A/N: Alright! These are mostly pretty short. They were written a while ago and have just been sitting on my computer. Eventually, I would like to do something more for them. Eh, only other important thing is that the kids are all a bit older now. Maybe, like, fifteen or so? And also Mabel has made friends with Gideon.
Ta Ta!
There's smoke furling against the closed windows. Dipper isn't sure why it catches his attention but it does. His heart skips a beat and he freezes for a moment, tries to convince himself that it isn't his house or maybe that his sister isn't home.
But it is his house and of course Mabel's home. She isn't allowed to go out anywhere right now. Parents rule, even when they aren't around.
"Mabel?" breaths Dipper. Heat causes an upstairs window to burst and Dipper's mind goes with it, lost in the sudden sound of crackling flames.
His back pack hits the cement.
Maybe he calls her name again. Maybe he doesn't.
Someone calls his name but he's already moving, nearly slamming himself against the front door in his haste to get inside. The change is instant. The air is so hot that it's thick and smoke fills his lungs with every breath, curling against his throat in heavy, burning waves.
"Mabel?" shouts Dipper, but the only answer is the sound of his own coughing. There's a lot of smoke on the bottom floor but not much fire. Which is good and bad all at once, because Mabel spends a lot of time in her bedroom these last few weeks.