Why worry?

Chapter 1: it was just some fun.

Mabel's pov:

It's been an hour since me, candy, Grenada and Wendy had returned with the unicorn hair.Stanford was right to call them frustrating, unicorns turned out to be horrible and rude, their blood also tie dyed most of our clothes. Nobody had greeted us, not a yell from another room. nothing. I was starting to get bored.
tossing my pillow across the room, I found my walkie-talkie and radioed dipper.
"One two one two, come in dipstick. I repeat come in dipstick? Over." The was some static crackling.
"Dipper checking in, over?" My face lit up.
"Were are yooooouuuuu... over." There was another pause.
"I-i don't, I don't actually know and I don't think I'm aloud to tell you... over."
I rolled my eyes, I didn't like that answer "is ford with you? over."
There was a long static pause "this is Stanford, over." Oh he had passed the radio to him.
"We're back, over." I said bluntly.
"Good, do you know how to make bracelets?over."
I tried to register the odd question. "Yes, over."
"Use what you gathered to make as many as you can, over."
"Yes sir! over." I saluted even though he couldn't see and got to work. I jumped up and grabbed my equipment from underneath the bed.

After two hours of platting, sticking, sewing, drilling, feathers and twenty cups of Mabel juice I had finally made around twenty four bracelets. The room was now a mess and I had accidentally glued another bird to the ceiling but it had been worth it. Not because it had helped ford but because it had kept me from being bored for two hours.
"Task complete! Over." There was an extremely long wait before i Finally got a response.
"We're finished as well, over." And with that I heard the vending machine from down stairs, I rushed down, almost flinging myself into Stan.
"Tada!" I span around making it rain bracelets. A couple landed on the others, Stanford inspected the one that had landed on his head and gave a satisfied hum.
"Good job Mabel, these will be perfect!" He praised before checking his watch, "would you look at, that you kids better get to bed" he said cheerfully, bugging a... blindfolded? Dipper towards me. He tried lifting it up but ford quickly pulled it back "U-uh I'm afraid until we get everything sorted... you'll have to keep it on..." there was a hint of fear in his voice. He looked at me and gave a nod of a-thousand words and took dipper by the arm, I started guiding him carefully up the stairs "oh um," I turned back and tossed me two bracelets "put these on as soon as possible" he gave a week smile and I turned my attention to helping dipper up the stairs.
The head gesture Stanford had given ruffly translated to 'keep him safe' and 'he can take it off but not while moving or around me because I'm afraid' well not that last part but thats how he's acting, ever since I read that random string of words he's been treating Dipper like a glitter bomb that could explode at any moment. It was me who caused the issue and I was tired of everyone using Dipper as a scapegoat just because he can't defend himself.
We made it to the bedroom and I pulled dipper to his bed, passing him his pyjamas "thanks Mabel" he said looking in the wrong direction.
I held back a snigger "I'm over here" his head turned quickly in my direction.
"This is gonna get old real fast." He flopped back not bothering to get changed.
"I don't know it's pretty fun!" I sat jumping onto my bed.
He turned over, facing the wall "maybe for you..." he sighed "but... it's unsettling for me."
A walked over and sat on the end of his bed "how?" I asked curiously.
He sat up quickly "not being able to see my own hands" he lifted his arms, almost hitting me in the face. "Even when there right in-front of me." He lent back on his arms and sighed again "this is going to make social interactions difficult." I gave a confused hum, as I got up and started getting changed "not being able to read body language, not seeing facial expressions!" He groaned in frustration "are you still infront of me?"
"Nope!" I was swinging my legs on my bed. His head whipped around at an alarming rate. He gave one last sigh and lied back down. I bit my lip in annoyance "we'll think about it like this, your a pirate with two eye patches!" He just let out a cough like laugh.
"Thanks... night Mabel."
I suddenly remembered the bracelets and chucked one on dippers bed and quickly slipped mine on "night bro bro!" I turned the lamp off.