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Danny rolled clumsily to the left as the huge three headed cat lunged at him again. The monster barreled past him and slammed its middle head into a large pine tree with a thunderous boom. It shook itself, unconcerned, and turned to face its prey again.

Danny stood in a half crouch, panting heavily. His jumpsuit was in tatters; red and green blood oozing from the gashes that this, and the other monsters of the forest, had given him. His ghostly powers hardly seemed to bother them, and while he had eventually been able to prove too much effort for the other monsters, this, feline cerberus, seemed intent on having him for dinner.

Speaking of, the massive taby lowered its front half, its tail flicked back and forth. Danny scrambled to his feet, and tried to run away, cursing that evil dorito for tricking him into making a deal, trapping him in this bizarro world.

The air rushed out of Danny's lungs as a massive paw landed on his back, pressing him into the ground. His hands clawed at the dirt and rocks, desperate to get away. As if to play with it's food, the cat lifted his paw, just long enough for the ghost boy to catch his breath, before batting him away.

Danny's head hit a rock when he landed, stars dancing in front of his eyes. He didn't have the strength to run or fight anymore. He watched with ragged breath as the cat stalked toward him again. He noted, with more fear than interest, that it had shrunk from the size of a van to that of a small lion. All three heads looked disappointed that it's prey was done entertaining it. With a disinterested sigh, it pressed a paw to Danny's chest, and he felt his bruised ribs snap.

He let out a shriek of pain, that was silenced when the cat's jaws closed on his throat, sinking it's teeth into his flesh, and everything went dark.

It was an unusually slow day at the mystery shack, so Dipper and Mabel were having a water balloon fight while Stan watched on from the porch. Ford was there as well, but he was typing away at a laptop that Soos had gotten him for christmas. He'd taken quite well to the technology of the modern era; unlike his brother who couldn't even handle the simple flip phone he had received from his successor that very same holiday.

"Easy there Mabel, you almost got water on poindexter," Stan teased when a water balloon landed dangerously close to the author and his precious laptop.

"Oops, sorry Grunkle Ford!" Mabel called before receiving a face full of water from her brother. Stan sighed happily, glad to have his great niece and nephew back for another summer; a summer made even better by the adventures he'd had with his brother over the fall and spring. They'd taken a break in the winter to visit the kids and wait out the storm season. As he cracked open a pit cola, he smiled to himself, knowing that nothing could possibly ruin this moment.

At that moment, Mabel shrieked.

Stan was off the couch in an instant, his trusty brass knuckles on his fists. Ford was also in a defencive stance, with one of his weird ray guns pointed at the enemy. This enemy, was a truck sized three headed cat stepping out of a swirling portal at the edge of the forest.

Dipper and Mabel ran to hide behind their grunkles, Mabel pointing to the middle head.

"It's got someone already!" She pulled her grappling hook from wherever she kept it, but didn't look eager to use it.

Stan looked to his brother, and an understanding passed between them. Together, they charged the monster, Ford firing at the two heads not holding the unconscious person, while Stan snatched up a bucket of the kids water balloons and started throwing.

All three head's yowled with pain and anger at getting unwillingly wet, dropping it's prey in the process. Ford lunged for the falling kid, trying to catch him before he hit the ground, only to have him pass through his arms and land at his feet.

The cat turned tail and ran back through the portal, which closed as soon as the tip of it's tail had vanished.

Ford was staring in shock at the being at his feet, unsure how to progress, while his brother scolded him.

"How could you not catch that kid? You were literally right under him!"

"Is he alright?" Mabel asked, as she ran over to her grunkles, only to be held back by her brother, who recognized the look on Fords face.

"What is he, Ford?" the ever cautious Dipper asked.

"What do you mean, he's a kid," Stan knelt down to touch the kid, only to have his hand pass through him.

"What the fu,"
"Stan!" Ford cut him off.

Mabel broke free from her brother and dashed over to the boy, gasping in shock when she saw he was covered in blood. Just as Dipper caught up to her, a flash of bright light caused the Pines family to avert their eyes, but they still saw the ring of light that passed over the boy, turning his hair black, and changing his clothes from a tattered jump suit, to an equally tattered pair of jeans and a shirt.

"He's a… He's a…" Dipper stuttered in shock.

"He's a Halfa," Ford finished for him.

"Who cares what he is," he's going to die if we don't get him to a hospital!" Stan growled, scooping up the now tangible boy and making for the car.

"We can't take him to the hospital, Stan!" Ford placed a hand on his twins shoulder, halting his march.

"What do you mean Sixer?" Stan asked, a warning in his voice. His twin took a deep breath before continuing.

"What I mean is, an ordinary hospital won't know how to treat a half ghost, which is what this boy is. And catberus have a nasty venom, which a hospital isn't going to have the antidote for."

"Do you?" Stan asked.

"Do I what?" Ford moved to feel the halfa's pulse.

"Do you know how to heal him ya knuckle head."

"In theory yes," Ford stated, and when his brother gave him a questioning look he added, "Which is far better than any hospital will."

"Fine," Stan relented, and instead marched toward the shack, his brother hot on his heels. Before he made it inside however, he turned to the kids and said, "You two better get inside incase that cat-er-bus comes back or whatever," shaking them from their shocked stupor as they bolted after their grunkles.

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