When You're a Mystery Kid

Don't Mess With the Mystery Kids

Disclaimer: I only own the story and my OCs.

His legs ached, his lungs felt like it was on fire, but he knew that he can't afford to stop running, lest the bloodthirsty beast catches up to him. The sweat made it hard for him to hold on to his precious journal, so he held it with both hands and kept it close to his chest. He kept running, not caring that his shoes are soaked with mud or that his clothes are now tattered after plowing through numerous bushes.

When he finally stopped, he felt like he ran a marathon. He leaned against a tree, slowly sliding down until he rested on his bottom. He took deep, ragged breaths, allowing his lungs to cool down and letting his legs get some much deserved rest. He started to relax, letting his grip on his journal loosen bit by bit.

A thump shook the earth, and his body stiffened once more.

He stayed as still as humanly possible, not even taking a breath of air, fearing that the beast might hear his breathing. The thumps grew louder and the earth shook harder, signaling the monster's approach. As the creature approaches, the boy clenched his eyes shut and, fearing the worst, prays that he won't do any dumb, sudden movements that might give away his position. Though that happening is unlikely, he's not taking any chances.

The thumps continued menacingly, until it came to a sudden stop. He opened his eyes and let himself breath again, albeit only low and shallow ones. He perked his ears, trying to hear something that might give him an idea of where the creature is, but all he heard was the forest's deafening silence. He tried harder, only to get the same results. Calming down, the boy considered his options.

To get up and search for the creature would mean certain death, but if he just sat here it would mean death for his friends, death for his teammates, death for his sister...

Agh, why do I always end up doing stupid things?!

Bracing himself, he slowly rose to his feet, careful not to step on any branches. He turned around, peeking from behind the tree that he was leaning on earlier. In an instant, his eyes went round as a button.

Standing about twenty meters away from him is the creature he was searching for. The Sethaur, an incredibly dangerous subspecies of the Manotaurs that he stupidly awakened from its long slumber. It's almost twice the size of the largest Manotaur, sporting a dark red hide, curved demonic horns, bloodstained and razor-sharp claws and fangs, and a pair of pitch black and bloodthirsty eyes. Eyes that are sending the boy a murderous glare.

Dipper stood still, frozen in fear, as the Sethaur bared its fangs. It slowly approached, dragging its deadly claws on the ground.

Oh, I am so fu-

All of a sudden, a glowing orange energy hit the Sethaur square in the jaw. It whipped its head at the source of the energy, and so does Dipper. In the distance, Dipper spotted a certain hard-headed psychic, a hand outstretched and enveloped in an orange glow. He's a mess; there are various cuts and tears on his outfit, he's missing his left glove, half of his signature goggles is cracked, but most importantly, he looks pissed.

That usually means the psychic is about to do something stupid. For once, Dipper desperately wishes that he was wrong. But, when Raz launched himself at the Sethaur, Dipper cursed his luck.

With a hand fisted and glowing with psychic energy, Raz let out a battle cry as he flew straight at the monster. The Sethaur swung its massive claws, swatting Raz away as if he's a mere fly. The psychic smashed through a tree and crashed harshly on the ground.

What is that idiot doing?! Dipper thought frantically. He's going to kill himself!

Shut up! came an unexpected reply.