This was requested a lot so here it is Sheriff Blubs' story! The only supernatural thing they saw in the show is the pterodactyl so that's what the chapter is about. Remember to leave a chapter suggestion in the reviews and follow and favorite. Let's get into it!

I just love the feeling of the wind in my hair as Durland and I cruise the town in our new convertible! Car roofs are overrated, who cares if the car gets flooded when it rains? And it's all thanks to that flying monster that ripped the roof off our cruiser!

"Do you think we should start patrolling for real?" Durland asks.

"After one more figure eight," I say.

We headed off into the Gravity Falls forest, filled with strange spooks and scares. I know those crazy tales aren't true, but my pal Durland is a bit wary.

"Ah! I think there's a werewolf following us!" he screams.

"That's a rabbit," I say.

"Well, it looked like a werewolf," he says. "I've been but paranoid since the monster attack on our cruiser. Reckon there's something weird with this town."

"Thanks to that monster, we have a sweet new ride!" I say. "Besides, it's best we forget about it."

"I just can't seem to do that," he says.

"Don't worry," I say and I put my hand on his shoulder. "I will never let you get hurt."

After an hour or so of reckless driving, we ran out of gas.

"Who knew this would happen?" I ask.

"Well, I guess we shouldn't have done that wheelie," Durland says.

"I'll check the gas tank again while you go flag down a car for help," I say.

Well, the car was done for. And it's really dark out and the night's getting chilly. I would've suggested walking home but I don't feel like walking half a mile back to the town. After fifteen minutes of being completely lost, Durland walked up to me with a tall man in a red robe.

"Blubs, I found some help!" my partner cries.

"Who's this guy?" I ask. "And why is he wearing a bathrobe?"

"I told him that we needed a ride back to the city and he agreed," Durland says. "He has a creepy British accent."

"It'll just be a short ride," the man says. He does have a creepy British accent. The way he leans in looks suspicious and he was wearing a thick robe in the middle of June.

"Well, I'm desperate so let's get to it," I say.

The robe guy let us into his car and he drove us into the city. But things got weird once we passed the police station.

"Uh, we need to make a U-turn," I say. "You just passed the police station."

"Oh, we're not going there," the man says and he shoved a sack on our heads! WE'RE BEING KIDNAPPED! WE NEED TO CALL THE POLICE! WAIT, WE ARE THE POLICE!

We were gagged and tied up and I could hear was Durland crying. I want to blame him but I love him too much for that. We were stuck in the backseat for the next few minutes and then we were hauled out by a bunch of grubby hands. Then they removed our sacks, revealing we were inside a muggy basement, surrounded by more robed men. Durland and I were wedged together in a tiny barber's chair.

"Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland, what is it have you seen?" the British man asks.

"What makes you think you would be making us talk?" I ask.

"WE SAW A GIANT FLYING REPTILE AND IT RIPPED THE ROOF OFF OUR CRUISER!" Durland yells in panic.

"Nice going," I say and Durland whimpers in response.

"We're going to help you and it's going to take a few minutes," the British man says. He pulls out an ancient hairdryer with various buttons and switches. HE'S GONNA KILL US! Either that or style our hair.

The man types in GIANT FLYING REPTILE into his contraption and points it at our heads.

"This is all my fault!" Durland cries.

A blast of blue light blinds my eyes and it felt like my brain was being electrocuted. After two seconds of unbearable pain, the man shuts off his contraption and puts in an iron box.

"How do you feel? What do you remember about flying reptiles?" the man asks.

"HUH?!" Durland and I say at the same time.

What am I doing here? Last thing I remember is being lost in the woods.

"IT IS UNSEEN," the robed men chant.