Okay, first things first, this is my first fanfic, so keep that in mind.
Second things second, I don't own Gravity Falls, that goes to Alex Hirsch.
It wasn't that the night was cold, it was simply that she didn't know how to react.
It was the cold bitterness that made no sense in place of the happy-go-lucky attitude that usually kept her bouncing back.
She stared at the traumatizing sight before her, at the red on her sweater. The dark red. It pooled on her side, and a shard of glass nearby had the same colour on its side.
She stood hastily, only to drop back down as soon as it happened, feeling the blood rush.
A feeble cry started in her chest, but it gradually grew louder, like a storm.
Suddenly she threw her head back, and the loudest wail yet escaped her mouth, calling for the person trapped under rubble, under secrets too deep to let him live.
Her tiny fist hit the ground, and a sting was acknowledged by her brain, but ignored by her heart.
Her shattered heart.
She opened her eyes again, only to see a single staring back at her, upturned in a grin.
If her advsary had a mouth. Just a stupid bowtie, a stupid hat, a stupid trianglar body.
It was just an isosceles monster.
She stood up, and from the darkness, the monster called out, "Now, now, Shooting Star, what did I tell you about ruining your pretty face?"
She shook her head, slipping the grappling hook she took with her in all of their adventures. "My name isn't Shooting Star," she spat, wincing at the pain in her side, "And I don't think it's Mabel anymore, either."
She pressed the trigger, which went upwards and hit the girder above them.
Maybe if she had stayed a little longer, if the monster had stayed longer, they'd have heard the small cries under the debris, or seen the hand that tried to get out.
And maybe they would have seen the figure that helped out the small child that had been underneath.
So, I'd like to see how people react, so please review and stuff.
Like, really. It would make my day. And possibly next week.
Yeah.
