So, I have reposted this without the song. I would still listen to the song with the story, but it's no longer apart of the story. Still, enjoy.
Mable sighed, sitting on the familiar roof, but it seemed so strange without her brother. She stared at the sky. "Dipper, why did you go with him?" She muttered to herself. She paused when she heard footsteps and looked back. "You okay, kid?" She looked at her great uncle. "Grunkle Stan, did we really hurt him that bad?" Stanley climbed onto the roof with her and sighed. "I don't know. I didn't think what we said would get to him so bad. I thought he knew we were joking." Tears welled up in Mable's eyes. "I-I wish we could take it all back. I… I wish we had never hurt him." She hugged him. "I know." Stan patted her back. "I should've never invited you kids here. You should've never been involved with this." Mable rubbed her eyes, thinking of the past.
Mable looked at the stars again. "I'm glad I didn't press the button, I really am, but a part of me wishes I had." She admitted. "Dipper was glad to finally meet the author, the person he had spent all summer looking for, but…" She sniffed. "But he felt so betrayed that I trusted you over him. He stopped talking to me after that." Stan nodded. "Yeah, that Ford wasn't worth it. I should've never built that portal." They sat in silence for a while. "Grunkle Stan, will we ever get Dipper back?" Mable asked. Stan shrugged. "I don't know, kid. But, we're going to try." He said, standing up. "C'mon, you need to get some sleep." He said, then went inside. Mable nodded and followed.
Mable walked down the stairs and looked at all the people and creatures hiding in their shelter. The plan to make the shack into a robot had been completed, and they were resting for the battle tomorrow, but she couldn't sleep. Memories and regrets ran through her head, keeping her awake. She glanced at everyone, then went upstairs to her and Dipper's room. Half of the room was covered with posters, pictures, and pink. The other half was plain, the only thing standing out was a half-burnt red journal with golden fingers and a three. Mable picked it up and stared at it. "Dipper, why?" She tightened her grip as tears hit the cover, then hugged it to her chest, remembering.
Mable ran out the door. She was arguing with Dipper about their birthday and him staying in Gravity Falls, when he stormed off. She hadn't seen him in a few hours and was worried about him. "Dipper! Dipper, where are you? Dipper!" She cupped her hands around her mouth. "Come on out, Dipping-sauce!" She looked down. "I'm sorry! Let's just talk! Please!" Suddenly, an X opened in the sky. "Dipper?" Her eyes widened, and she ran toward the direction. She stopped as she reached a clearing. No one was there, just a small fire and a broken snow globe. She walked to them and froze, falling to her knees. "No. No!" She picked up the burning book and dipped it in the river. "Dipper, where are you? Dipper!" She screamed. She knew what the snow globe was, and knew this was bad.
"Can't sleep?" A voice made her jump. Mable watched Wendy walked in, followed by Pacifica, Candy, and Grenda. "No. What about you?" The girls shook their heads. "So, it's true Dipper joined Bill?" Pacifica asked. "I still can't believe it." Wendy shook her head, sitting on the boy's bed. "I mean, it seems like yesterday we were hanging out together and doing nothing." "Now he's the enemy." Candy said. Mable sighed. "Right. Dipper is… the enemy." Mable repeated, trying to imagine Dipper against her. Mable set the journal by the window. "That's what he left?" Pacifica asked. Mable nodded. "I still can't believe he didn't take it." Wendy said. "He carried it with him everywhere." "It's weird." Mable agreed. "But it was his sign that he didn't want to be here anymore." She sat on her bed and hugged her knees.
"Dipper really changed over the summer." Mable said. "At first, it was a good change, and he seemed to be happier and have more fun, but…" "I really miss him." Wendy sighed, laying on his bed. "Will we see him again?" Pacifica asked. "Maybe, but chances are, he'll be fighting us tomorrow." Candy said. "Ugh! I can't take it anymore!" Grenda yelled, standing up. The girls sat up as she went to the closet and grabbed sleeping bags and pillows. "You're all being such downers. Now! We're going to sleep," She threw some at Candy. "We're gonna be ready for tomorrow," She threw some at Pacifica. "Hey-" "And we're going to get Dipper back!" She plopped on the floor. "Any objections?" She asked. Everyone smiled a little. "Then go to sleep!" She ordered.
Everyone got in their positions as the Mystery Shack stood on it's new legs. "Ready?" Mable asked, a determined look on her face. Since Grenda had talked some sense into the girls, they had been more determined than ever to make this work. It wasn't long before they reached the giant, floating pyramid. Mable packed her backpack as they fought Henchmaniacs. She grabbed her grappling hook, the flashlight with the sizing crystal, and other things from her past adventures. She glanced at the journal on the window and touched the cover. "It seems like years ago we came here and you found this journal. I was busy swooning over every guy I saw and was tricked by the gnomes. You saved me. You're always helping me out. Now it's my turn."
Mable lined up with the other's, ready to shoot to get the other's, when something caught her eye. Dipper was standing on the ground, watching the battle as Bill flew out. "Now!" Mable yelled as she got out of her tube. "Mable!" Stan yelled before shooting off. "What are you doing?" She heard as she ran to the exit. "I'll be back!" She yelled, opening a window and jumping out, using her grappling hook to get down. She ran to Dipper as the other's fought. "Dipper! I'm so glad you're alright." Mable pulled him into a hug. He didn't flinch or move at all. "I'm fine." He said as she took a step back. "C'mon. We have to go meet the others and help-" She tried to drag him, but he didn't move. "Dipper?" "I told you, I'm fine where I'm at. Better, in fact." He showed a wicked grin.
To be continued...