Mabel's Reality

Strange Symbols

A storm is brewing,
Dark will consume all.

Down will go the trees,
And the stars will fall....

"You're going down, Dipper," Mabel said looking up at her brother with a frown on her face. A wind softly blew through the trees and ruffled her hair. Dipper took a few steps towards the girl before taking a firm stance in front of her. Mabel narrowed her eyes as she tightened her grip around the object in her hand. "Are you ready brother," she whispered before exclaiming, "to be whipped!" She ran towards him with a can of whipped cream, spraying the contents at him while hollering like an Indian from old western film.

"Not today!" Dipper declared quickly rolling out of the stream of dairy delight. He laughed before aiming a can of spray cheese at her face. "Say cheese!" Mabel's face froze in fear as she was assaulted with a barrage of soft, sticky cheddar. "Ha! Did you really think you could beat me?" Dipper said confidently, raising his hands above his head in victory. "Cheddar cheese can last six months outside the refrigerator without spoiling. That's over two thousand times longer than any cream-" A large glob of whip cream collided with face silencing him.

"Ew, nerd numbers," Mabel said making a disgusted face. Piling more whipped cream into her hand, she flung it at Dipper's chest. "You know that I'm fact-tose intolerant." Running a hand across his eyes, Dipper wiped the rest of Mabel's attack off his face and clothes. His sister laughed as she watched him try to get some of the desert dressing off his back.

As she was distracted with giggling, Dipper snuck up behind the brunette and sprayed some cheese into her ear causing her to scream. "Well I just think that you're crackers," Dipper retorted as Mabel clawed at the side of her head, desperately trying to get the gooey cheese out of her hair and ear.

Glowering, Mabel tackled her brother and the two showered each other with an onslaught of cheese and cream. Suddenly, the siblings were bombarded with a blast of water. "Will you quit wasting my food," Grunkle Stan said holding the hose with an annoyed look on his face. "That's tonight's dinner you're squandering."

Mabel turned her head and looked at her brother with a smile. "Dairy fusion?" she asked holding out her hand as a sign of peace. He nodded at her and the two linked arms yelling "Dairy fusion!" as they chased their great uncle through the yard with the two cans of spray food.

After an hour of running around in the hot sun, the cheese had hardened and made everyone's garments sticky and disgusting.  Deciding that it was time to bear some new apparel, Mabel ran inside and up the stairs to the attic.  On the bed were a pair of needles waiting with a ball of yarn.  Mabel pulled off her cat sweater before grabbing the needles and sitting down to work. She hummed as she carefully created the clothing, thinking about how splendid the past few days have been. For days she hasn't had a single bad dream, Dipper wasn't obsessing over the journal as much ever since the laptop was destroyed, and then there was Bill. Recently, the two had been getting along fairly well despite him being a demon and everything. He seemed nicer and listened to her when her brother didn't. Maybe it's possible that she was changing him for the better... "Hey Mabel," Dipper said disrupting her train of thought as he walked into the room, "That's, uh, an interesting symbol you got there."

Mabel looked down at the sweater she was knitting in surprise. Intertwined with the yellow wool, was a black symbol she didn't even notice she had created. "Uh, thanks. I saw it in a dream," she mumbled. Dipper furrowed his eyebrows.  That's odd, he thought, where have I seen that symbol before?  Finishing the sweater, Mabel pulled the yellow material over her head and took a quick look in the mirror. Her mind drifted back to the dream where she first saw the symbol.

For everyday during the past week, Bill would wait for Mabel in the mindscape and she would spend the entire night with him. Although she was super annoying at first, Bill got used to the young girl's ramblings very quickly. He found that he actually enjoyed her company. The twelve year old was quite imaginative and gave him so many good ideas for nightmares. She always had something to say, which was fortunate for him because he found silence quite uncomfortable. The two enjoyed making fun of Dipper and Bill taught Mabel things she never knew she could do in her dream realm before while she taught him how to be good.