Don't Mess with Curses

How not to Handle Inverse Grass and how to handle it's side effects

         "Ok." 

         I saw her grab her walk into the living room and grab the stuff that she always brings with her too work. I don't exactly know what all she brings but I do know it includes her phone and ax which is good I guess. For the woods I mean. As much as she does slack off, and as much as I hate too admit it, she is a good employee with everything in account. 

         She walked off into the woods, after straping in her ax into her belt, as I began my next tour of 3 people.

Mabel's pov

         We had began too walk back tomorrow the Shack and gotten about a fourth of the way back, until...

         "Hey, I forgot my pocket knife back there I need too go back and grab it. You coming?" As you could tell, my brother who, always thought rationalaly, forgot his pocket knife.

         "Of course, I'm not letting my dearest brother walk alone in the woods," I said with over dramatic sweetness. 

         "Mmhm, well I'm going," he replied boredly and obviously a bit agitated. I followed him, until we had backtracked the entire way.

        "Found it," said reaching down too pick it up, but as soon as he bended down, he collapsed on the ground.

        "Dipper! Are you ok!?" He groaned in response, his eyes beginning to glow white. I sat down next too him and he began to writhe in pain. I backed up on my hands and feet to give him room, and said,"h-hey Dipper, you're scaring me." He looked at me for a second with eyes still glowing and tears streaming down his checks in pain. He let a scream. He tucked into fetal position and grabbed his head, turning away from me. A rip in the back of his pants began to form as something carmel brown with white on the bottom began too emerge. I gasped and my eyes grew wide, as it registered in my mind, that thing was a tail. Not just any tail, it was Now Dipper's tail. Oh, he was not gonna like that, considering it was, what appeared too be a deer tail. He screamed louder as his shorts ripped entirely off, too reveal a long brown thing that was the same shade as his tail. The brown thing began too grow longer and grow things that look oddly like legs. Deer legs. He then stopped screaming. he stopped doing anything. He just froze. I knew he wasn't dead, I saw his breathing.

            "D-dipper, I-I'm gonna go get help." No response. I stood up and ran. I ran towards the direction of the shack or what I thought was. I just kept running. Until I ran into someone.

Wendy's pov 

               I heard some thumping and heavy breathing in one direction so naturally I went that way. After walking towards the sound, it stopped. Then someone ran into me. My hat flung off my head as I was knocked to the ground. The person who knocked into me, stood up first.

                "Wendy! Come quick! Something's wrong with Dipper!" 

               "Mabel?"

              "Come on!" She took off running. I followed her unsure about what I was getting into. 

              "Wait slow down!" I yelled at her. She just kept running. "Is Dipper hurt? What's going on?"

             She skidded to a stop and said, "he's not exactly hurt. He's well he's uh you'll see." We walked a little further and she put her finger to her lips. 'Don't freak out,' she mouthed to me. I nodded.

             Finally we walked through a thicker patch of trees. As we wove our way through them, I got my first glances at the new Dipper. He had the lower half of, what I assume to be a white tailed deer. His fur, God that's a weird thing to say, was a shade of brown that was somewhere between caramel and milk chocolate. It was closer to caramel but not light enough to actually be caramel. It had the occasional fleck of a tanish cream color. A group of them, had formed a pattern of the big dipper, just like his birth mark, on his deer part's midsection. He had four deer legs that, were, well, just deer legs. Nothing to extremely special about them other than the fact that they were indeed, Dipper's. His deer body attached at his waist, leaving his upper half still human. He was either passed out or sleeping, still. His legs would move slightly every once in awhile.