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The magic spell caused the potions in the drawn circle to swell with vibrant colors of purple and green. The room caused everyone to turn their gaze away, so they wouldn’t be blinded by the bright light.
After a few moments, the bright light finally faded until all that laid in the drawn circle on the ground was a young woman, a human.
The witches all glanced at each other in pure confusion. They weren’t trying to summon a mundy, a human from an unknown source at that.
“Was that the correct spell? I thought that the sheriff's helper would be…” The witches whispered among themselves as they decided what to do with the mundy. They collectively glanced at each other before whisking the mundy and carefully placing her near the fable apartments. The witches wanted to ensure that the Sheriff would find her. The witches quickly leave as they catch sight of the big bad wolf himself waltzing down this particular alleyway.
“What the hell?” Bigby muttered to himself as he fastened his pace down the alley to find the mundy in odd clothes, not clothes anyone would find around this time period.
Bigby narrowed his eyes as he glanced around the area, looking for any signs of how she could have ended up in the alleyway right beside the apartment for Fables. Bigby pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
He heaved a big sigh as he kneeled to the mundy, his eyes widening as he spotted the purple ribbon wrapped around her neck. “What is going on?”
With a hesitant hand, Bigby slowly raised a hand to cup her cheek, his fingers resting on her pulse. He breathed out a sigh of relief as she was still breathing steadily. With slow movements, Bigby slowly began to shake the mundy out of her sleep.
Bigby sat back as she slowly began to sit up. A hand raised to her head as she held it in slight pain.
“Mm, w-where am I?”
Bigby patiently waited for the mundy to say something, maybe about why on earth she was lying in the alley.
“Ma’am? Do you know where you are?" Bigby asked gently, not wanting to spook her off.
Her expression was one of pure shock as she looked at the only other person in the vicinity as she saw a video game character standing in front of her, talking to her.
“Um, yes? I...I think I'm still dreaming. Weird dream," she thought to herself. Bigby kept a close eye on her, worried about her state of mind. She glanced down at the purple ribbon tied around her neck. "What...what the hell is this?”
She reached out to pull it off, but was quickly stopped by Bigby grabbing her hand in a firm grip. “Don’t do that. Strange things have been happening lately, and now this… Something’s going on. How did you get into the alley?” He asked.
Bigby gently pulled her to her feet as he waited for her answers to his questions.
“I don’t know. I was walking home, and then I woke up here… Where is here, by the way, Sheriff Wolf?”
Bigby couldn’t say that he exactly recognized this person, if she was even a fable at all. But if she wasn’t, then how the hell did she get so close to the Woodlands? So his earlier guess that she was a mundy was probably correct. But that didn’t explain how she knew him, and the fact that she thought she was dreaming.
“You’re outside the Woodlands. Can you tell me how you got here, Ms…?”
She gave him a sweet smile, gently gripping his hand, before she introduced herself as “(y/n). My name is (y/n)... If it’s all the same to you, I’m happy to continue this as a dream, since I’m 90% certain that it is.”
Bigby raised an eyebrow at her answer, but was glad to know her name right off the bat. But now what the hell was he supposed to do with her? The fact that he found her in an alley right after a bright green glow made it seem like she didn't have anywhere to go.
“Okay, well, I’m 100% sure that this isn’t a dream… Look, why don’t you come up to my place? I’ll ask some questions, we’ll see how you got here, sounds good?”
(Y/n) gave the big bad wolf a gentle smile before she tightened her grip on his much larger hand. “Okay, sounds good…”
Bigby gave a soft nod before he slowly led the mundy known as (Y/n) to his very small apartment, and if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, Colin, one of the three little pigs, was napping on the floor.
“Oh, Christ,” Bigby mumbled to himself out of embarrassment.
But (y/n) only smiled in response before she tilted her head slightly to look at the large pig from a different angle. “Is this one of the three little pigs?”
Bigby sighed in exasperation as he rubbed a hand over his eyes in embarrassment. “Yeah.”
Bigby stepped forward and walked around the large pig to help the young woman in the large chair, which happened to be the only furniture in sight for the room.
“So, (y/n), can you tell me the last place you remember being at before you woke up in the alley?” Bigby asked in the softest voice he could, and although his voice was quite gravelly and rough, it still had a soothing effect on (y/n) as she slunk back into the chair to get as comfortable as she could.
“I was walking home from work. I saw a bright green light, and it felt like something was calling me to it. But once I touched it, I passed out and woke up here."
Bigby nodded at the added details of her previous statement, but it still didn’t answer any questions. But he figured the ribbon around her neck wasn’t helping anything.
Bigby’s eyes narrowed slightly at the piece of fabric. He didn’t know exactly what it was or what it meant, but when he talked to Faith with that ribbon around her neck. Something wrong was going on around here and Bigby wanted to get to the bottom of it before someone died, even if it meant protecting a mundy. He hadn’t come into contact with one in quite a while, but he couldn’t help but notice the connection he was already feeling with her.
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“Alright, I’ll let you get some sleep and in the morning, we’ll go to the business office and see if Bufkin knows anything about this,” Bigby said, he had to stop himself from saying Snow’s name as he was still reeling from the death of her, seeing her head sitting on the steps of the apartment.
(y/n) nodded in agreement and then glanced around the small apartment before her eyes landed on the old chair she was already sitting on.
“Oh, but where will you sleep, Mr. Wolf?” (y/n) insistently asked, curiosity brimming within her.
The fable simply waved a hand at her and lazily gestured to his desk, where multiple files were layered on top of one another. “Don’t worry about me. I don’t need much sleep to go off on.”
(y/n) still felt bad about using up his only sleeping space in the entire apartment, but seeing Bigby’s narrowed eyes toward them made them have second thoughts about speaking out against sleeping. And besides, (y/n) was rather sleepy and needed to think about whether she was actually in the video game: The wolf among us.
In only a few minutes, (y/n) was already fast asleep.
Bigby sat at his desk and groaned quietly to himself. He was already worried about what was going on in Fable town and now he has to worry about a Mundy who somehow knew him by name? Though, Bigby would be lying if he said that he wasn't intrigued by her.
”So, who’s the babe?” The pig on the floor asked Bigby, slowly making his way over to the wolf’s desk as to not disturb their guest.
Bigby grumbled as quietly as he could and ran a hand over his face at Colin’s question. He was still trying to figure her out himself. “Her name is (y/n), I don’t think she’s from here. Her clothes are off, but she doesn’t seem dangerous… I’m not sure what to do with her, I can’t let her wander off, but I'm not sure if bringing her with me on my job is the right move either”
Colin rolled his eyes as he turned on his side, “yeah, couldn’t help you there, pal. But I don’t think that subjecting a mundy to fables all day for however long is a good idea, especially knowing how… You that you can get.”
Bigby growled at the Pig before turning to his desk and looking over his clues, not knowing where to go next. He knew that in just a few hours, Crane wanted him to interrogate the Woodsman about Snow’s death as he was the prime suspect at the moment but now he had another problem on his hands, the pretty mundy sleeping on his chair.