Mabel had been running for a while before she sat down next to a stream. She quickly cleaned off most of the blood and looked down at her reflection. There was still blood on her sweater and skirt. She bit her bottom lip. “Oh Dipper I'm so sorry,” she muttered to herself. She stretched out to look at the sky. She watched as the clouds passed over head.
Then she heard a voice she didn't want to hear.
“Mabel?” Stan said. He walked over and crouched beside her. He noticed the blood on her and frowned. “Mabel, what happened to Dipper?”
Mabel moaned and rolled over to her side. She curled up into a ball as she tried not to look at him. She would have gone into sweatertown but there was no way she was going to pull the blood splattered sweater over her head.
“Mabel, tell me now,” Stan demanded.
Mabel shook her head. She tried to curl in tighter, but it was no use.
Stan set his hand on her shoulder. “Mabel, if you don't tell me things will get worse,” he said.
Mabel sighed and uncurled. She rolled to face him. “I...stabbed him,” she admitted.
“You stabbed him?” Stan face was one of disbelief. Mabel would never hurt her brother like that. Maybe some teasing, but never physically.
Mabel nodded. “Well, more like I was possessed but I still stabbed him...” she muttered.
“Possessed?” Stan asked. He was used to the paranormal but when one of his family were involved he wasn't ready for the comments.
Mabel sighed. “Yeah, by Bill...” she muttered.
Stan frowned and ran his hand through Mabel's hair. “Let's get you home,” he said. He stood up and picked her up. “Oh, man...getting too old for this,” he muttered as he swooped her onto his back. “You're going to need some Mabel juice aren't you?”
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21 Days of Dread
FanfictionA bunch of Gravity Falls drabbles that are probably not really good. But hey, there's 21 days until the new episode that everyone is getting all excited about. So to keep myself sane (ish) I'm gonna write.
