Mabel:
The sunlight that shone through the chinks of the curtains slowly blinded me until I gave in and opened my eyes. Rolling over, I saw my brother with one arm dangling out of the bed, almost trailing on the floorboards. His mouth was half open and making quiet, almost mewing noises.
"Aww he looks so peaceful" I whispered under my breath before sitting up and walking over there.
I tensed my muscles, surviving my siblings slumber before pouncing onto him with a yell.
"KITTEN ATTACK!"
"AHHHHHHHH" Dipper yelled before shoving me off the bed
"Mabel, you almost gave me a heart attack, what have I told you about attacking me in the mornings!?"
"Oh come on broseph its boring just waking you up normally. Plus you scream like a two year old when you're startled"
"I do not!" Dipper argued the pubescent squeak in his statement undermining him.
"Well not that often..."
After the Mabel morning alarm clock issue had been resolved (not that there was one) we both pulled on our clothes and sauntered down the stairs. Dipper just wore the same vest, t-shirt and short combo he wears every day. Like seriously I don't think he even washes them. And I decided after much deliberation to model a pony galloping on a rainbow sweater. (One if the finest from my collection if I do say so myself) along with a FRESHLY WASHED skirt and top.
As my twin and I parked ourselves at the kitchen table we could hear an audible grunt from the next room
"KIIIIDSS CAN SONBODY PICK UP THE MAIL IM TOO BUSY GLUING A PONY TO A MONKEY!"
Dipper and I both looked across at each other with the same determined look in our eyes. The arena was prepared, let battle commence!
"Not it!"
"Not it"
"Ahha! Mabel wins again!"
"Oh come on I always do stuff like this why can't you do it for a change"
"Because you're so much better at it than me" I lisped giving Dipper the puppy dog eyes.
He gave me a glare of utter contempt before rolling his eyes in defeat and trudging out the door.
Dipper:
I can't believe Mabel pulled out the puppy dog eyes I mean really?
For some stupid mail?
Pulling open the squeaky door to the shack I breathed in the cool morning air and felt the sun bathing me in a perfect glow. Yep it was going to be a good day. As I reached for the mailbox I suddenly felt a twinge of doubt, like something was wrong. I shrugged it off though, placing the blame on the crisp air. My hand opened the mail box, pulled out the contents and dropped it on the floor.
Breaking news: Child physic lil Gideon has escaped from Gravity falls maximum security prison! He was last seen running off into the forest with a fading green light. If you see this child please hand him into custody immediately.
I flung the paper on the table in disgust, giving Mabel and Grunkle Stan a chance to read it before I began to yell
"I can't believe it, what moron can't keep a 9 year old in jail?!"
"Maybe he tricked them Dipper? He is very good at that" Mabel replied earnestly" Plus he can't really do anything now, he has no powers, and the whole town hates him."
"Yes bbbut... What if he has help? What if he has a plan? He could be plotting our demise right now!" I almost yelled outraged that my sister was not more worried about this.
"Kid your overthinking things. Gideon's nothing but a squirt now. If we see him well just hand him into the authorities. Now go play outside like normal kids." Grunkle Stan said as he ushered me and Mabel outside.
Mabel:
I quickly hurried after my enraged brother, trying to keep pace as he stomped into the woods
"Dipper! Wait!" I panted
He ignored me and kept on walking
"Dipper!"
This time he stopped and turned around. His face crumpled in anger and... Fear.
"Dipper what's wrong, your never normally this stressed out about anything, and that's saying something."
Dipper sighed the anger lines melting from his face and being replaced with concern.
"It's just... Why aren't you taking this seriously Mabel? Like you remember what Gideon did last time?"
"Yeah he built a giant robot and tried to destroy us. So what? We won! Even with the entire town on his side and the journal in his possession, we beat him! He doesn't have any of that stuff now" I pointed out
"Okay but..."
"But what Dipper? Is this about not being strong or dumb stuff like that? You know full well that you"
"No it's not that it's well..."
"Come on spit it out bro-bro"
"Um..."
"Dipper, it's me. Just tell me what's up or you'll just get bottled up and then I think you get a brain disease or something"
"Mabel it's just... Last time Gideon... He tried to take you"
The penny dropped then.
"Oh Dipper" I whispered my voice trailing off slightly
I hadn't even considered that he was acting this way because of me. Because of how much he cared for me.
"Dipper you know that's not going happen again. Gideon can't and will not try to take me again. Okay?"
"I know Mabel it's just...
When I was on that cliff, with no journal, no plan, nothing. It made me feel like I was going to lose my twin, the one thing I care more about than anything else in the world. You. And there was nothing I could do about it..."
My brother paused to wipe the tears beginning to adorn his eyes. I mirrored the action, wetting the woollen sleeve of my sweater in the process.
"Nothing at all"
My brain seemed to dry up of all things to say, barren of responses.
"D-d-dipper" was all I could stammer before having to stop and blink back the fresh trickle of tears.
"Dipper" I said more certainly as I found the words to say "There's no way that could happen again"
"How can you be certain?" Dipper said almost choking on his words
"Because I have you protecting me, and you are the most brave, smart and headstrong person I know. And your my twin brother, you'd do anything for me and I would too. I couldn't ask for anyone better."
Dipper smiled softly the fear retreating from his eyes.
"Thanks Mabel. You're... Your right we'll be fine."
"There's my brother! Awkward sibling hug?"
"Awkward sibling hug"
I embraced my brother giving him an audible pat on the back.
"Don't worry Mabel I won't let anyone take you, no matter what"
Third person:
"Oh I wouldn't count on that Dipper Pines" A high southern accent drawled as he watched the two 12 year olds walking away.
"I wouldn't count on that at all..."
AUTHORS NOTE:
One chapter done!
Next chapter will be up within the month (hopefully)
Thank you to all who have read this so far!
