Weirdness and Wendip (Book 1)

Meanwhile in sweater town

Chapter dedicated to Rebecca who also tends to see the good in things.

(Mabel's point of view, I would say this chapter is quite dialogue heavy so let me know how I could improve the flow in the comments, I tried first person point of view and I think it works. This for reading again guys)

Dipper and Ford went through the bubble, for a second their outlines remained visible on the surface of it as if they'd reconsidered and were trying to reverse out again. Then their outlines faded and I stood alone in the cave. First my best friend, then my Grunkle and finally Dipper had all left me. I sank to my knees and buried my face in my sweater, sobbing freely into it. I had tried to stay strong for Dipper, I knew he needed to get Wendy back but I'm so afraid they might never return.

Waddles, who pressed his pink, porky face against my legs sensing my pain. I was dimly aware that the bubble in front of me was pulsating. I remembered what Ford had instructed me and looked up. The giant ball had turned a monstrous red and rippled with energy. A high pitched whining came from within and I covered my ears. I held Waddles tightly and looked away again.

Bang.

Bang.

I looked up to see a huge grandfather clock face down on the floor of the cave, just to it's left stood a huge duck. Roughly four feet tall with a bright cartoon yellow plumage. Looking around as if bemused with its current location, the duck scratched the underside of its beak with its oversized wings; deep in thought.

"Quack!" It concluded. I smiled at the creature and walked over to it thinking about how to introduce myself.

"Hey, I'm Mabel. Do you have a name?" I started speaking slowly as if that would make the animal understand.

"Quack." The duck responded.

This could be fun, at least I'll make a new friend while the others are away. "I think I'll call you Quackers, now we've got to keep you nice and safe until the others get back. Are you feeling good today Quackers"

"You will most certainly not call me Quackers, that is racial profiling at its very worst young lady." The duck spoke with a clear English accent and was very well spoken. The duck stopped. "Oh, I'm so sorry I guess I did mislead you there only saying quack and all. But yes, apart from being sucked through the sun I am rather well. Thank you for asking."

I was too shocked for words, my mouth hung open as I stared at this duck who spoke so eloquently. The duck must have noticed this.

"It's the talking thing isn't it? Oh deary me. I'm sorry Mabel but creatures without the ability to talk make rather a poor characters. This isn't some monster fighting video game for goodness sake. So where was I? Ahh yes. I am called Beaky. Pleasure to meet you." The duck extended its wing and I shook it. His feathers were soft to touch. "Come, Mabel let's right this clock and then have a sit down, all this excitement has me completely exhausted.

Together; with some effort we placed the clock back on its base. The clock face itself was interesting. It consisted of four hands, seventeen hours and ran backwards. I considered this actually rather normal though having just met four foot duck. We sat against the wall next to the bubble and began a most unusual conversation.

"So where do you come from?" I asked.

Beaky responded "The town I live in or should that be lived in, is called Rightways, if perhaps you mean the whole inward sphere that is known as Last Tuesday."

"Why Last Tuesday? That's a bit weird."

Beaky continued. "Its what our leader called it, I believe it was the date of the universes creation." I shrugged, the duck's past would clearly remain a mystery.

"Do you have a family. A Mrs Beaky or baby Beaky?"

"Technically yes, but we divorced on the day of creation." He wiped a tear from his eye." It wouldn't of worked, her being a cruise liner and our son being a jar of mayonnaise. She took full custody of him having the better lawyers. I do miss him, he made the best egg sandwiches. Oh just look at me, getting all emotional, I've got a first class degree in business studies for goodness sake." He blew his beak as if it was a nose.

"Awww, its ok Beaky I'm sure she'll let you see him when you get back." Inside I was screaming. This was the weirdest conversation in history.

"Yes, you're right I suppose." Beaky pulled himself together. I looked at my watch. It had been an hour since they'd left and I was meant to be getting back to the shack to get Stan and Soos.

"Beaky, I've got to go get some help dealing with all this. Do you want to come with me? I can explain everything that's happened on the way."

Beaky shrugged what little shoulders he had. "Yes, I think I'd like that Mabel." and he took my hand as we walked toward the exit of the cave. Waddles followed us. Beaky turned around and spotted some eggshell on the floor. "I wonder if that's one of mine?" He said just loud enough so I could hear. 

I giggled and we set off towards the shack. The darkness was close around us but it was a starry, peaceful night in Gravity Falls. A good night to make a new friend.