Me, Myself and Him (a gravity falls fanfiction)

He Who Must Not Be Named

"you saw a demon, after being chased by gnomes, and he hugged you, but you didn't see his face?" Ford asked doubtfully.

"Yes." I said.

He looked at me worriedly, his hand tapping on the chair's armrest.

"I'm not lying!" I said.

"Mabel, I believe you. But what would a demon want with you?" Stan asked.

"I don't know. He seems to always be sad when I see him. I don't know why. He said he didn't want me seeing his face in case I recognise him."

"...Do you think it could be the same one?" Ford asked.

"Same what?" I asked.

"I dunno. Maybe." Stan said.

"What are you guys talking about?" I asked. The pair of them looked guiltily at me.

"Guuuuys?" I said slowly.

"Well, a few months ago, right after... Summer ended, there were an alarming amount of reports coming in about a creature in the woods. They said it looked like a small boy. He never said anything that made sense, and always ran away before anyone could get a closer look at him. But he always said the same thing; don't look at me."

"Why?" I asked. This was bizarre. And creepy. And the plot was thickening. ... He would have loved it.

"So many people saw him. Pacifica, Fiddleford, Wendy, Soos and his Grandmother. Even Stan did."

"You did?" I spun around, Stan held up his hands, "only for a second! I swear! I saw something up in the trees outside the shack. And then it was gone!"

"But with all the mysteries previously, and with my Journals destroyed, I had no ways of finding out more. Things began getting out of hand eventually. You should have seen the amount of people who came in looking for me, looking for a way to ward off the thing. I'm a scientist, not a witch doctor!" Ford exclaimed.

"Eventually, with he whole thing and all, rumors changed to say that he was a ghost."

"A ghost?" I asked.

"Oh. Uh, heh. I guess? I dunno." Stan shrugged, suddenly beginning to sweat. "Uh... Nice weather we're having, right?"

"Ford?" I turned to him.

He turned red and adjusted his glasses, "yes. I think tomorrow will be ... Uh... Sunny?"

"What are you not telling me?" I looked between the two of them.

Stan sighed, "me and my big mouth. Sweetie. They began to say that he was the ghost of... Of... Well, y'know... H-him."

My eyes widened and my jaw went slack. I stared at Stan.

"Now, don't let this get out of hand! I knew him, and Ghosts are only vengeful people, who want revenge on something or someone who wronged them during life, there's no way that Dipper would-"

That word. That one forbidden word. The one no one ever said to me. I stopped listening as my world turned black and grey around me as I felt that familiar tension in my gut. The sudden pounding headache in my head.

"Don't say his name." I whispered. Ford stopped talking.

"Mabel?" Stan asked softly.

"Don't say his name. His... His... Don't..." I felt my breathing quicken. My heart beating too fast as the tears began.

Ford realised his mistake, "no! Mabel, I'm so sorry, it was a mistake. I didn't mean..."

And then I felt my legs give way and I fell like a tree. I watched in my mind's eye every image. Every scene. Every word. Every adventure. Every fight. Every laugh. Every sappy moment.Every memory of us.

But there wasn't an us anymore.

There was just me.

Alone. With no one there.

No one to understand.

No one to help.

No one to be there.

How had I survived?

How could I go on?

Without him.

Without... Dipper.

Dipper.

Dipperdipperdipperdipperdipperdipperdipperdipperdipperdipper-

And then I forgot. Like I always did. I never remembered what happened after that. Like my brain just went on reboot and I wouldn't be able to remember what happened to me afterwards. What was worse was that no one would tell me what I had done. Or what had happened.

I never got in trouble anymore either. I remembered the first time I had blanked out like that in California. And I had woken up on his bed. When I went into mine everything was destroyed. My bed, my dollhouse. My lamp. But no one told me off. No one got mad. No one shouted. Instead my parents asked if I wanted to sleep with them while they looked for a new bed for me.

I woke up again on my bed in the attic. Stan was there, sitting on the bed next to me. His face was creased with worry. He looked up and sighed in relief when he saw me. "Wow, kid, you really scared us. Ford tried to Exorcise you after you fell asleep."

"What... What happened?" I asked.

"Well, it's kinda... I'm not supposed to say..." Stan rubbed the back of his neck.

"What?" I asked.

He smiled and stood up, leaned over and hugged me, "it's fine. You just shouted some things and you broke some stuff. It's nothing to go crazy about."

It was more than anyone had said about it. And so I left it alone and hugged him back. Burying my face in the shoulder of his black suit.

"What happened to you, Mabel?" He asked softly. "You used to be the happiest person I knew. Without a care in the world. Remember when we made that bet? Where I went on holiday and you ran the Shack and we had to see who made the most money?"

"And you went on TV and lost, and we made that apology song for you to sing?" I smiled sadly.

"And you always asked that dang pig if he was satisfied, and then I had to do it over and over until he was."

"And when you saved him from that Pterodactyl, and punched that dinosaur in the face?" I laughed.

"That's my girl." Stan stood up and ruffled my hair, "let's go down for dinner. I hope Poindexter hasn't raised the roast chicken from the dead again."

I smiled as I flashed back to a memory.

"What the one thing I asked you not to do tonight?"

"Raise the dead."

"And what did you do?"

"...Raise the dead."