Here it is, guys. The squeal! Enough chit chat, lets get started!
Dippers P.O.V.
Things were finally getting back to almost normal. Mabel was fine and the government was so busy cleaning up the town that they didn't bother looking for Stan. It had been 2 weeks and Mabel and I were getting used to living with our Grandpa Stanley. We still slept in the same attic room and Stanley moved into Soos's old break room. Everything was fine.
I woke up to the sound of screaming. I figured Mabel was having another intense nightmare. Ever since she stopped glowing, she would have these strange nightmares that would cause her to scream. I would wake her up and she would tell me what happened. I would tell her it was just a dream and we would fall back to sleep.
But this scream was different. It was filled with complete fright. I sit straight up and look over to my twin. Mabel is in the corner of her bed, knees tucked into her chest, with her wide open eyes bolting around the room.
Waddles tried to walk over to her, but she cringed and pushed herself farther into the corner. This was when I realized something was worse than I previously thought. I figured it was a nightmare that really freaked her out. But the Mabel I know would never back away from her pig.
Jumping out of bed, I walk over to her cautiously.
"Mabel, what's wrong?" I ask.
"How do you know me?" She asked.
Is she playing a prank on me? "Mabel, that's not funny. You really scared me."
"Who are you? Where am I?"
"Mabel, stop joking. Just go back to sleep."
Her eyes started to fill with tears. "I don't know you. I don't know why I'm here. Where did I come from? How do you know me? Who are you?"
I decided to play along with her little prank. "I'm Dipper. Your twin brother."
"I don't have a brother, let alone a twin."
This is starting to freak me out. Mabel can't joke for this long without bursting into laughter. I pick up Waddles and walk over to her bed.
"Do you know who this is?" I ask holding out the pig.
She backs up as far into the corner as she can. OK, this is a problem.
"Grunkle Stan!" I yell. "There's something wrong with Mabel!"
I hear footsteps clomp up the stairs. I knew he would be up here fast. Stan has always had a soft spot for us. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, we know. If there was a problem, he would never stop until we were back to our normal selves.
Stan was in our room in a few seconds. He rushed over to Mabel and tried to put a hand on her arm. She pulled it back.
"Mabel, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Why do you people all know my name? I don't know any of you. I just want to get out of here." she cries.
"Dipper, what's wrong with her?"
"I don't know." I said. "She woke up screaming and when I tried to talk to her she said she didn't know me."
I did not expect that to hit me as hard as it did. Once I said it out loud, it really hurt. Mabel, my own twin sister, the girl I would throw away all I care about to help her, didn't know who I was. That's when I started to tear up.
"It's OK, Dipper. We'll figure this out." Stan said. He turned to look at her. "Mabel, do you remember anything?"
"Only my name." she said.
Stan and I exchanged looks. We both knew who to go to.
"Stanley."
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