Chapter 1: Mabel is not Mabel

She wasn't always like this. She wasn't always bloodthirsty, obsessed in killing me. In fact, she used to care about me. She used to be actually good. It's hard to imagine that now. I know what you're thinking. Bill Cipher. But, no. She did this. She did this by herself. Bill Cipher had no part in this. Bill Cipher noticed the changes and told us about it. That's about it. Want to hear the story? Okay. Here it is.

"Mabel! Mabel, wake up!" I whispered. She groans. "Mabel..." I repeated, slightly irritated. I had been trying to wake Mabel up for about ten minutes.

"I told you, I don't WANT to get up!" Mabel snapped. Thinking, I said,

"We got more Smile Dip!" I bluffed, feeling certain this would work.

"Yeah, whatever." I could tell she was excited, but she did very well containing it. She dug her face into her pillow. Sighing, I walked out the door.

"Dude, Mabel up yet?" Soos asked as I walked downstairs.

"No, I even told her there was Smile Dip." I responded.

"Dude, Mabel's not excited about Smile Dip?"

"No."

"Maybe she's possessed by some demon. Bill, you think?"

As soon as he said that, I ran towards Mabel.

"Get out of my sister, Bill! I yelled as I shoved Mabel over so she was laying on her back. But she had normal pupils.

"GET OFF OF ME!" she screamed. She pushed a pillow into my face and kicked it, sending me falling backwards. She just goes back to sleep again. Since when was Mabel so nasty? Actually, Mabel's been getting so...not herself lately. Especially today. Wincing, I ran back downstairs, hurt both physically and emotionally.

"Ooh, dude, what happened to you?" Soos questioned worriedly. "Did Bill beat you up?"

"No, she wasn't possessed. But she pushed me to the ground."

"Yeah, I heard Mabel shout."

"So, Mabel isn't up yet, eh?" Grunkle Stan interjected.

"Yeah, anyone noticed she's been snappy lately?" I asked.

"Dude, she screamed at me for interrupting their game of 'Spin that Pig!'" Soos related.

"And she threw away my pancakes because they were 'overcooked,'" Grunkle Stan agreed.

"She pushed over the cash register because I didn't get the right ice cream flavor," Wendy, who was listening in on our conversation, also agreed. "She also dumped the ice cream on the desk."

"Just now, she pushed a pillow in my face and kicked it," I pointed out. "So something's definitely going on."

And we were right. Something was going on.

Oooh, what'll happen? Guess what? I'll be just as surprised as you are! I have no idea what happened! So review what you want to happen, because I can't write without ideas! Thanks for reading!