When You're a Mystery Kid

The Hunt is On

Disclaimer: I only own the story and my OCs

Coraline face palmed for what seems like the hundredth time today.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to ease the headache that is starting to form. The blue-haired girl left for a quick bathroom break for no more than ten minutes and her friends has managed to turn their relatively-tidy makeshift headquarters into the aftermath of a hurricane.

Groaning, she forced herself to watch the utter complete mess before her.

Books and papers are scattered all over the room, some of them still flying in the middle of the chaos. Most of their mystery hunting equipments are taken off their shelves and left carelessly on the floor, even the highly hi-tech and expensive ones. Trophies and memorabilia from their hunts are scattered across the room, some of them even stuck on the ceiling. God knows how that happened.

And that was without mentioning her friends' antics.

Norman and Neil are sitting on the floor, their hair somehow braided together. They tugged and pulled at each other's hair, their hands frantically trying to undo the knots. The sight of Mabel laughing her lungs out nearby made it quite clear who put them in their predicament. You'd think the fact that this is also her and her brother's room would make her a little worried.

And moving to the other half of the Pines twins, who is caught up in yet another heated argument with Raz. The topic of the argument is the same as the others; who is the real brains in the team. They shouted out the advantages that they had over each other, all things Coraline has already heard. While arguments are usually just a bother to the ears, Coraline quickly learned that everything changes when a psychic enters the fray. Especially one that has tendency to use his powers to... emphasize his point.

Strangely, even at the risk of receiving a psi-blast to the face or worse, Dipper still stubbornly refuses to give up his point.

"A careful observation can beat psi-blasting like a lunatic any day!" the twelve-year old exclaimed.

"You won't be able to observe anything once I'm done psi-blasting you!" the psychic spat back, fists already glowing with psychic energy.

"I can guess your deepest fears even if my pants are on fire!" Coraline face palmed again at that sentence. Taunting someone that can start fires with his mind to light your pants on fire is not very smart for someone that's been dubbed a genius.

Raz's teeth clenched, and Coraline knew that something bad is sure to happen. "YOU WANNA PROVE THAT?!" he yelled at the other boy's face, sending a psychic wave at all directions. Equipments and trophies were scattered across the room, and the books and papers are sent flying once again.

Coraline ducked as she saw a book heading straight at her, letting it fly out the still open door. She stood up straight and turned towards the Dipper and Raz, glaring at them with irritation. Unsurprisingly, the two are still arguing. However, Coraline forced herself from lashing out at the two, as, surprisingly, they are not the most potentially destructive people in the room.

Wybie sat in the corner, frantically trying to get his contraption under control. The boy of course, has completely ignored Coraline's 'no-experiments-in-the-briefing-room' policy and decided to work on one of his projects here, just as said project went haywire. Coraline shook her head as the contraption went crazier as a result of Raz's psychic wave, Wybie getting more frantic along with it.

Coraline moved towards Wybie, ignoring the bickering boys and Mabel and her victims. Suddenly, there was loud boom, accompanied with several loosed bolts being sent flying across the room. Coraline ducked instinctively, and the rest stopped what they're doing momentarily, and onlymomentarily.