A/N: Play the game before reading this. It will make more sense. Plus, this has some spoilers. So, yeah. Also, don't question my sanity.

Dipper and Mabel were bored, laying on the floor of the Mystery Shack. There was nothing to do, and nothing about the day said there was going to be an exciting adventure where the twins would most likely die.

Dipper groaned. "Ugh, I'm so bored!" he complained.

Mabel groaned as well. "Well, I'm boreder than bored," she said. "I'm boreder bored."

Mabel stood up, and walked around a bit, looking for something to do. Her eyes fell on a black laptop sitting on the table where they ate. She smiled. "Now I won't be boreder bored," she told her brother.

He looked up. "Mabel, are you sure that's okay?" he asked her. "Grunkle Stan might not be happy to find out you were using his computer while he was at the casino."

She laughed. "It's only for twenty minutes," she answered. "I need something to do, and it's not like I plan to tell him that I did."

She turned it on. It automatically asked for a password. "Hey, Dipper?" she called out to her brother. "What would Grunkle Stan's password be?"

Dipper thought about it for a bit, then replied, "Most people use the name of someone or something they love, like their pet's or their kid's name."

Mabel typed in "lazysusan" at first, but it denied access. She tried different variations of it, then typed in "money." It worked.

"Someone needs a better password," she said aloud.

She went onto the internet, went to Google, and typed in "fun pet games." Many results came up, and she scrolled through them all. One result read "Can Your Pet." She clicked it.

It brought her to another screen with a chick at the bottom. There was a bike, dumbell, and a soccer ball above it next to the words "Can Your Pet."

"Come check this out Dipper!" she yelled to her brother.

Dipper walked over and looked at the computer screen. "'Can Your Pet'," he read. "Can your pet what?"

Mabel shrugged. "I don't know. My pet can eat pie," she offered.

She moved the mouse. "Oh my gosh!" she squealed. "The eyes follow where I go!" She clicked "Start."

It showed an egg that looked like it was trying to hatch. Underneath, it read "Pet Name" with a space to type its name. "Fluffychick McCheeperscheepers!" she yelled immediately.

"Are you sure that'll fit?" Dipper asked.

Mabel typed it in. It was too long, so it read "Fluffychick McC."

"Close enough," she said. "At least we know what it means." Dipper nodded.

She clicked next, and a yellow little chick popped out from the egg. The chick soon was walking around a little home with white walls and a green wooden floor. A little bow was blinking on the bottom left corner.

"Dipper, what does this mean?" she asked him.

He shrugged. "Never played it before," he replied. "How would I know?"

Mabel clicked it, and she was given options to customize her pet. She squealed. After a few minutes of deciding, she finally settled with a small tuft of hair, a mustache, and a necktie. "He's so cute!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"AAAHHH! Oh, man. Mabel, I think I went deaf!" Dipper yelled. He paused for a moment before he said, "Oh wait, I heard that. Never mind, I'm not deaf."

Mabel exited, and the next option began blinking. It was a food bag. She clicked it, but nothing happened.

"Try dragging it to him," Dipper suggested. Mabel did just that, and Fluffychick McCheeperscheepers began to eat it.

"That is so cute!" Mabel cooed.

"Is he eating the bag as well?" Dipper questioned.

Three more bags of food later and the next icon blinked. It was a shower icon.

"Time for bath, Fluffychick McCheeperscheepers!" Mabel announced to him. She clicked it and a little shower head appeared over the chick. The chick didn't seem to like his bath and ran away. "Come here, Fluffychick," Mabel demanded. "You need to get clean!"

She clicked it again, but the chick did not go near it. "Move your mouse," Dipper told her. "Maybe you can follow him with it."

After a few minutes of trying to get her pet to bathe, another icon blinked. This time, it was a soccer ball. "Ooh, let's play ball!" Mabel said.

She clicked the icon, but nothing dragged it instead and a soccer ball appeared over Fluffychick McCheeperscheepers head. He bumped it, and it disappeared when it hit the floor. Mabel did this a few times until Dipper said, "Try to click the ball when he hits it."

Mabel listened to him and squealed as she did. After hitting it eleven times, she stopped and another icon blinked. It was a bike.

"Awesome! Fluffychick McCheeperscheepers gets to ride a bike!" she exclaimed.

Dipper tilted his head. "Isn't it weird that they skipped the video game controller?" he asked her.

"Don't be silly, CheeseDip!" she told him. "It's not like something bad will happen."

Boy was she wrong.

Once she clicked the bike, the floor vanished below Fluffychick McCheeperscheepers' feet, causing him to fall. The bike icon showed against a black background. It flipped upside down.

Mabel frowned. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked the game.

Suddenly, it turned into a torcher machine. Fluffychick McCheeperscheepers was dropped into it and was ripped limb to limb. Mabel and Dipper gasped in horror, their eyes wide and their jaws dropped in shock. They watched the remains of the poor chick fall as the credits rolled.

Mabel's bottom lip began to tremble. "H-he was only a ch-chick," she cried softly.

Dipper patted her on the back. "Don't worry, Mabel," he said, trying to comfort her. "At least now, he's in chicken heaven."

He narrowed his eyes at the screen in anger. "What kind of sick person would make this game?!" he raged.

The pieces of Fluffychick McCheeperscheepers fell into a can labeled "Fluffychick," making Mabel cry harder. The words "Can Your Pet" hovered above the can in white.

"Oh... Can your pet!" Dipper exclaimed. "I get it!"

Mabel closed the laptop and walked away. "I am never going near another computer again for the summer," she stated. "Never ever ever ever ever."

Yeah, I think that was a little mean to Mabel. She's my favorite character. Maybe I feel a little guilt? Nah, totally worth it.

So, this was just a short story that came into my head. I don't know why.

Anyways, enjoy the rest of the day that wasn't ruined by this, maybe.

-Randomness Girl