Dipper, Mabel, and The Ink Machine || BATIM/Gravity Falls Crossover ||

Chapter 4 || Part 2 || Allie

__???'s POV__

Oh, dear.

He's all alone. Without his sister.

Isn't it upsetting when you argue with someone you love?

I know, isn't very fun.

You think it's their fault, sometimes it yours, sometimes it isn't any of you. It could've just been a misunderstanding.

When I'd argue with my family, I'd think it's their fault. 

But when I argue with my friends, I feel like it's my fault.

It seems like in this situation both twins think it's the other person's fault.

I'll go say hi. It looks like one of them needs some company.

__Dipper's POV__

There.

I argued with Mabel.

We were fighting because she accused me of not helping enough.

It's not my fault if I couldn't fight back!

Speaking of her, she went to the next challenge with Henry. It was with the projectionist, according to Henry.

I sat on a crate in front of one of the big shelves, grumbling. Showing my anger by hitting on the crates.

I'd walk around, hands in my pockets, well not really. I couldn't move my other arm that much since I broke it.

As I continued my temper tantrum, I hear a noise. It was someone humming. It sounded like Alice's humming, but instead, it sounded more friendly.

But still, I hid in the in the shelves, you can't be too careful.

Out from the distance came a girl walking. She had brown messy hair and eyes. She wore black shoes and a red dress, revealing her shoulders. Bandages were wrapped at her led and her other arm. She held a bag, what was inside, I didn't know.

She looked around. I hope she wasn't looking for me.

She then turns at me.

Oh shit.

"Hello," She tells me.

"Stay back!" I shout and throw my pipe. The girl dodges me.

"Relax.." She tries to reassure me.

"Who are you! How can I trust you!" I shout at her.

"You trust a demon-ghost-human girl and you can't trust a normal human girl?"

"Wha-what? How do you-"

"I'm a player, it's what we do, love certain worlds, and soon, we know everything about them." The girl tell me.

"Huh?" 

" Just sit down here on the crate so I don't have to shout at you." She says. She was right. I slowly approached her from a very high shelf. 

We both sat down.

" Would you like a chocolate egg?" She asks me, handing a chocolate egg. It must've been her who left the chocolate marks.

" Hey were you the one who left the chocolate marks?" I ask.

"Hmm? Oh yeah! I'm the only one here who has chocolate, everyone else here eats nothing at all or just eats bacon soup." She laughs.

After a bit, and seeing my concerned face.

"You don't trust me, do you?"

"Nope! You could be evil!"