Unnamed...for now.

Prologue

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Sorry if the beginning's kind of short, I'll try to make it longer whenever I find the time to do so.

⚠ Triggers: Bullying, Usage of cursing and certain swears. ⚠

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                  Another year has passed for them all. It was a quiet afternoon in the mystical woods near the pawn shop, the wind blowing the flowers, grass, leaves, and trees with a wistful sigh of its cool breath. It was undoubtedly unusual for the enormous economy of creatures to stay in this sort of silence for too long. Usually he and his sister, Mabel, go on wacky, unusual, and fun adventures, discovering and figuring out pieces of the puzzle they were trying to put together. That was, until Bill Cypher was summoned into the forest again. But, once again, he was defeated by Grunkle Stan. However, it was somewhat different now. Dipper felt unsettled by the silence, clutching onto his newly earned 'Clue' bookbag with his signature symbol being a maple leaf and his sister being—well, his sister as usual—but she felt a bit uncomfortable as well by the silence, hugging her pet pig too tightly. The pig lightly screeched a small squeal in response to the pressure that was given to it, squirming in Mabel's grasp to get away from the pain it was going through, or just to tell her that she was squeezing the life out of it accidentally. The most curious question for both of the twins was, 'Where was Grunkle Stan?'. After a few moments of silence (not including the pig's squeals just a moment ago), Dipper managed to build up his courage and managed to say something to shatter it. "Should we... should we go in?" Mable looked at him in confusion. Was that a question or a topic to pick up on? She knew that he was quite nervous about the abnormalities and certain types of ghosts and demons that were here last summer, but when it comes to figuring these things out, he's great at it. "Of course, Dip!" Mable responded in her usual ecstatic and cheery tone, carefully dropping down her pig while slowly wrapping an arm around her twin's shoulder for some form of comfort. "Besides, who wouldn't want a warmer welcome at the ol' Mystery Shack? Now come on!" Mabel suddenly grabbed his arm and slowly dragged him into the shack while the pig was close behind the two. Dipper, not being surprised at this action, decided not to fight it. After all, it is summer for both of the twins. Mabel kicked down the door, the door opening with the sound of a creak. Mabel shivered a bit, Dipper noticing the underwhelming feeling of his twin, getting up slowly and holding onto her hand. "Well, this is it." Dipper managed to say it through a short, nervous breath, putting most of his fears aside. The pig that was in Mabel's hands earlier managed to squeeze through both of the twins, squealing and disappearing into the dark shack. Mabel fell into a panicked state, chasing after it while pulling her brother into the darkness as well. "Porky! Come back here; it's okay! We're at a familiar place, remember?" Mabel called out to Pork-Rind, the pig, whom she loves dearly as a friend and another sibling. Any sound or faint whisper that was left of the three mammals was drowned out by the darkness in the thrift store, and the door soon closed in on itself slowly, making screeching creaks as if it were screaming for someone for help. But sadly, nobody came to the rescue. It was just a door, after all. After a few minutes more, the door manages to finally close in on itself, making the chirping of the birds more vibrant and the breezes manage to be heard as well.