Psychic

Bikes

((Note- I'm going to stop putting quotations around thoughts, they'll just be in italics now.))

"This is fun!" I grinned as Dipper and I sped down the forest trail.

"Yeah!" He agreed. "This trail is neat!"

It was a nice day, too. The birds were, singing, the sun was shining...almost like a stereotypical Disney movie.

All of a sudden, the day decided to stop being nice. There was no longer air under our bike tires. I looked down. We'd just gone over a huge cliff.

And we were falling...falling...falling...

And then I woke up.

My eyes snapped open and my head shot up so I was sitting up in my bed within a second. Once again, Dipper was by my side in an instant.

"Mabel, are you okay?" He asked. "Was it another nightmare?" A thought followed. I really hope she's okay.

A smile played at my lips. I was still freaking out, but at least I had confirmation he was really and truly worried if I was okay or not. "I'm fine. Bad dream." I paused, remembering the library dream yesterday. "You...weren't planning on a bike ride today...were you?"

Dipper raised an eyebrow. "I...was. Why?" How did she know that?

"I was just...wondering. I don't feel like it today." I paused. "Or we could not use the forest trail."

"Why not?" Dipper bit the inside of his cheek. I never told her what trail we were using!

"Uh...hay fever? I guess?" I tried.

"Um..." He narrowed his eyes. "Mabel, what's going on?" This is scaring me.

It finally got to be too much. I leapt out of bed, still wearing my outfit from yesterday, and ran out the door. I ran down the stairs, and through the gift shop and past Stan.

"Mabel honey, are you okay?" He called after me, but I didn't reply.

I just ran.

I ran and ran and ran.

And I would've kept running if I hadn't suddenly recognized the path I was on.

I skidded to a halt just before the cliff.

"Oh my god." I whispered, backing slowly away from it.

The pressure was just too much. I fell to my knees and burst into tears, burying my face in my hands.

And through my hands, I couldn't see when the world turned to grayscale.

But I could hear the familiar voice behind me.

"Shooting Star, what's the matter?"

I pulled my face out of my hands. Without turning around, I screamed. "Leave me alone, you stupid triangle! I'm not in the mood for whatever you have planned right now!"

"Hey, kid, no need to cry." Bill said.

I stood up and turned to face him. "Yeah, well just leave me alone right now. I have my own problems."

I stalked away, but froze when I heard what Bill said next.

"Yeah, you do. And that's my fault."

"Huh?" I pivoted on my heels and looked up at him. "What's your fault?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He narrowed his eye. "Don't play dumb with me, Shooting Star."

Realization sparked in the back of my mind. "I-it's your fault!" I clenched my fists. "What did you do to me?"

He crossed his arms. "I just gave you a present. No need to be rash."

"A present?" I screeched, extremely angry now. "What kind of present is this supposed to be?"

"Listen, kid." Bill floated a bit closer to me. "I actually felt genuinely sorry for you, so I gave you a present. Hard to believe, I bet. But it's true."

I found myself instinctively trying to find his thoughts and get some evidence he wasn't lying, but I couldn't. Dream demon thing? What I did find were emotions. I couldn't find his exact thoughts, but I could tell how he was feeling. And he was actually sorry. He wasn't lying.

"Y-you're serious." I stammered in disbelief.

"Yeah I am." He laughed. "I know your little feelings trick there, Shooting Star. You can't get to a dream demon's real thoughts, but I see you're very inventive."

"Shut up." I glared at him.

"Okay, okay." He rolled his eye. "I guess you don't like the gift then. I really wish I could take it back, but sorry, I can't."

"Wait...so you really meant...well, whatever is going on, as a gift?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Then I'm gonna treat it as one!" I announced. "On Christmas, if you don't like the socks your grandma bought you...again...you don't tell her that! You learn to like them! And that's what I'm gonna do!"

"Christmas?" Bill asked.

Before I could answer, the mindscape went from gray to red, and an ear-piercing alarm sounded.

"What's going on?" I screamed over the noise.

"There may or may not be a rule against giving powers to mortals that I may or may not have broken to give you a gift and I may or may not be running from the dream demon police." Bill replied, looking both ways cautiously. "Listen, Shooting Star, I'll be back. I need to lay low for a little. See you soon, kid."

Then I awoke on the ground near the cliff. My eyes fluttered open and sunlight streamed down.

I rubbed my eyes, stood up, and dusted myself off.

And to be honest, I genuinely hoped that Bill was okay.

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*Mabill intensifies*
So, how was the chapter?
Aw, poor Bill...he accidentally (not really) gave Mabel powers she didn't want, he's running from the cops, and he doesn't know what Christmas is? Wow!
I hope you liked this.

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Abi <3