ABDUCTION
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GRAVITY FALLS OR ANYTHING ELSE.
A/N: I HAD A WEIRD DREAM ABOUT THIS. AFTER DUNGEONS DUNGEONS AND MORE DUNGEONS SO STANFORD IS THERE.
CHAPTER ONE: TWO STRANGERS
Dipper was a boy of twelve years of age. He did as he was told, most of the time, and goes where ever his older twin sister goes. He has short slightly curly brown hair that was hidden under a white and blue hat with a pine tree symbol on the front. His five minutes older than him twin sister Mabel sat on the soft arm chair behind his sitting form on the floor. She had long slightly curly brown hair that reached down to her knees and braces on her teeth. Both were currently wearing similar Pajamas that was as dark navy blue color and were watching Ducktective on the small screen in front of them.
"Hey Dipper?" Mabel questioned quietly. Dipper tilted his head back and looked up at her.
"Yeah?"
"When do you think Grunkle Stan is coming home?"
Dipper paused. "I don't know... He said he was going down to the town to get some stuff and Great uncle Ford's down in the basement doing who knows what so we have some time together..."
Mabel yawned. "What time is it?"
Dipper checked his gray digital watch. "Around 10:30ish."
"Maybe we should head to bed-"
CRASH!
The sudden noise from the kitchen startled the two kids making them freeze on the spot.
"Grunkle Stan, Great Uncle Ford?" Mabel asked.
The two twins both had a sinking feeling in their guts as there was no response. The two looked at each other and slowly began to grab a makeshift weapon from around them. Dipper grabbed a golf club and Mabel a vase. The two began to slowly make their way to the kitchen slowly stepping in sync with the other. Mabel put her back to her brother's just like they did during school and slowly peered around the door frame. The kitchen's back door was wide open and was blowing slightly in the wind.
"Bro-bro... The doors open." Mabel whispered to her brother. Dipper froze, wasn't that door locked an hour ago? He shook off the creepy feeling that someone was watching them and took a deep breath.
"Maybe we should go down to Great Uncle Ford and stay there until its safe."
She nodded and gripped his right hand and dragged him quietly towards the vending machine. Just as she was punching the code in, Dipper was ripped from her grasp. She whirled around with a startled yelp and saw a man dressed in black wearing a black ski mask. Dipper struggled in the man's arms yelling.
"UNCLE FORD! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"
Mabel stood in fear as the man took a red worn out rag and placed it over her brother's nose. Dipper gasped at the touch of the cool sweet smelling cloth.
'What's going on?'
Mabel snapped out of her state of shock as her brother became limp in the man's arms and lunged at the man angrily. Only to be caught by another pair of arms slimmer than the other pair
"UNCLE FORD! HELP US!" She screamed as pure panic began to set in. Another cloth was placed over her nose and she held her breath. She felt a prick on her arm and looked down to see a needle sticking out. The vision before her began to blacken. Distantly she could hear the vending machine opening and the shouts of Stanford. She could feel her body bouncing as if she was moving, there was a crash and a sound of a car engine being turned on.
Then everything went black.
With a groan Dipper shifted. His right arm bent by his head and the left lying across his stomach and legs sprawled out in a wild disarray. The light blue comforter twisted around him tangling him in the bedspread. His head laid upon the fluffiest pillow he had ever laid on. He struggled to open his eyes when he realized that what he was lying in was a king sized bed and his Grunkle was too much of a cheap to buy something as expensive as this. As his eyes opened memories of the night before came flooding back as the reality of the situation came into focus.
'Oh god! What do they want from us?! Are they going to kill us? And Mabel... MABEL! OH GOD WHERE IS SHE?
He thought frantically turned his head searching the room for a bright colored sweater. The color of room was a darker shade of baby blue with golden curls seeping from the sides of the walls. A dark wooden closet sat in the right corner the color matched the nightstand that rested against the bed and wall. Dipper shot up from his laying position and threw the blue and gold colors off of him and made a dash towards the two large mahogany doors.
"Mabel!" He shouted as he opened the door. He made to run out into the hallway only to feel something around his right ankle and fell. He sat up and whipped around to look at his leg.
A shackle.
A FUCKING shackle.
Dipper froze as he stared at it. There was a shackle around his leg. He looked at the chain and realized that it was connected to the left leg of the bed. He gave it a cautious tug and frowned when the noise echoed. Standing up he closed the door and began to pace, he needed to think. Only when he felt a cold breeze did he look down and stopped his insistent pacing. He was wearing a fresh pair of boxers and an overly large white T-shirt that slipped down both of his shoulders and went past his knees.
His face turned an alarming shade of red.
'Some one changed my outfit...' He shook his head, 'I don't need to be worried about that right now! I need to take this shackle off, find Mabel, and get out of here!'
With that thought in mind he began to pace, the chain dragging across the floor. The door was knocked on opened.
"I see your awake my love."
Dipper let out a loud (manly he would say) wail and once again whipped around.
"Who are you?!" He said looking up.
A tall beautiful woman not older than 33 with long brown hair stood in the doorway, wearing a long blood red dress with matching heels a bright red Cardigan covered her shoulders. She looked upon him with a loving gaze and a small smile.
"Matthew? All you alright my child?"
Dipper reeled back hitting the edge of the bed as her arms reached out to touch him. "Matthew? My name's Dipper!"
She frowned. "What are you taking about? Matthew you feel asleep in the study while reading a book." She looked genuinely confused.
Dipper began to panic his mind and heart racing a mile a minute as she began to advance on him.
"N-no! S-stay away! HELP! MABEL! SOMEBODY HELP!" He screamed as she grabbed him, hoisting him by his arms and making sure Dipper was safe on her hip as he began to thrash pounding with his tiny hands at her back. Tears coming to his eyes as she held him with an iron grip as she walked into the hallway, a sob came from him as he realized she had taken off the shackle and was walking towards an unknown area. He stopped trashing and became limp clutching onto her red cardigan closed his eyes and rested his head against her shoulder.
"Are you done with your little episode Matt? I know you're having trouble at school but you need to know how to make friends.
Dipper merely laid there and nodded slightly against her and looked up to watch his surroundings.
His mouth dropped open as he gazed about the fancy tables and paintings along the dark purple walls. He looked down at the shaggy carpet below that was painted a light blue as they walked, so far he could tell that whoever kidnapped them was rich. They hadn't harmed him yet so maybe they weren't bad? He yawned pondering for a moment, head still laying against the ridiculously tall woman's shoulder as his eye lids became heavier. He realized that the woman had begun to hum a small lullaby and was rubbing his back in small circles that made him relax involuntarily. He struggled against the closing lids but before he could realize it he was asleep.
"Shh my baby go to sleep."
/ow my time knee oh time dang it/
Mabel sat in what looked like a fancy drawing room, fine light blue coated the walls and the dark purple floor boards shined like no tomorrow. She fiddled with her pink silk gown as she sat waiting for that man, whoever he was to come back, she had tried to open the door but just like her room it was locked. Her room had a large king sized bed a dresser in the far left corner with a large closet beside it and a nightstand by the bed. She wouldn't have minded if it wasn't for two problems. One she didn't know where Dipper was and two everything was pink.
When the finely dressed man walked into his room a few minutes after she had awoken, she had asked if he knew where Dipper was. He had responded saying,
"Matthew is still asleep Emily, now come along to the drawing room your mother is waiting."
She was confused,
'Matthew? Who was Matthew? Her name was Mabel not Emily! My mom is here?'
She shrugged figuring that it was just a nickname. She had been waiting for a few minutes now and was anxious to see her mom. There was a sound of click and knob turned, the door swung open showing none other than a finely dressed woman and the finely dressed man. She noticed with relief that the woman was carrying Dipper on her waist.
"Wake up my little pumpkin." She said with a sicking sweet voice tapping Dipper's nose. As he began to awake the women placed him on the small couch next to his sister.
"Dipper!" Mabel shouted hugging him as tears came to her eyes.
"Mabel?" Dipper said sniffing groggily, he tiredly returned it.
"Ahem."
The twins both snapped their heads towards the noise both unconsciously moving closer to the other. The man smiled gently at them as if he was talking to a pair of scared animals as he spoke.
"Hello kids, I'm your new father," he placed a hand on the tall woman's shoulder, "And this is your new mother."
The woman opened the curtains that was in front of large window in front of the couch. The two twin's stomach clenched in disrepair as the window showed nothing but a vast area of the woods.
"Welcome to your new home."
