Something growled in the darkness. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled outside the attic window.
"Dipper? Can I sleep with you tonight?" Mabel whispered from her bed. "There's this weird growling sound!" She waited for a response. There was none.
"Dipper...?"
She tentatively tiptoed over to his side of the room. The blanket was pulled aside to reveal he wasn't there. Lightning flashed again like the way it does in horror movies; Mabel bit her lip and turned around. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and mumbling floated from downstairs. She was able to recognize Stan's gravelly voice. Was Dipper talking to Grunkle Stan in a man-to-man talk?!
Mabel giggled. Dipper wasn't exactly Manny Mannington, so what the hey-hey was he doing down there?
"Why you ackin' so cray-cray, Dipper?" she whispered to herself and giggled again. Secret Agent Mabel, activate! she thought and tried to put on a serious face. Of course, she didn't know how silly she looked. Ok, so what did Dipper say about unknown situations? Oh yeah: 'remain cautious and alert. Stay serious and fo-Oh, hey! Wendy!' She giggled again from the memory. Lightning flashed again and Mabel jumped.
"Okay. Be serious, Mabel. Serious," she crept up to the door and opened it carefully. Instantly, her eyes darted to something new in the attic: a beautiful mirror. The room was violently lit up for a split second and the thunder roared louder this time, but Mabel didn't jump or even flinch.
"Ooh, shiny shiny..." she said when the mirror started to glow softly in a blue-green aura. As she got closer, the light sparkled more and more intensely. The mirror itself was steel grey; elegant swirls gracefully curled up and down. Bands of radiant turquoise wrapped-
Stay focused, Mabel! Dipper's voice warned in her head.
"But it's so razzly-dazzly," Mabel said to no one in particular.
Mabel!
Mabel shook her head to clear the weird fuzzy feeling. "Fine, fine," she grumbled and turned around.
"CRASH!"
The sound of glass shattering made her turn back to the source. The mirror was on its side now, and its reflective surface had cracks on it. Moonlight played dancing shadows around it.
Mabel tensed, the creepiness starting to get to her now. "Huh... Must've slipped..." she assured herself.
Maybe I should go back to bed... Hey, wait, what's that?
A perfectly-shaped triangle chunk of mirror lay next to it; the back of it was a really bright yellow, maybe from old glue. She picked up the piece and examined it. Then she looked at the mirror, which was no longer glowing. Disappointment and curiosity grew as she continued to stare back and forth between the shard and mirror. "Just wanna put it back together..."
She slowly turned it over and around so it was in the right position.
Mabel, don't!
But, as if in some kind of trance, Mabel ignored her brother's warning and placed the shard where it belonged. Suddenly, the mirror started to shake and beams of light shot out throughout the cracks. "Uh..." Mabel stepped back and turned to run down the stairs, but it was already too late.
"AHHHH!"
And in a blaze of blinding turquoise light, Mabel was gone.
"MABEL!" Dipper yelled and sat up in his bed. He looked around; morning light streamed from the window and the bedroom door was fully closed. A sigh escaped him and Dipper tried to calm himself. "It was only a dream... A dream that I so vividly remember...?" he wondered aloud, unconvinced.
He lay back on his bed. "But the door in my dream was open, and the real one is closed right now... So the dream isn't real." He turned his head to Mabel's bed. Even though he couldn't see her head, he could still see the lumps in the blanket.
"Mabel, I just had this crazy dream where you disappeared because of some weird mirror. Crazy, right?" he said. There was no response.
"Mabel?" He stepped out of his bed and walked over to Mabel's.
He snatched the blanket away, and underneath were a pile of strategically placed stuffed animals!
The dream was real!
"Mabel, where are you?!" Tears started building up. He wasn't there to protect her! Now she's gone, and what will happen now?! The flash of turquoise light and the scream kept on replaying in his head. "O-okay, Dipper, calm down. There must be some r-rational explanation and a way to save her. Yelling won't help Mabel," he said in attempt to calm himself. "Okay, think back to the dream and find something useful..." He relayed the dream again, despite how he hated hearing Mabel cry out over and over again.
He hesitated from screaming his head off: turquoise light. Gideon.
"That little twerp!" Anger replaced his fear in an instant. That little b-
Footsteps pounded up the stairs.
His heart skipped a beat-Stan never came up to wake them! Dipper grabbed the Journal and vest and opened the window latch. He was about to step out until he realized-
"Sweet Moses, kid! What are you doing?!" Grunkle Stan yelled. Dipper wiped a tear away and turned around. He breathed a sigh of relief and jumped off the nightstand.
"Grunkle Stan, Mabel's been captured by this magic mirror and-"
"Kid, she's eating breakfast downstairs."
A blush crept up Dipper' s face, and he studied the ground. "Oh, uh... Thanks."
"Don't take it personally, Dipper. All that conspiracy stuff is getting to you and filling your head with all that nonsense," Dipper rolled his eyes and crossed his arms."-blah blah blah, Gideon is a maniac, but he's also a sham like blah blah blah..." Dipper waited until the speech was finally finished.
"Gunkle Stan, it's all real! Gnomes, secret codes-"
"Gravity Falls is just another regular town, Dipper," Grunkle Stan said, his voice straining against his anger. "End of conversation! Now go get dressed and make yourself some breakfast."
"But-"
"I said end. Of. Conversation!" He looked away and slammed the door shut. Dipper rolled his eyes.
"Yeesh, what's that guy's problem? He's even more grumpy than usual." He stared at the door for a second, but eventually put on his hat and vest and hid the Journal within one of its pockets. At the door handle, Dipper hesitated. The dream still gave him the creeps, even though Mabel was fine and eating downstairs.
After he opened the door, his suspicions were confirmed. The mirror was still there.
If the mirror is real, what does mean of Mabel? And how come Grunkle Stan didn't notice it? Did only appear to him? Could it really cause people to disappear? Dipper walked in front of the mirror, but kept his distance. It wasn't even a real mirror; there was no reflection in its silvery surface. He took out the Journal.
"I have to make my own breakfast, anyways," Dipper grumbled and turned to the page about cursed objects. Nothing. Instead, he flipped through the contents of the book. Still nothing. "That's so weird the Journal has nothing about the mirror..." He looked up. The Journal floated with no arms or Dipper to hold it.
"AH!" Dipper jumped and juggled around the Journal until he was able to calm himself. His mind flashed back to Dusk 2 Dawn for a second, before Dipper stopped the image in his mind. He glanced at the mirror again, but it didn't show Skeleton Dipper; his body was actually starting to form in the reflection.
"Woah..." Entranced, Dipper watched the last of his fingers to form in the reflection. The reflection looked pretty much normal, except for the silverish tint and his hat. For some reason, the pine tree symbol was just a smudge of blue. He took a step closer, but carefully avoided making contact with the mirror. His vest was slowly shifting from navy blue to turquoise.
And, even on even closer inspection, he saw his hair combed back to show his birth mark.
Wait a minute, I should be writing this down! Quickly, he stepped back, but just the pen touched the paper, he heard Grunkle Stan.
"Dipper! Get yer butt down here-tourists'll be here in an hour!" Grunkle Stan yelled from below, but Dipper rolled his eyes and started note taking.
Cursed/Haunted Mirror
It was in my dream with Mabel in it, but so far, there hasn't been any actual suspicious behavior involving it. May have the ability to cause people to disappear with bright light and enters one's dreams. It seems to "generate" your reflection over time. Alters it too. Proceed with caution. Do not touch.
Something tugged on the Journal.
"Huh?" Dipper lifted his head and turned around, oblivious to the skinny black arm that snaked out of the mirror and tightened its grip on the monocle. Dipper turned around, and that's when he noticed the arm. He lifted the book up and stared at it, but didn't dare touch it. "What the..." He took a step back, but the arm only stretched even more. And more. Suddenly, the arm retracted so fast that Dipper barely had time to let go and watch the Journal and the arm disappear into the mirror with a puff of turquoise glitter.
"Uh..." His eyes widened. He was about to take a step back when the arm reappeared again. He froze.
It's looking for me. A chill crept up Dipper's spine.
The arm began to grope around and grasp at the air frantically. It was one of the weirdest and creepiest things Dipper has ever saw, and that's saying a lot. Quickly, he looked around so he could formulate a plan. The stairs was only a few paces to the right. Slowly, he took a step back and waited for the arm's reaction. It kept searching, and he flinched as the arm swiped well above his head. He took another step back and waited.
No reaction.
And another. Still no reaction. Finally, he was right next to the first step. Even though he would still have to slowly go down the stairs, it felt like an achievement. He swelled with relief. Okay, just go down this one, Dipper, and you'll be half way to being home free.He lightly placed a foot on the step.
"CREAK..."
The arm instantly snapped to attention and grabbed Dipper by the shirt collar before he was able to sprint to freedom. He struggled to escape and attempted to slip out, but it somehow didn't work.
"GRUNKLE STAN! ...MABEL! ...SOMEONE!" he struggled to yell; his mouth was falling asleep. He punched and kicked, but resistance was useless. Darkness ate at the edges of his vision as his attacks grew weaker.
But I can't... Give up...
"AHH! HELP! Me... Helpp... Mfmfmf..." Suddenly, the world went dark.
Dipper's eyes closed and his body went limp. There was a moment of silence and nothing as the arm paused. Seeming satisfied, it slowly crept back to where it came from. A small web of cracks sliced through the mirror just as the boy was pulled in.
[A/N]
Don't worry, guys! He's still alive... I think. *Dodges a tomato*
HEY!
Anyways, I would like to say thanks for reading this fanfiction.
Also, comment on what you think, what I should improve, stuff like that.
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