Bill Cipher's POV:
He knew exactly what he was after, he just didn't know how to get it. He wanted to take everything that stupid happy little family residing at that shack had. He had spent so long chasing the author of those journals revealing all of the secrets he spent so long keeping, and now Stan, Dipper, and Mabel Pines have ruined it all! How dare they? How dare they unravel all of his hard work? He needed something that would ruin them, something that would make them suffer. Also, it wouldn't hurt if he had the Shack, too, as a more literal sort of "tourist trap"...Suddenly, as he searched through their actions and thoughts, it struck him. There was one thing that each of them loved more than anything: "Boy-Crazy" Mabel Pines. A sly grin crept into his features as a plan formulated in his all-seeing mind. Now, if he could just find the perfect human form to take...
Mabel's POV (three days later):
Mabel strode through the town, her previous high spirits trashed by Pacifica's rotten friends. Pacifica had gotten a lot nicer now that she was going out with Dipper, even going so far as to say that she and Mabel were friends, but Pacifica's other friends felt as if the twins had stolen her away. Mabel had been on her way to the pet store to buy a bedazzled collar for Waddles when she was intercepted by Pacifica's bratty "friend," Ginger.
"So, Mabel. Off on another one of your pathetic boy hunts? Or maybe just to a street corner to cry about how your forever alone?" Ginger sneered.
"Ginger, why do you have to put every person you come across down? I was in a good mood, but the sight of your horrid face has ruined that. Also, if you're such an expert, then why don't you have a boyfriend, either?" she retorted. Ginger just scoffed at her.
"Honey, don't turn this around on me. You're just jealous of me because I don't have braces and I've actually got a fashion sense!" She said haughtily as she flipped her hair and sashayed away. Mabel turned away, fuming. Part of her wondered if Ginger, putrid as she was, was right. Why couldn't she get a boyfriend? She'd tried and tried, but she wasn't the best at picking the right guys. She strode into the pet store, nearly running into someone in her brooding.
"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there," she stammered, suddenly aware that the man she had ran into was very handsome.
"Not a problem. I'm Will Ciphe," he replied in a rich voice. He was wearing tan jeans, a checkered yellow shirt, and a black ball cap. Most intriguing about him was his dark sunglasses balanced on the bridge of his nose.
"I'm Mabel Pines. Are you blind or something? Those sunglasses are really dark."
He laughed a deep, throaty laugh. "No, not completely. I can't see out of one eye, but I've found that an eye patch, or an eye staring at nothing makes people uncomfortable. I wear these instead, but one lens is lighter than the other, so I can see. I hope you don't mind my saying so, but I applaud your bravado. None of the girls I've met would've asked me so forwardly. Confidence is something I really value in a person."
"Well, thanks! I don't usually censor my thoughts very well. When I think of something, I say it," she said merrily. He smiled, and tilted his head. He seemed a bit taken aback by how forward she was.
"I like you, Mabel Pines. I like you so much that I want to take you on a date sometime. Here's my number...give me a call sometime! I'm already excited to see you again," Will told her.
"Awesome! I'll call you! Bye!" Mabel called as she walked out of the store without buying anything. Maybe the fates were smiling down on her, finally. Maybe Ginger had been wrong after all.