Mabel's Reality

Deadly Drawings

No way to save her,

It's far too late

Her love is gone

And filled with hate...

"I hate you," Dipper growled. "I hate you so much. Why can't you just...work!" The preteen cried in frustration as he violently shook the computer mouse. Yet to his disappointment, the computer continued to load. "Ugh! Why is the internet in Gravity Falls so slow!" Dipper groaned, "It doesn't help that the only computer in this entire library is ancient." He finally gave up when the machine up and died on him. "Guess I have to do this the hard way," he resolved.

After finding the symbol on the bottom of the plastic pool, Dipper was determined to find the meaning of it. The journal offered no helpful information, so he was forced to conduct his research at the local library. Unfortunately, the Gravity Falls library was almost as old as the town itself. Heading to the non-fiction section, he began to scan the shelves for a title with symbol in the name. He paused at an unmarked book and pulled it out to read the cover. "Beaver Boogie: The Majestic Dance of the Beaver. Nope." He continued his search before stopping at Gravity Falls Grade school Year Book and opening it out of curiosity. "Heh, Wendy had pigtails just like Mabel," he said smiling at the picture. His gaze landed on five year old Robbie Valentino whose young face was smiling and eyeliner free. "Whoah, Robbie looks a decent person. I wonder what happened?" Pulling out the last unmarked book off the shelf, he sighed in frustration when he glanced at the cover of Wood You Marry Me? The History of Woodpecker Marriage. "None of these are what I'm looking for! If I were a useful book in Gravity Falls, where would I be?" Looking to the right, he saw a section labeled Boring Books and snapped his fingers.  "There we go."

Starting at "s", Dipper traced his finger along the flat edge of the books hunting for anything relevant before stopping at an interesting title. Supernatural by Carver Edlund, this sounds promising, he mused until he read the description. Never mind...he thought as a disgusted look appeared on his face. This is definitely a story that Mabel would read. He shuddered as the memory of Wolf man Bare Chest crossed his mind. As he returned the novel back to its original place, he noticed a book hidden behind the Supernatural series. Freeing it from its covert location, Dipper's face lit up at the title: Symbolix: The Complete Collection of Symbols from Around the World.

Lifting the heavy volume from the shelf, the young sleuth proceeded to check it out and race home. As he headed up the aged staircase, he nearly dropped the book in surprise as something blue flew past him. "It's for me!" his sister yelled as she ran to the door. He shrugged it off, figuring it was most likely another one of Mabel's short term boyfriends.

Setting the book on his bed, he began rapidly flipping through the multiple pages looking for any sign of the symbol. An hour and a half later he finally found an icon resembling the one on the bottom of the plastic pool and read the description aloud.

"Symbols of the Mind. Originating in Tibet, this symbol is used by monks for focusing thought energy. A thought form, or tulpa, can be created from meditation or concentrating on an idea. A tulpa is a physical materialization of a thought and can take the form of either a creature or inanimate object." Dipper glanced across the room at the yellow sweater Mabel had left on her bed.  Black yarn knitted into the yellow formed the Tibetan symbol. Maybe, Mabel's secretly a tulpa? He thought, his paranoia beginning to kick in. What if, she isn't real? What if I'm not real? What Gravity Falls isn't real, and it was something thought up by a thirty year old man as a reflection of his childhood?! His breathing quickened as he questioned his existence. His conscious piped in, but even if I was a tulpa, I'd be fully formed by now and function as something that exists therefore I am real.

"As the idea is concentrated on, the tulpa will continue to change shape as the idea changes. When the tulpa is in this state, the only way to destroy it is to stop the idea or the concentration of the idea and then the tulpa. Once it is fully formed and the concentration stops, then it will become completely tangible and will behave independently as a real creature or object," the description read.

Dipper began clicking a pen as his thoughts raced.  If that's the case, then anything Mabel draws accompanied by that symbol will come to life.  And if it's an independent creature, then it can be good or bad!  "It's fine, everything's fine," he said slightly panicking. "A tulpa hasn't been made yet and the only symbol here is on Mabel's sweater." His breathing was frantic as he paced back and forth across the room. A crunching sound caused him to stop dead in his tracks. Beneath his foot was the crushed remains of one of Mabel's macaroni art pieces. Shoot, Dipper thought, Mabel's not going to be happy about this. As he picked up the paper, he noticed something in the upper right hand corner of the page. "The symbol is here too?!" He exclaimed. "No biggie, I'll just tear it off."

When he picked up the macaroni art piece from the ground and noticed a similar sheet lacking pasta. "Huh? Why is this one blank?" In bright pink glitter pen, the word "Snoodles" was written at the top of the page. "Snoodles? What the heck is a snoodles?" A low hissing sound came from behind him. Slowly turning around, Dipper froze in shock at the sight of a giant snake made from macaroni noodles hanging from the rafters. Who knew wheat byproducts could turn into a deadly snake? "Oh. That's a snoodles." The snake lunged, startling Dipper out of his stupor.   Dodging the deadly drawing, he made a break for the attic door.

Leave it Mabel to create a deadly snake, Dipper huffed as he bolted down the stairs. There might be something I can use to fight in the gift shop. Or else I'm going to be the one eaten tonight.

Behind him, the sound of pasta clanking against the stairs created an eerie rattling effect that unnerved Dipper. Tripping over his feet, the edible reptilian slipped past and blocked the entrance to the living room. The frightened brunet was forced to back into the kitchen. Panic stricken, he wildly reached out to grab the nearest object to use as a weapon. Gripping tight to the handle of a soup ladle, he raised it in front of him defensively. He backed up nervously as it neared, searching the room for something, anything to help. A pot of water was boiling on the stove, that could work... Using the ladle, he hooked the handle and pulled the pot off the stovetop. The scalding water fell onto the pasta beast causing the noodles to soften and stick together. As the creature was stuck to the wooden floors, Dipper ran to the attic and tore the drawing of Mr Snoodles apart thus destroying the symbol. He tore as many drawings that had the symbol apart as fast as he could, unaware of his teary eyed sister entering the room.

Mable's damp eyes opened in surprise, "Dipper what are you doing!" The person in question was holding a pair of scissors to her new yellow sweater. "No!" she shrieked pulling on the article of clothing.

"Let go Mabel!" Dipper yelled, "I'm doing this for your own good!" While the two were fighting, Dipper didn't pay attention to the pair of scissors in his hand until she cried out in pain. He looked down at his sisters arm and dropped the office tool in horror. A large cut ran along Mabel's sleeve and he could see blood coming from underneath. "Mabel, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" She shoved him before bolting out of the room. "What have I done?" he said quietly to himself.

Yes Dipper, what have you done...