Through The Triplet's Eye: A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

The Last Mabelcorn

We start off the next day by searching and scouring for good board games to play. Our little quest eventually leads us to the closet, where Mabel rubs her hands in excitement and expectation. 

Dipper opens the old and cobweb-filled closet. "Alright, Grunkle Stan's gotta have some decent board games."

"Let's see, 'Battlechutes & Ladderships', 'Necronomiconopoly', 'Don't Wake Stalin'..." Mabel's voice trails off when Dipper picks a board game up, its cover shabby and mouldy, ascribable to the prolonged period of it being underutilised. 

"Hey, what's this? 'What Could Go Wrong?'. The last players who opened this box never made it out alive," Dipper read the description with interest, a little bit of suspicion lingering in his voice due to the nature of this town and everything in it. 'Love the Jumanji reference by the way.'

Mabel paused briefly and rather comically, pondering and inspecting the board game. "Well, I know what we're doing today." 'There's a hundred and four days of summer vacation when school comes along just to end- wait sorry, wrong cartoon.'

"This should take up the next 21 minutes," Dipper informed us, probably thinking of himself as an intellectual.

"And exactly how long did it take for you to figure that?" I inquire inquisitively. 

"Uhhh, around a minute," Dipper laughed nervously. 

"Fair enough, but you do know that each episode of Gravity Falls is 21 minutes long, right?"

"Oh yeah, totally," Dipper laughed and flushed, indicating that he was not cognizant of the fact I had just dispensed.

I facepalm and shake my head in disappointment before Ford's voice floats to our ears. "Family meeting! Family meeting!"

We zoom to the living room, where Ford, admittedly looking slightly better than he was yesterday, the colour of his eyes now retaining its normal milky-white texture, was waiting for us with a brown and slightly worn-out bag on the table. "Ah, children. Come in, come in!"

"Ooh, mysterious scrolls and potions! Are you going to tell us we're finally of age to go to wizard school?" Mabel jumps onto a chair beside the table zealously, standing on it and rummaging through the bag hopefully. "Is there an owl in this bag?"

Ford snatches the bag away from Mabel before she could forage through it any further, hugging it protectively once he did. "No! I can assure you if there's an owl in this bag, he's long dead." Mabel frowned, evidently disappointed by Ford's honest words, though Ford did not care for that as he took out an ancient scroll with an image of Bill emblazoned on it, showing it to us. "Now, children, do either of you recognize this symbol?"

His mere image engendered gasps of shock and anger from the twins. 

"Bill," Dipper simply responded, his voice laced with hatred.

"My friend," I jest, prompting all of them to stare at me as if I were some kind of lunatic. "I was obviously just joking, he's literally my sworn enemy and it will stay that way forever."

All of them released sighs of relief, except for Casey? Why was she staring at Bill for that long? Her body was seemingly frozen in time or something because she wasn't moving. 

"Casey, are you alright?" I ask in concern. I start shaking her to wake her up from whatever trance she was stuck in but it didn't seem to work. 

"Sorry guys, carry on without me. I know what happens anyway," I carry Casey and bring her up to our bedroom, ignoring what the others were saying and after getting there, I lay her on Mabel's bed.