The Cipher Fighters: Finding Mabel
Chapter 1:
Mabel opened her eyes to a dark void. She gasped, widened her eyes, and looked around.
" Where am I," she asked.
The twelve-year-old appeared to be floating around in space, except there were no stars or planets in sight. In fact, all she could see was pitch black and herself. Mabel wrapped her arms around her body.
" Help," she shouted, shivering. " Anybody? Hello? Dipper? Grunkle Stan? Grunkle Ford? Waddles?...Mom?...Dad?...Candy?...Grenda?...Soos? Wendy?"
When nobody answered, tears started leaking out of her eyes. She collapsed onto her knees then kept pleading for help, while choking out sobs.
" Help me," the girl sniffled, mumbling.
Back in the year 2042, Dipper exited the basement and entered the home part of the shack. Wendy was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, when Dipper entered. She glanced at him and smiled. He smiled back then frowned, sitting down at the table. The redhead turned the stove on low and sat next to him, cradling his hand in hers.
" No luck finding her," she questioned, softly.
" No," Dipper sighed, turning his head away. " Nobody has seen or heard of her on the other side. Grunkle Stan and Ford checked Heaven, Purgatory, and the other place. No sign of her, at all."
" Oh, man," Wendy groaned.
He glanced at her. Wendy looked into his eyes.
" There is some good news, though," he stated. " I finally managed to destroy the Nightmare Realm. Nobody from that dimension can harm anybody here ever again."
" Well, that's good," Wendy perked up, grinning. " It's a start."
" Yeah," Dipper muttered, looking away again. " I…guess so…"
" Honey, you're trying your best," Wendy cupped the side of his face with her free hand.
Suddenly, the smoke detector went haywire. Wendy shot up from her chair and raced toward the stove, shutting it off. She grabbed a rag and used it as a fan. Dipper opened the window, allowing the smoke to clear out. Two children dashed into the room. One of them was a nine-year-old boy with curly, red hair and brown eyes. The other one was a seven-year-old girl with straight, brown hair and green eyes.
" We heard the dinner bell," the boy chimed.
" Where is it," the girl asked. " We're starving."
Wendy rolled her eyes, sighing. The stew was too burned to eat and there was nothing else to cook for dinner. She took Dipper's cellphone and headed into the hallway, ordering a pizza. As soon as the pizza arrived, the family ate and started preparing for bed. Dipper was brushing his teeth with the youngest downstairs, while Wendy was tucking in the oldest up in the attic room.
" Mom, what does Dad do in the basement all day, every day," the boy asked.
" Well, your father is a scientist," Wendy fluffed up his pillow. " In order to stay close to us, we had to move to a home with a lab in the basement."
" Why do we hardly get to see him," He questioned, hugging his teddy bear.
" He is a very important man," Wendy chirped, ruffling his hair. " He has a duty to our world. Think of him as a super hero."
" Like Arachnidman," he peeped, grinning.
" Yeah, like that, sort of," Wendy kissed the boy on top of the head. " Goodnight, Tyrone."
" Goodnight, Mom," Tyrone retorted as Wendy turned off the light and left the room.
Wendy went down to Stan's old room, which was now hers and Dipper's room. Dipper was sitting on the bed, talking into a holographic, wrist communicator. On it, was Blendin Blandin, who was leaning back in a chair, tapping his chin with his finger.
" Nobody in the afterlife has seen her," Dipper explained, shrugging. " That's just weird to me."
" I-I-I-I'll see what I can do," Blendin responded, standing up and supporting himself on the desk with his arms. "I-I-I'll speak to Time Baby about it. H-he'll know what's going on."
" Thanks, Blendin," Dipper sighed in relief then hung up.
He lied down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Wendy crawled under the covers and curled up next to him. Dipper smirked and wrapped an arm around her. They both fell asleep from there.
