into a flying head.

“Thanks Wen.” Dipper thanked and finally took his lighter to light it up, using his torch he shooed the screeching man-eaters and even set one on fire as it vocalized an unholy shriek before it died.

Another of those pale cannibals caught Gus off-guard and nearly got its sharpened claws approximately on the shocked kid until his father came and shield himself between his son and the thing, a slashed crimson mark near his left shoulder across his arm, and then punch the abomination on the face with its teeth flying over.

“Are you okay boy?

“Yes, Are you!?” he asked incredulously.

“No!” He shouted as he tried to stop the bleeding from his wound near the shoulder.

Seeing that, Marcus tried to get his hands on his lighter till one of the hordes took him by surprise, tossed his lighter away, and before he could use his rifle to smack on it the cannibal threw him like a ragdoll. “WOOOAH!” he crashed into the cave’s wall and moaned in pain. “ Ow! These things are becoming a pain in my aAAAA!” he yelped due to the beast which threw him away now racing toward him and jumped with his fangs and teeth tearing him a new, he would have been slashed into a grizzly end if it weren’t for a flamer aimed at the attacker from a flame gun belonged to Dipper, the entity fell near Marcus as it burst to flame with it screaming until it was nothing but a chartered corpse, Marcus looked in amazement to the boyfriend of his sister who simply nodded and used his torch to send more of the assaulting horde on fire while also being careful to not get sliced by them.

By then, the Corduroys followed Dipper's advice and used whatever flammable things they could get their hands on and touched them to shoo and send the wendigos on fire some did some ingenuity to their credit like Kevin using his secretly-stashed sprayer which he smuggled, and a lighter together to have his flamethrower, more and more of them got burned or died by other means until no more of them came, all that remained were their corpses either by fire, bullets or axes and knives.

Marcus panted heavily “I think that’s all of them.” he kicked one of the dead bodies.

“No it’s not, look, the one with a deer skull is not anywhere.” Wen reminded them, so they stand alert trying to find where the pack leader went with Dipper this time arming himself with brass knuckles, a gift from Stanley on one of his and his sister’s birthdays(though, they had to keep that a secret until now that they were in legal age and only used it for emergency). Unfortunately for the Corduroy’s patriarch, the last wendigo was up on the roof using the darkness as camouflage coming toward him slowly and slowly with its hungry maw opened dripping with saliva for its prey.

“BEHIND YOU!” the Pines boy cried out to Dan who in turn back, before he could react the anthropophagus with one of its hands slammed him on his face, for a skinny creature it was surprisingly strong, the rest of the group hurried to aid him; however, it was too late as the thing took a bite from Dan’s right arm between his shoulder and wrist.

"NOOOOO!" They screamed as they ran with Wendy who was the nearest giving a kick to the anthropologist's head which resulted in it jumping back to the roof at much distance and hissing.

“DAD! You okay?” Kevin questioned in urgency.

“I'm fine! I dealt with worse, although I felt a bit dizzy…”

“That’s because that thing took a chunk out of your flesh you testosterone-drunk bear!” Wendy snapped at his denial, indeed the abominable humanoid ripped a part of its flesh and now it was bleeding, whilst others didn’t take their eyes off the cannibalistic monster which they could swear looked a bit smug as it chews and swallowed with his tongue licking its lips clearly enjoying the taste, Wendy used her emergency kit to disinfect her father’s wound and stop the bleeding.

"You like my taste skinny?” Manly Dan roared at the gazing creature “Then it's a good thing that I'm…ABSOLUTELY DRUNK WITH CORDUROY'S SPECIAL MOONSHINE! HAHAHAHAHA!" Manly Dan cackles madly as the wendigo which took a bite of his flesh starts to look disoriented with its eyes dilating.

It took the other in surprise before Dipper blinked and registered "That's…that’s ingenious! You have poisoned yourself with a high dosage of arsenic as a safety precaution!" impressed, ignorant of the obvious.

"THAT IS DEFINITELY WHY I DID THAT!" Daniel with his still gritted teeth said in a mix of pain, embarrassment, and a sense of schadenfreude for giving the wendigo 'screw you' in the most ironic way, Wendy almost rolled her eyes if it weren't for the urgency of the situation, in one desperate move the pack leader tried to move away and then in as an act of intimidation it sharpens its claws and hanged his long skinny arms around like wings in an act of intimidation until it dropped to the earth so as it’s bony helmet away from him.

"It's vulnerable now! Now it's the time!" Dipper called everyone.

"You heard him! Let’s kill the bastard!” Marcus concurred.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-!” the boys and the girl roared with every breath of their lungs and raced toward the now intimidated Wendigo which didn’t know what it should do or react other than making a weak Howell, it didn’t get the chance to decide once the Pines and the Corduroys attacked with their weapons and beat the crap out of it, brass knuckles, axes, knives, punches, kicks all falling on him non-stop till it was nothing but a bloody pulp and died.

“You mess with a Corduroy, you mess with all of us!” Gus spits on the beaten dead body in spite.

“Not that I’m not proud of y'all are a show of brutality, but can you please bandage me up before I die from blood loss?” the patriarch gestured with his eyes to his cut.

“Right! Right!” Wendy returned to him to bandage his injury, whereas the rest collected themselves with Marcus walking toward Mason.

“Hey Pines!” He called him which got his attention. “I’m not good at apologies and thank you so I will make it quick.” he scratched the back of his head in nervousness “Sorry about giving you crap and thanks for saving my ass.”

“No problem, Water off the bridge, I have a sister too so I get it.” He shrugged, accepting his apology.

Gus moved toward the fallen deer skull, after which he took it and checked it around “Wow, a cool trophy!

we now ha-” Dipper snatched the skull before he could wear it on his head and threw it hard on earth, resulting in it shattering into a million pieces.

“HEY! That was-”

Without alarm a surge of black magic in black came up and turned into smoke which grabbed their attention, there was an awkward moment before someone finally said something.

“You’re welcome.” he nonchalantly said and moved past his girlfriend’s youngest brother who was still looking at the pieces dumbstruck Wendy’s oldest brother considering his soon-to-be brother-in-law just saved a member of the Corduroy family again .

Minutes later the fire was made in the middle of the cave a bandaged Manly Dan with the rest of the group circled around using the heat to warm themselves and cook their meals on sticks, the corpses of the massacred wendigos were being used as fuel for a separate campfire so that they won’t have to deal with their stinky rotten stink.

“Man, if this is what it is like being in one of your adventures, no wonder why our sister is always eager to spend time with you.” Kevin with his almost cooked marshmallows commented.

“To be fair, this one just came out of nowhere, it's not like any of us had a way of knowing it,” he remarked.

“Bah! Who needs Christmas when you can commit a massacre on man-eating abominations with your family guilt-free!" She nodded to the burning pile of wendigos, Gus looked at her weirdly as Kevin until they made eye contact with each other and shrugged.

After a few moments of silence just looking at the fire and processing the ordeal they fasted before Mason finally dared to slap his hands together to ask Wendy’s dad the question “So…Me and Wendy were thinking since we have been a thing for some time if we can have your blessing in me becoming her fiance-”

“No.” he gave a fast nonchalant answer that surprised everyone including the dumbstruck Pines.

“bu-but …” Dan’s soon to be son-in-law stammed.

“Not until you drink one coup from my family’s special moonshine.” he grabs his flask and pour the liquid into a metallic mug and then gave it to him, Dipper hesitantly looked at the poured mug, it smelled like death and gasoline having a baby, his nose pinched in recoil. He looked back at Manly Dan whose look told him to drink it, he let out a breath and drink it which felt like bile in his throat, after drinking it his face expressed in pain, trying very hard to not throw up with the rest of Corduroys looking at him grinning.

“ * BLAH!* it-ts…the absolute foulest thing I ever put in my mouth…” Now he felt a burning sensation in his stomach while he spoke weakly with his mouth tasting like octane, the Corduroys laughed at his misfortune.

“Welcome to the family, son!” Daniel gave his blessing and gave a hard affectionate smack on his back in mirth which nearly caused him to fall.

“I-i-feeeel…trippy..~” Mason fell unconscious when the effects of the drink came, alarmed his girlfriend came to check him with the Corduroy boys now laughing like hyenas.

“DAD!” she roared back at her father.

“I DIDN’T MEAN FOR THAT TO HAPPEN!” He defended himself.

“I TOLD YOU HE WAS A LIGHT DRINKER!” Wendy's fiance was still sleeping like a sleeping beauty as the only daughter of Manly Dan chewed her father up with the boys still laughing hoarsely, he was now rather dealing with the wendigos than his enraged daughter.

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