This is loosely based off of my AU where some of the characters of Gravity Falls have some sort of Disability.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls or the characters of the show.
I was sitting alone in the cemetery. Pressing the ice pack up against my eye didn't help much in relieving the real pain I was feeling inside. I fucking hate my parents. I just wished I could just run away and not have to deal with them anymore.
"There you are, Robbie. Been looking everywhere for you."
I looked up, seeing Mabel, tapping the toe of my shoe with her cane.
"Are you bleeding? I can smell blood on you; what happened?"
"I… I tripped down the stairs. That's all."
"Well let me help you patch that up."
Mabel then pulled some Neosporin, leaned over, and felt my face to find the cut on my cheek before putting the Neosporin on and sealing it with a Shimmery Twinkleheart Band-Aid.
"You must've had quite the fall there, Robbie."
I remained silent; I didn't want to burden Mabel with the truth of how I really got my scrapes.
"Robbie, what are rainbows like?" asked Mabel, sitting down next to me.
"What? Why do you ask?" I said in confusion.
"No reason. Just always been curious about rainbows for as long as I can remember. I know what a rainbow tastes like from eating Skittles, but I've never seen a rainbow and lots of people have different descriptions of rainbows. Did you know some cultures view rainbows as bad omens? Some Amazonian tribes even think rainbows bring diseases.
"Huh. Weird."
I scratched the back of my head, trying to think of the best way to describe a rainbow to a blind person.
"Well, rainbows usually appear when light reflects raindrops, though sometimes they can appear near waterfalls or through clear glass. They usually appear in the sky as half of an arch, but sometimes they're a full arch going all the away across the sky."
"What about the colors?" asked Mabel, "That's what I'm most interested in learning about."
Oh boy. How do I describe color? Shapes, sizes, and textures are one thing, but color is something entirely different. Mabel had been blind since birth, so would she be able to grasp color with the way I describe them?
"Well, rainbows are made up of a lot of seven different colors. There's red, which is strong and passionate, orange, which is warm and enthusiastic, yellow, happy and hopeful, green, lucky and fertile, blue, calm and peaceful, indigo, which is like blue, but more serious, and then purple, wise and noble."
"And which color are you?" asked Mabel.
"Black." I sighed, "Angry, fearful, unhappy, sad, and surrounded by death. There's nothing positive about me."
I turned my whole body away from her. My face felt warm and my vision was blurry. I didn't want to cry, but my eyes couldn't hold in my tears and I knew Mabel would be able to tell if I started making noises.
I then felt Mabel place her hand on my shoulder.
"Robbie, I've lived in blackness my whole life. Sure, it's not great, but I still find joy even within it. You know what I think?"
Mabel then put her arms around me.
"I think you're a rainbow."
I blushed wildly. No one has ever said anything that nice to me before (even if it was a little strange). I then wrapped my arms around her, thanking her for the encouragement.
