AN: Hello! This is my first Gravity Falls fanfic. This is a group effort. My friends, Gaby and Simon, helped. They help me with all my fanfics. Gaby thought of the ending and I thought of the waffles. Simon thought of the mystery. Thanks for reading! :) Please Review.
-Mable's POV-
"Hey, kids! I made waffles!" My great-uncle barked from the kitchen. I was snuggling under my blanket when he said that.
"HUH?" I gasped, whipping my head away from my pillow. My blanket wrapped around my body and the back of my head. I quickly jumped out of bed but my blanket tripped me on the way. I landed on my face. "WAFFLES!" I exclaimed, throwing a fist up. I looked up to see my twin brother, rolling to different sizes of his bed. My blanket made me look like a worm so I crawled to his bed like one. "DIPPER!" I cried.
"Huh?" He gasped, and rolled off the bed. I broke my worm-state and bolted downstairs, Dipper following.
"WAFFLES!" I cheered, and stepped forward. I tripped on my foot and rolled down stairs.
"MABLE!" Dipper cried. I landed on my face again.
"WAFFLES!" I exclaimed, throwing my fist up. I climbed to my feet and ran into the kitchen.
"Morning, Gruncle Stan." He greeted.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. Where are the waffles?" I said, somewhat distracted.
"Hehe...here they are." Stan smiled, sliding the treat on my plate.
"Aw...but these are just...square pancakes." I sighed.
"Mine are cardboard." Dipper added.
"Lucky!" I laughed, pushing his face with my hand. We both bursted out laughing. I rose and stuffed the "waffles" in my mouth.
"Want mine?" He asked.
"Yes!" I exclaimed. I ran upstairs and into the closet. I changed into my bright purple tanktop and into some dark jeans. Lastly, I pulled on my sweater that had a kitten on it and ran downstairs. Dipper handed me a plate while reading today's newspaper. I gulped down the squared pancakes and orange juice.
"Later, boys!" I gave them a back-handed wave after I placed on my backpack.
"Where are you going?" My brother asked.
"Oh, just to the pond to hang out with Candy and Grenda." I answered casually.
"Cool." He sighed. I ran outside and through the woods.
"Mabel!" Candy greeted. "Nice sweater."
"I - It's freezing back here." I studdered.
"Yeah." She nodded.
"W - Where's Grenda?" I asked, shivering.
"She couldn't make it." Candy said sadly. Her voice was different. It was raspy and dry. Everything was different. She was taller, her hair was darker, and her skin was pale. She wore a turtle-neck and black pants.
"What's that on your neck?" I asked, reaching for an amulet on her neck.
"GRAH!" She screamed when I came in contact.
"Uhhh..." I gasped.
"DON'T DO THAT!" Candy roared.
"I - I'm sorry." I said softly.
"I needed to ask you..." She sighed. "Which side will you take?"
"Excuse me?" I asked. Chills ran down my back. My hands felt sweaty. But I couldn't help wondering...Why was I feeling this? I never felt this way around Candy. She was the last person I'd be afraid of. The wind blew my hair to the side.
"Yeah. Grenda or me?" She insisted.
"Well...I can't choose one. You're both my friends." I replied softly.
"Uh-huh. But if you had to choose..."
"Hehe...Umm, Dipper is calling."
"I don't hear anything."
"Choose, Mabel."
"I can't."
"Mabel, I want to keep you safe and so does Grenda. So just choose."
"Safe? What's this really about!"
"There are teams now. We separate the teams. Mabel, just choose."
"No! And I mean it! So back off."
"I see you're going to need...a push. Alright, then. People will visit you today."
"What kind of people?"
"Mabel, close your eyes."
"Okay but why?"
I shut my eyes and whispers filled my head. I heard names but I couldn't make them out. And when I opened them...she was gone. Wind blew dust into my eyes.
"IT BURNS!" I screamed, and ran back home. I ran inside, shut the door and ran upstairs, screaming.
"What?" My teenage friend, Wendy, gasped, pulling down her magazine. She just shrugged it off and returned to her magazine.
"IT BURNS!" I cried, running into the restroom. Dipper was singing in nothing but a towl.
"Disco girl! Comin' through. That girl is you!" He sang, pretending the shaver was a microphone.
"IT BURNS!" I shrieked, and ran upstairs. I jumped on my bed and shoved my face into my pillow.
Why, I thought. Why was Candy acting weird? Who will visit me? Where is Grenda? Will Dipper put on a shirt? Will I go blind if I don't wash the dirt out of my eyes? Will I ever stop listing questions? Who knows...
I thought that was the last weird thing I would hear that day but you could never know what will happen next in Gravity Falls...