Chapter !
"Nothing but a silly girl," Mabel sighed. After another day of being forced to deal with Pacifica's constant teasing, Mabel Pines decided to take the rest of the evening to relax at home in the Mystery Shack. She groaned into her pillow before flipping over and staring at the ceiling.
"There has to be some way to make that girlie easier to be around." Mabel's eyes drifted to her brother's journal.
"Hmmm, it's not any kind of supernatural whooza-whats-it," she said as she flipped through its pages, "still; there should be some kind of something in here to make Pacifica sweeter."
Mabel flew through the pages with the word sweet fresh in her mind. Her thumb stopped as soon as she saw it.
"Oooh, this is a pretty cool looking incantation!" She studied it closely, letting her tongue slip out in concentration. "Let's see here, In ordine tres, ego præcipio tibi, dulcis inimicos meos, quod meum, ut meliora flexili!"
As she spoke, the lights in the room flickered out and were quickly replaced with an unnatural dark purple glow emanating from her hands and crawling up through the rest of her body, causing her to levitate. The violet illumination engulfed her entirely for naught but a moment before causing an intense pulse to erupt from Mabel's small frame, abruptly dropping her back on her bed.
She looked around, confused and disappointed that nothing appeared to take effect.
She pouted a bit when her eyes caught Waddles, "Must be a dud." She shrugged, replaced the book in her arms with her swine, and fell fast asleep.
The next morning was cloudy and gloomy over Gravity Falls. The rain hadn't yet begun, but the scent of its imminent fall was unmistakable. Mabel awoke, her hair disheveled from her tossing and turning in the night, not to mention, bunking with a pig doesn't make it all that much cleaner. Still a bit disappointed in the ineffective spell that was cast from the journal; she decided to look through it once more, just to be sure.
"Nothing," she sighed in discontent, "poop nuggets." She laid the book down and headed downstairs for breakfast. No one else seemed to be working in the shop, which wasn't entirely unusual. For one, it was a Sunday and no one in town ever does anything on Sunday's and two, no one in the shop really worked much except for Dipper and he was off with Grunkle Stan for the day on some kind of "male bonding" trip. Soos was…probably just being Soos somewhere. Wendy was off with her merry band of miscreants, more than likely doing some kind of property damage, so it was just Mabel and Waddles in the shack today.
She headed into the kitchen to grab some milk when her gaze fell on a kitchen knife stuck up-right on a cutting board. Stan usually just used it to cut off fish heads. She closed the fridge and stared at the blade, its iridescent shine was captivating to her. Its glimmer pulled her closer until she could resist grabbing the hilt. The moment her fingers grasped the wood, the same violet glow from the night before radiated from her hands, to once again immerse itself over her body. However, it was different this time, the light slowly faded into a murky blackness that seeped its way into Mabel's eyes. The pain from it was like that of a branding iron scraping its way into her cornea. The dark substance abruptly shot itself into her eyes returning the light to the room and dropping her to the floor. Once her eyes opened, a small smile spread across her face.
"Waddles! C'mere cutie!" she called after him as he was still sleeping upstairs, but could be heard plopping down the steps. "Waddles my friend, I know exactly how we can get Pacifica to be more sweet!" Her grin spread wide across her face as she snuggled the pig.