A/N: 09/03/2017

Hello friends I'm back and hopefully I can begin releasing more soon. I haven't technically updated since the second chapter, mostly because I'm lazy and also I'm taking college classes. I have been working on the third chapter which was supposed to be longer, but I'm going to scrap it and write a different one. I plan to edit the second chapter and I have made edits to this one which should make this better than before. Again I apologize for the long wait time, bear with me for now. I'm writing much more now since I wrote the last two.

The second chapter should be done by tomorrow or the next day.

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Thank You for waiting, I hope this can tide you over until the next chapter is released.

|Dipper POV|

The first thing I heard when I woke up was screaming.

In my hazy mind I had enough sense to recognize the voice as that of my twin sister, and her murky form was thrashing in the peripheral of my vision. Her vocalization morphed into a distressed, frightened whimper; the sound someone might make when cornered by some great evil.

It scared the hell out of me.

"Mabel…" I said in a strained croak.

My throat felt terrible, all scratchy and hoarse. Every swallow hurt intensely and the pain brought even more clarity to my surroundings. I may have been yelling myself, though I've no recollection of what could have caused it. What was making my sister so frightened? I tried to remember the events that lead us here, hoping it would help. How'd we end up here in a…uh…

The room was the size of a study with the only two beds, which we currently occupied, tucked into one corner of the room. Although they were more like examination tables than proper what could be considered the heads of the cots was a large mostly empty bookcase. On the opposite side of Mabel was a shelving unit filled with bottles and vials of pastel liquids in a variety of disgusting shades. Mabel was currently squirming and writhing on the bed right next to me. With my returning consciousness my fraternal instincts kicked in. I slid off my cot and started to sluggishly move towards her first using the nearby bag stand as a support then the thick wooden chair that sat between us.

My progress was incredibly slow as I felt drained and sluggish. I fumbled a bit, falling down once or twice, apparently I haven't regained full function of my legs. Despite my lethargy I also felt strangely…pure, I guess. That's the only way I can really describe it.

I should focus on Mabel, I'll have more time to think about that kind of thing later.

Finally reaching her, I put my hand on her arm which for a moment calmed her down. Then, suddenly she sat bolt upright in terror. Guess she wasn't as tired as I was. She was panting heavily, her nightmare must have been intense. She started to shiver and look around in a disturbed and shocked manner.

"Mabel," I said, my voice seemed to be slowly normalizing "Shhh, hey, look at me."

She turned to me in a clear panic, but when her eyes locked with mine I could sense her spirit begin to calm. Call it twintuition, but she seemed very relieved to see me, almost like her dream involved me somehow. I don't think I want to know in what way.

"Dipper," she said after her breathing became even, embracing me in a bear hug, like she was holding on for dear life. "…dipper…" she said again into my shirt, I felt tears begin to stain my shoulder.

"Yes Mabel, I'm here, shhh." I cooed, rubbing her hair.

As she calmed down some more I took the time to examine our surroundings further. It appeared to be a make shift clinic room fashioned from someones home. The many jars while mostly unlabeled appeared to be medicines of varying types and colors. How a makeshift clinic could be so well equipped is curious. The two cots that Mabel and I were sharing were rusted and old, barely serviceable or sanitary. The staining of what appeared to be dried blood was still on the cloth draped over my cot. It had a small vaulted ceiling with several dormer windows leaking the light of a sunset into the room. In the corner diagonal to us was a door lit up bright with a lamp. Along the wall to the left of this door were more shelving units which extended from next to the door, along the wall and curving through the corner to the wall with the bookshelf. On the wall opposite the door, and closer to us, was another door which was completely dark. On the wall between the doors was a single shelving unit next to a cabinet. Next to both of those was a chair and an end table. The chair appeared to have a slip of paper paced on the seat. Mabel had finally calmed down to the point of coherency so I stopped examining the room to address her.

"How are you feeling?" I asked softly.

"Fine, I...think I'm..alright now. " She spoke slowly, testing her vocal chords. Her voice was as strained as mine.

"You sure? With the whole screaming and thrashing thing I figured you were mad cause you messed up one of your precious sweaters again." I said trying to ease some of the tension.

"I don't get that mad." She said with a pout, scrunching her face and crossing her arms, "my anger is not that intense."

"You're right, it's actually ten times as bad, plus there's lots of tears and moping."

"Your making fun of me again."

"That's cause you make it so easy. Someone needs to insult you from time to time."

"Always have to look out for me, huh?" Mabel said with a smirk.

"Kinda my job actually."

"Right," she sarcastically drawled, "hey, uh…where are we?" the realization of our situation finally dawned on her.

"Oh, um…a room of some kind."

"Brilliant insight." she said with a sarcastic lilt

Annoyed, I continue, "I think it's a makeshift clinic, maybe we were brought here by that wheelchair guy, or whatever." I said moving over to the chair and picked up what appeared to be a note. It was a handwritten message, it seemed rushed and sloppy. No. Wait. It's my handwriting, that explains it. Actually, that just brings up more questions. the most obvious of which is, "when the hell did I write this, why, and why can't I remember ever doing so?"

Mabel continued as I was reading, "Where is that weirdo anyway? I have a particular hand gesture I'd like to share with him."

"Must have left, look at this." I dismissed her snarky comment, turning towards her and handing her the note. "What do you make of this?"

"Your handwriting still sucks."

"Be serious." I said rolling my eyes at her antics.

"I can't even read it. Like I said, "sucks"."

"So immature," I huffed as I take back the note and began to read, "'Seek Paleblood to transcend the hunt.' wonder what that means."

"You should know you wrote it."

"Well, I don't remember writing it." Mabel had since gotten off the bed herself and held onto the side while she tested her legs. I caught her just as she fell and lowered into the chair. "How do you feel?"

"Sweaty and uncomfortable, I guess I finally feel the pain you go through everyday." She dramatically put the dorsum of her hand on her forehead and swayed back and forth. I promptly flicked her in the nose which she was not overly pleased with.

"Be serious, how do you feel, really?" She paused now, probably doing a mental check of sorts, before making a bell sound.

"All systems running smoothly captain." She gave a mock salute and stood up straight. She did it much to quickly, and became dizzy before falling back into the chair. I considered myself, nothing felt wrong outside of the general exhaustion.

"Whatever he did must have worked," I quickly shoved the note in my pocket and gave Mabel a once over. She didn't seem to have any more rashes and her fever was completely gone. "No signs of infection. Well, I'm not really comfortable waiting around and waiting to thank him. Why don't we get our bearings first and find him later."

"Good Idea," Mabel hopped out of the chair and followed me to the closest door. "I'm thirsty enough to drink the mild river."

"That's the Nile."

"Your face is the Nile."

I decided to ignore her and instead I tried the door. It wouldn't budge.

"It's locked." I said after trying again in vain.

" You want me to try? Maybe your noodle arms are just too weak to open the door."

"Are you gonna be like this all day?"

"Like what?" she said in a sickly sweet voice, adding in doe eyes for good measure. I gave her the mother of all deadpan stares, which just made her giggle at my suffering. Ignoring her I just move past her to the other door. This one was unlocked, but there was another problem.

"It's too heavy." I mumbled weakly.

"What did you say?" she asked naively.

"it's too heavy, do you mind helping me move it."

She smiled smugly and pushed one side of the door while I pushed on the other. Even though we both pushed the door it was still struggled to get open, even so I'll never hear the end of that one.

Behind the door was a staircase that led down to another room. Another much larger window filled the staircase with an orange hue. The stairs creaked as we moved down, adding to the semi-creepy atmosphere. We passed through a door frame into the room at the end of the staircase. Two benches sat across from one another and on one side a chair was overturned. There was a huge pool of dried blood that covered most of the floor, directly in the middle of the room. With the added light provided by the small gold chandelier and the candle lamps near the door, I could also see that the floorboards were broken in the middle of the floor which was made of loose floorboards, some were haphazardly tossed about. I Motioned to Mabel to move forward through the doorway, finding nothing else of interest in the room. I was being silent and carefully picked my steps, the blood was an ill omen and I was overcome with an ever present feeling of foreboding dread. Mabel shared none of my proclivities as she walked behind me in a casual saunter. So much for stealth. The next room was a large expanse sort of like a library. There were many more shelving units, cabinets, and bookshelves lining almost every inch of the wall, equally as cluttered as the room we awoke in. The room was filled with cots, similar to the ones upstairs, yet even messier and more haphazard than ours. Several of the beds still had surgical tools laid about sutures and bandages scalpels and emesis trays. All of which were tossed and scattered as if left in a hurry. Even stranger was that there was a layer of thick dust across everything. Under the cots was a bucket filled with long rusted nails, the usage of which I was glad I was ignorant. Off in the distance was a crunching sound. I looked back at Mabel to see her reaction, she was messing with a string on her sweater. Rolling my eyes at her lack of observation I move closer to the sound to see what the cause might be, Mabel followed behind unconcerned. As we stepped towards the light the crunching grew louder to the point of nausea. What I saw was horrifying and intriguing all at once. There was, what appeared to be, a Lycanthrope. It had its back turned towards us and was standing in front of a group of human corpses.

The stench was awful.

The odor of the rotting corpses mixed with the beasts musk made the room thick with the smell of fecal matter and blood. the beast huffed intermittently between the crunches of one of its victims. I began to creep back the way we came, trying to put as much distance between us and the beast. Mabel, who must have still been messing with the string, bumped into me when I was tiptoeing back. She yelps due to the sudden contact and falls backward into one of several trays of supplies near the cot we were hiding behind. She finally noticed the beast, too little too late, as the beast turned to look at us, death in its eyes and rage in its expression. I turned to Mabel to tell her to run.

She stood there looking right at me, screaming.

I was confused, then I felt the pain in my neck.

I continued to hear her screams as I felt my throat torn out of my neck by the beast. I reached up with my hands to my neck, the absence of which was shocking. As the blood began to fill my lungs and suffocate me. I couldn't hear or see much.

But I could feel Everything.

I wasn't sure what was being eaten, but I was certain that parts of my body were no longer attached to my person. I reached for Mabel, or rather the blob I assumed to be her, and I strongly lost feeling in that arm.I could hear the disgusting sound of my voice, which resembled the sound of pouring extremely curdled milk. I assume this is due to the blood clots forming in my lungs.

I began to fade away, I was on the floor already but I could no longer fight to stay awake. I had completely lost the ability to see, I could only hear the carnage of my death. Only heard bits and pieces. Mabel whimpering my name, the ripping of flesh and crunching of bone. The last thing I heard was the hungry, vicious, growls of the beast that had killed me.

And then nothing...