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It was summer.
For most, that meant relaxation, laughter, and days with no school.
But for Mabel Pines, that meant being packed up and shipped up to Roadkill County, Oregon by her parents. Or at least, this year it did.
Four years ago, she had lost her brother, Dipper, to a car crash. Her parents had moved on, and they were trying to get her to let go, but it wasn't easy. At all. They were doing everything they could; they'd put her in therapy, they'd let her sleep in their bed on those nights where she just couldn't stop crying, they even offered to get her that labradoodle she'd always wanted. But it never helped. She was only half of that dynamic duo, and it still killed her.
Mabel stared out the window of the bus sullenly as the evergreens sped by, thinking on the past. Her eyes began to involuntarily focus on her reflection.
At first glance, it was an uninteresting picture. It only contained a girl - well, herself - wearing a plain black sweater and a navy blue skirt, and smudges of light blue she assumed were the windows.
Until they began to shift. They came together to form a reflection of her brother on the day he had died, down to every detail- From the faded camo-colored hat with the star, to the orange jacket and the dark blue shirt, the latter speckled with stars.
He reached out to her, and chills ran down her back as a cold hand touched her shoulder.
She whipped around, her eyes frantically scanning for the ghost.
But he had disappeared.
She shook her head, trying to clear it. Of course she'd hallucinate after nine hours on a bus.
The rest of the ride was uneventful, but she continued to search for her brother's ghost despite that.
After the bus finally came to a halt, she hauled her backpack onto her shoulder, and grabbed her suitcase.
At the door, she hesitated, looking back to the seat where she had been sitting.
It was just an illusion, she thought, stubbornly trying to convince herself.
She didn't believe it, though.
And some part of her was happy to see her brother again, without his face marred by blood or bruises from the Piedmont school's bullies or... the accident.
Dipper Pines, Paranormal Investigator was gone.
But Mabel Pines wasn't. And if she had to, she would take on the title for herself, if only to find out if it was possible for him to return.
Author's note:
Thank you for reading! This is going to be a continuous story, and I'm going to desperately need a beta reader. If you're up for the task, it would be much appreciated!
Again, thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you have a great day. ^^