Operation: Matchmaking Bill Cipher [MaBill]

→ fifteen.

np: potato falls, mashup by Quentin Mashups

Mabel.

I looked around and saw a flying pony head.

I shrugged that thought off and looked around. Where was I? I was going to the woods with Dipper, wasn't I? But... I was already there with him. We were searching for—for Soos's wedding venue—y–yeah, that's it. But why was I suddenly here?

Here. Where am I?

As I started to walk, I started to have this ominous feeling because of the rainbows. Too many rainbows, too many love. It was too many. Of course, I would've had nothing against it, but it hurt my eyes. I squinted and tried to slightly cover it, so that I could still see where I'm going. But it's still too bright.

I heaved a sigh and with that movement, everything turned gray.

I—I didn't do anything, I stammered inside my brain, which was odd, since all the anxiety and nervousness fled away from my body. I looked at my hands, as if to check that they were still there. Unfortunately, they haven't been detached. Yet.

"His precious little Shooting Star," one's voice boomed around the room.

I looked at the gray grass I was setting foot on, checking my grey-scale surroundings for something unusual. It looked like a nightmare-ish place I've been to when I was twelve, and I didn't want to mention it to myself, so I just... Kept walking.

"Mabel Pines. Sixteen."

I glanced at the clouds, its eyes closed and its lips slightly tugged upward. I glanced at the trees filled with bugs and squirrels, laughing as they ate its leaves. Everything seemed wrong, yet it felt so right. I didn't know. On normal circumstances, I would've felt sorry for everything here.

But I'm not sorry. I didn't pity them. With that said, I conclude that maybe I just hit my head somewhere before going here.

"Brave Mabel."

My head suddenly ached.

"Not even afraid."

I... I am... A–afraid, I said to myself, contradicting with the person's voice, if ever it was a person's. I couldn't tell. Sometimes it's robotic, or echoing, or maybe it just sounded like its voice was filled with too much auto-tune it sucked. It sucked because it sounded fake, but it was okay at the same time.

They laughed. "His everything?"

Not knowing what I was doing, I choked out "E–everything" as my head began to ache so badly, my eyes drooping and my throat scraping dry. My limbs started to hurt and my vision doubled before I blacked out.

"Mabel! Oh my goodness what's—Mabel!"

Dipper hugged me as soon as I sat up. I was surprised, but hugged him back. While he was still ranting about me losing unconsciousness or whatsoever, I stared at the woods. They weren't gray. They were perfectly normal, with colors painted on it.

My head started to throb, but once Dipper let go of the hug, it stopped.

I stared at him. I hope he won't hug me anymore.