"Why are you doing this?! You know Mabel doesn't like you anymore!" The boy instantly dropped his voice from a shout and mumbled under his breath, "Well, not that she ever liked you more than a friend/little sister in the first place."
"What was that you said, Dipper Pines?" Gideon's chubby face abruptly transformed from anger to complete rage as his hand tensed around his lucky bolo tie. With a quick raise of the opposite hand he lifted Dipper off the ground, rendering him helpless in midair.
Dipper quickly overcame the fear for his life and stated plainly, "Why don't you just give it up, man? She'll never love you." Gideon's grip on the stone tightened further and the eerie blue-green light began to suffocate the one trapped inside its glow, not allowing for a single
muscle to move.
"That's what you think! I know she loves me!" The blond boy replied, hatred fueling each word. By will and a simple flick of the wrist, he sent the twin careening into the totem pole in front of the Mystery Shack with a loud crack. As Dipper's vision faded into black, he watched as his worried twin came running out of the house-turned-tourist trap towards him.
"Gideon! What do you think you're doing?! If you really wanted me to like you, you could probably start off by NOT trying to kill my family." Mabel hissed at her brother's attacker, "How were you expecting this to end in me liking you?"
She tried pulling her twin back into consciousness, but nothing she tried was working. Her eyesight blurred more and more each second as she looked upwards toward the assailant, fire mixing with her tears. She then ripped the amulet from his neck and crushed it into the pavement, much to Gideon's horror.
"Where do you keep getting these?" She wondered aloud. Suddenly powerless and without a decent lie, the only option Gideon could see was to run off into the woods toward home. She watched as he tripped over his own two feet and fell on his face but kept going, clearly without injury, unlike Dipper. The girl then returned her attention to her slightly younger twin. Becoming lost in her thoughts, Mabel kept reliving the past few moments, always cringing at the noise that signaled Dipper's injury.
She shuddered, as if she felt the pain of the blow herself. "Stupid twin powers. I hate how I can feel what he feels, even though it is kind of cool."
She thought to herself as she looked down at Dipper. He was slowly starting to regain consciousness, mumbling something about Gideon. "I guess I better get you inside, huh, little brother?" She asked Dipper, knowing she wouldn't get a reply.
With the help of the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, Mabel managed to half-carry, half-drag the semi-conscious Dipper into the Shack, up to the attic, and onto his bed. Still trying to relax and get back to sleep, Mabel stared out the triangle-shaped window at the sunrise creeping its way over the mountains, when out of the blue, a flicker of gold caught her eye.
"What is that? I might as well check it out while I'm up."
Mabel clearly had given up on sleeping at that point. She threw on a hand-knit sweater with a large pig face in the center.
"I hope Waddles likes the matchingsweaters I madeus," She thought while she squeezed her pet pig into a crudely-knit sweater with an even more crudely-knit self portrait of herself in the middle. The animal did not look pleased, but reluctantly submitted to what was now apparently Match Clothes with Your Pet Tuesday. Waddles followed her out into the parking lot, where she had seen the shiny object.
"It almost looks like a book," Mabel thought, her pig trailing closely behind her, "Maybe someone lost it on their trip to the Shack." As she got closer, however, the book looked more and more familiar. In a wall-eyed goat's mouth was a tattered journal identical to Dipper's in every way, except with a two replacing the three on a six-fingered hand.
