Mabel Pines checked uderneath the woven box. No, it wasn't there. She peeped behind that unused flower pot that she had found in the pine forest. No, it wasn't there. She paced around the living room floor, occasionally placing her hands on her head and out on her sides.
"This just doesn't see right," she murmured to herself. "I thought I had placed it somewhere in this room."
Dipper walked in softly. "What are you trying to find?" he asked.
Mabel stopped and turned to her twin brother. "I can't find the key!" she shouted.
Dipper lifted his hands as an instinct.
Mabel sighed, "Sorry, Dipper."
"Look," said Dipper, "maybe I can help you find this... key."
Honestly, for the past three months, Dipper was worried sick about his twin sister. She announced to him about this weird dream she had with this weird key and this weird fake copy of Grunkle Stan. And to make it more weird, Mabel said that the copy looked totally opposite of their great uncle: fresh, pampered, and rich (not to mention the waxed hairdo).
A voice cracked from the kitchen. "Hey, kids, you forgot to wash the dishes!"
It was Grunkle Stan.
"Ugh, coming!" called Mabel as she dashed into the kitchen with delicacy.
Dipper sighed to himself and followed her in a much slower pace.
After a couploe of hours Dipper and Mabel sat squarely in between the armchair. The television's screen flashed lights from dim to a brighter light against their pale faces.
Mabel leaned on her side and rested her elbow on the chair's arm, her chin rested lightly in her open palm. Dipper was focused onto the show they were watching called And So the Story Goes. As there was no commercial break Dipper had finally fell asleep.
Mabel opened one eye and glanced at him. Her breathing was calm and soft, matching Dipper's breathing. She matched his until she was ready enough to softly slide off the chair. She lightly stepped her way swiftly into her and Dipper's room and lept onto her bed. She plopped upon her pink sheets and dug her hand beneath them. She had pulled out what looked like a tiny, purple journal. It had no labels on its cover-it was just plain purple.
Once she opened the tiny pocket-sized journal, blue rivers of light swam towards her face and reflected a wavy light blue. It gleamed and shined with sound.
Suddenly, a voice came from the book. "Do you want to accept the fate?" it said, its voice sounding extremely similar to Grunkle Stan, but with a less gruffy tone.
Mabel responded immediately. "Yes," she said flatly.
"You must have the Key of Fate to enter my world," the voice reminded.
"But I can't find it."
"Before you are accepted you must take responsibility in telling your friends about your adventure."
Mabel paused.
"I shall wait for your arrival."
The shining began to fade and when it was competely dark in her room again, she closed it softly. She sighed and went under the covers, closing her eyes into her last slumber in Gravity Falls.