Memories-Be-Gone: An Alternate Ending For 'The Last Mabelcorn'

Alternate Ending to an Alternate Ending Fanfic

WARNING: Not recommended for the tender-hearted!

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"Oh, Shooting Star. Are you worried you'll never see your brother again?" A flash of mischievousness glowed in Bipper's awkward stare. "We can prevent that together. You know that."

Mabel looked up, and wiped her tears angrily. "What makes you think I'm going to make a deal with you?" She snarled.

"Because it's the only way to keep your brother forever. I can see your brother's spirit. He's trying to hug you right now, crying out for you to hear his pleas. But for all you know, it might be the last hug you ever get from him." Bipper studied his fingers. "I can fix that. If I get what I want, you'll have an eternal summer with your brother, and it'll be even better than this one. But you'll have to tell me where your Great Uncle is hiding, and you'll be my puppet too."

Mabel paused. An eternal summer? She felt drawn to the idea, and wanted to believe that it would be better. But her right mind gave a harsh tug at the rope. Don't do it! Bill is trying to trick you! Mabel paused. But it still sounds promising. And I want my brother back! Besides, it's just a small little deal with Bill. What's the worst?

Hesitantly, Mabel nodded. "You win. It's a deal!" She informed him. Bipper smiled a grin that was so wide it could've cut his face in two. "Ford's hiding in his secret bunker. It looks like a tree, but if you look closely, you'll see a lever."

"Thank you for finally coming to your senses!" An excited Bipper's hand started to glow blue, and was engulfed in an electric blue hand. "Go ahead, give it a shake."

Mabel grabbed his hand, surprised it didn't hurt. With a small, sleepy sigh, her vision clouded until it was nothing but white.

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Bill stood up in his new form, ran into the hall to look at a mirror. "Not bad! I've never been a girl before!" He grinned, revealing a row of braces. "Metal teeth! Ha!"

Without any further hesitation, Bill ran in the direction of the bunker, laughing maniacally.

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Ford was relieved that he had disabled the bunker's security system, which made it easier to come in and hide. But he still felt uneasy, and couldn't help but wonder if Mabel was alright, or if Bipper would be after them right now.

"Ford?" He heard a voice suddenly, which made him jump.

"Girls! Prepare your weapons!" He told Mabel's friends in a low whisper. Candy held up her gun, and Grenda balled up her fists.

Instead, Mabel calmly entered the bunker. "Ford!" She exclaimed, and ran over to hug him. "I was worried about you."

"Wha... You were? I thought you were going to find Dipper."

"Well, I thought about what you said, and I assumed it would be a good idea to come and help you protect the rift." Mabel looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry about the way I acted. I guess I was just being stupid."

Ford nodded. "Well, I guess I don't blame you. With the personality you've got, it would take a lot for you to leave Dipper," He patted his grand-niece on her head, "And if you want to go back for him, I don't blame you. Just stay true to who you are on the inside."

Mabel grinned, and she clasped her hands together cheerfully. "Oh, Great Uncle Ford, you really think that?" She looked over to the rift, which was rested next to him. "The rift's not very protected. You want me to put it in one of those glass cases?" She picked it up and examined it, chuckling waywardly.

Ford got a bad feeling. "Mabel, don't touch that!" He paused, and realized that Mabel would've had no clue about it. "Wait.."

As soon as the old nerd let his guard down, Mabel slammed it down on the floor. Ford gasped in horror as it shattered, that the material inside became vulnerable. It rose up in the air, and through the bunker's ceiling as it bubbled to the surface.

"Thanks for the rift, Sixter." Mabel grinned, and anger sliced through Ford.

"No!!!" He hollered, and Grenda and Candy looked mortified. "Bill! I should've known it was you, you blasted little piece of-"

Bill laughed. "No need to thank me. Now if you excuse me, I have to go take my physical form to the party can commence!" Before Ford could grab him by Mabel's sweater collar, he rushed away.

"You lose, Sixter! You lose!!!"