Mabel opened her eyes to the darkness. The black void, mixed with deep fog, that seemed to be scattered for miles away, were making it impossible to see a thing.
Where am I? The young girl asked, taking a step ahead. The ground under her feet was steady, but she couldn't understand, what material it was.
And still, she continued to walk around the darkness, trying to find anything, that would help her to find a way out of the place. And the whole time, Mabel couldn't shake a feeling...
A feeling... that she thought was familiar from somewhere. She didn't know, from where... but she knew she experienced this before...
As Mabel continued her way into the emptiness... a sound started to break through the thick blanket of the fog... that made the girl raise her alarm.
"Huh? Hello?" Mabel called, looking around herself. "Is somebody there?"
Starting as indecipherable, but the Mabel approached the source, she could finally make it out...
A voice... a voice of a young girl. It was distorted and still far away... and yet, Mabel could make out something of her words...
M■ p■■■io■s ba■■■s...
M■■■■s go■ ■uo...
■ ■■■ve y■■ ■■ ■■ch...
■y be■■■■■ul bo■■...
And many more phrases like that... at first, all of them made Mabel feel comfortable and warm inside... just a small, silly thing, but it really did make her feel better, even with this darkness all around her.
But Mabel still thought what could that mean... who was that girl in her head? She still couldn't see her face, but only heard the voice... she couldn't place it anywhere, from what she knew... but, from sound of it, it did seem similar to her own to some extent.
That reminded her of a book she read... it was about legends and signs, people would use to try to guess their baby's gender before birth. One that stuck to her the most was an Asian thing, about mothers having dreams, that would tell her the baby's gender...
Could that dream be one of them? Could that girl be her baby? Was she having a baby girl? A thought about having a daughter made her smile... she would be happy with either, a girl and boy alike through.
But then, a wind seemed to pick up and Mabel's attention turned back to ahead of herself... to see a dark figure... a girl...
She was moving around, like if she was fighting something... or, rather, somebody...
"N■, no, ■o, n■!" The shadow of the girl started to look around in worry(?), but fear and anger lingered in her still distorted voice. "L■■ ■e ■■! P■■as■! Do■■ ■o ■■■s! ■y b■■s! M■ ■a■■es! Gi■■ t■■m b■c■!"
"W... what?" Mabel whispered. She was getting scared now, with the situation escalating from peaceful to this... she also felt the emotions of this girl going to herself too.
It was when the figure stopped. It seemed to turn it's head (face?) to her.
And within second, Mabel found herself on the ground, a death grip placed on her hands,
"■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■!"
The figure cried. It cried to the world, to Mabel, to sky, to ground. To nothing and everything at the same time. But Mabel held herself still... she still couldn't make out a single word of what that girl tried to say. She was shaking, while the figure continued to scream to her, with liquid (tears?) starting to fall on her hands.
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Our Mother : Mabel Pines
Fanfiction(Heavily inspired by Mamá Mira/Papá Bruno reverse) She appeared out of blue. She didn't remember, where she came form. She didn't remember who she was, other than her name. All, she knew that she wanted to find her brother and go back home. But it l...
