Don't Mess with Curses

Charge of the Cursed Monster Brigade!

You wanna know what's funny, I'm listening to a song called I can talk while I write this. Ha ha. Irony. Also sorry this took forever! There's not going to be an update next week because I will be at a camp.

Dipper's pov

        I am sick of not being able to talk. People have moved on from feeling bad to anyone me because I can't properly protest. 

        "Hey, Dipstick! What the cube root of 27!" Mabel yelled while filming. She had decided to make a "Mabel's guide to having a brother that can't talk". Thanks Mabes. 

        "For the eighth time, Mabel, it's three, and stop mocking me! It's not my fault that I can't talk!"

        "Ya see, I know he knows the awnser to the question, but Dipdot can't talk. You know this right?" I sighed and held up a three. I was just trying to eat breakfast in peace. "See! He knows! And man! Is that a lot of gibberish just to get to the number three! Was that just the number three?" I shook my head. "So! What were Ya saying?"

        I lifted up my notebook Mabel had given me to write what I wanted to say. 

        "Wait! Ok! So! This," Mabel interrupted taking my notepad. And holding it up to the camera, "is Dipper's notepad. When ever he wants to say something, but can't be he can only bleat, he writes it in here. It was my own idea!" 

        "Yes it was, now can I have it back?" 

        "Sorry dip. What was that?"

        I pointed to the notebook. "Notepad!" 

        She laughed, "Oh! Whoopsies!" She handed it to me, "Now! What we saying before?"

        I picked up the pen and notepad again and wrote in all caps: STOP MOCKING ME!!!

        "I am not mocking you! This all for research and documentation!"

        "Yes you are!" I yelled/ bleated lifting my arms in exasperation. 

        "Ok fine. Maybe a little." I raised an eyebrow. She sighed and shut off the camera. 

Later 

        Wendy walked, on four legs no less, into the shack for work expectung a normal day. Then the spoke to me. 

         "Hey, Dipper. How's it hanging?" She stood up on two legs as she spoke.

         "I can't speak right now."

         She fell back down in shock. "Come again?" 

         "Deer speak is coming out of my mouth instead of words."

         "...I don't..."

        I held up a finger and wrote down, 'Woke up not being able to talk. I can understand what you are saying, but I can't talk. Ford is finding a way to fix it. Hopefully it's just park of the curse.'

        "Well at lest you have a system?" 

        I shrugged. She got back on her hind legs. 

        "So, anything interesting happening besides this?" I shook my head.

        "What dose Mabel think?" 

         'She won't sto mocking me and filming it.'

        Wendy laughed, "That's certainly Mabel. Has she tried speaking deer yet?"

         'No but she probably will soon.'

        "Like this?" Wendy then proceeded to make some weird noises at me thinking that I might understand.