We Never Left

Its getting a bit Boron naming these

If you don't get the title, Its a science pun. Im a Nerd. Get used to it.

*Dippers Point of View

The last few days have been the worst of my life.

From the moment Mabel turned out to be not real, everything has been horrible.

I was stuck on an island. It was about 20 feet wide and was a perfect circle. The water surrounding it was full of sharks. My judgmental Aunt was here with me, criticizing my every action. There was no trees or grass. Just sand. Lightning struck the beach every few minutes. I swear it got closer every time. But I knew it was Bill. So I sat in the center of the island. No problem. I closed my eyes and allowed the sun to burn me, the mosquitoes to bite me, and Aunt Jackie to scream at me. Then suddenly everything was quiet.

I opened my eyes. Everything in every direction is white. I can barely tell the difference between the floor and the distant wall. I'm sure there is one right? It bright and light but there's no light source. Like when we first entered Mabels bubble! I hope shes ok...

I've been here now for I estimate about a week. I'm hungry but theres nothing to eat. Thirsty with nothing to drink. Burnt and hurt but won't heal. I have to pee REALLY bad, but for some reason I can't. I'm beyond tired at this point but I can't sleep.

My misquote bites have all swollen to the size of tennis balls even if I don't scratch them. My hat keeps adjusting itself or something because its always too big or too small.

But the worst or it? The sounds. I hear screams. Mabel and Wendy begging for me to save them. Great Uncle Ford being tortured and Stan moaning weakly for help. Soos constantly yelling in terror. All from different angles and directions. I can run in one direction all day but never reach them. And everywhere is Bills mocking laughter, taunting me.

I can't take this.

I saw the note. I wish he really had jumped off the tower. Anything is better than this. My life literally couldn't be worse.

*Mabels Point of View

My life literally couldn't be any better! The last few days have been the best of my life! We started school and 8 different hot guys all asked me out! I made lots of friends and everyone is wearing my sweaters. The art teacher has me teach the class. She says I'm more advanced then her PhD in art could ever be. In gym we have raw sugar eating contests and grappling hook firing lessons. Dipper apparently can ride a skateboard and he gained about 20 pounds, in muscle! Now all my friends have crushes on him, its great!

Lunch every day is up to me ever since I caught the cooks baby pugs in the street. They're safe and I get whatever I want! Its a big step up from cups of dressing and Stancakes! Not to mention that I sell Mabel Juice to make money for charity. And I give blood evey Friday and Tuesday. And sweater materials are free! The world is perfect!

Wendy and Soos finally got in better touch with us. Mom and dad gave me a phone. I'm famous, on several dozen social media sites. And my favorite part? People burst into song and dance at random times and somehow I know the dances and words and go along with it! I love my life! I could go on and on but its so perfect there's no way to explain it! Everything is the organized chaos that I love!

Even better, Mom and Dad are different. I'm not supposed to talk about it. Neither of us are. But Dipper and I can say anything because they're nice now! But before, they were really bad parents.

Dipper and I shared a room in our 4 bedroom house. The master bedroom for Mom and Dad, the best lit room for Dads man cave- aka the TV room, and then the second biggest for Moms big girl drinks. And we got the basement, and weren't allowed in the other rooms.

They were mean to both of us, but especially me because I'm not as Smart as Dipper and I have a short attention spa- LOOK! A PUPPY! What was I saying? Never mind.

But Dipper always got in trouble. Once, when mom was really mad, she hit me. Dipper lunged at her. He got in a lot of trouble. They locked him in the hallway closet again. Dad didn't even know, and mom made me stand still while she got the baseball bat. Theres a reason I don't like to take off my sweaters. I atleast got dinner that night. Dipper was stuck in a stuffy closet until the next school day. So that night, I snuck into Dads TV room and took lunchmeat and sliced cheese from the mini fridge. I managed to get to the door, knock softly, and slide them under.

He whispered a thanks and I could hear him tear open the packages and eat them. He slid the wrappers out a minute later. Then I relized a mistake. Dad always knows and will see its missing. He'll know its me because Dippers not out until the day after tomorrow, just in time for picture day. Everyone was already mean enough to him for his silly birthmark. So I knew what to do.

I went to our room and stuffed the wrappers under my pillow. I couldn't sleep that night.

The next morning, sure enough, they knew. Mom made me dig through the trashcan. It wasn't there, obviously. She found it, and- well lets just say I covered my arms with slap bracelets to hide stuff.

We never had it perfect, but we had each other. And Mrs Waklejuchouski, the cat lady next door. She let us come over all the time, and showed me how to knit. Dipper think things through and I'd be happy and encouraging. Now we have each other, and everything is perfect!

But, I'm not entirely sure that dream a few days ago was a dream.

I think it was real.

That we might be trapped in the bubble still.

Where everything is perfect.

I hate to even think this......

But as long as I'm with my Bro-Bro,

I...

I don't think I even care.