TIMEY-WIMEY LOOP-DE-LOOP
I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!
JUNE 7th ,2012- 7:00 am
GOOD MORNING WORLD! Shouted an excited mabel as she lept out of bed to greet the day. GOOD MORNING FLOOR! GOOD MORNING PLANT! GOOD MORNING ASBESTOS! GOOD MORNIING DIP-
It was then she noticed that dipper wasn't in his bed!
Huh, weird...did he get up early? Thought a perplexed mabel. And then she saw the note...
Dear, mabel.
You'll be happy to hear I've discovered that rare misprint
"Orange you not happy mon?"
Sticker that you've long been coveting for your collection
Meet me in the guest bedroom that is located at the back of the shack to get it.
Sincerely, Dipper
Mabel let out an ear-shattering squeal as she ran down stairs.
MEANWHILE
Wendy had just reported in for work when she saw a note on the counter addressed to her.
Dear, wendy
It's me, dipper pines. I know we've only barely known each other for a week.
But I over-heard one of those friends of yours talking about how much you love old arcade games. And I just happened to find a working one in the guestroom in the back of the shack called "Groin slashers VII the BLOODENING".
And I was wondering if you had time today, maybe we could play it together?
Sincerely, dipper pines.
Groin slashers?...but that's my favorite...wendy wiped a tear from her eye as she quickly ran to the back of the shack.
MEANWHILE
Soos was being...soos. When he found a letter.
Dear, Soos
Hey buddy, could you do me a huge favor and go to the guestroom at the back of the shack for no reason?
I'M UP FOR ANYTHING, MYSTERIOUS NOTE LEAVER!
LATTER
And that's how all three of them found themselves in the guest room.
Dipper? Where are you? Asked mabel.
And that's when the door slammed shut behind them.
Wha- squawked a confused wendy.
And that's when the room filled with green gas.
All of them were unconscious within seconds.
After a minute of silence. The room started to break apart and mechanical arms began to strip them naked, forcibly merge weird devices into their flesh, and place them in liquidized containment tubes. That were immediately transported to the bowels of the mystery shack.
Where a nightmarish beast cackled with delight...
TO BE CONTINUED?
This is dedicated to Perfect Lionheart, one of my favorite authors(who can be found on my favorites). His stuff are Masterpieces of Deconstruction fic's. I may not care for his views on Muslims, but that doesn't make his stories any less amazing!
Hope you come out of hiatus soon! Your fans await!
ANN: I know it says "in-progress" but really I just don't like boxing myself into a corner. For now this is more of a one-shot that I might continue one day...but probably won't.
But, hey. Feel free to use whatever elements you want from this, if you want! Or maybe give me ideas?
P.S. could someone contact the deviant artist Markmak or show me how to contact him? I'd like to talk to him, but the computer won't let me comment on deviantart.