Hi, hello, those who chose to click on this, thank you. Want your heart ripped out? This is the fic for you! Please favorite, follow, comment! I hope this is as emotionally traumatizing to read as it was for me to type it, i actually cried typing this. As I get more into typing this my writing style should even out and get better, hopefully. First time I've ever written an entire sad fanfiction.

On one particularly hot day in Gravity Falls, you could find a pair of bored twins lazily lying on each other on their Grunkle Stan's favorite chair as they watched a horrible horror movie. The monsters sucked, the acting was terrible, and the Mabel and Dipper both firmly believed that Mabel could make way better looking props with five dollars than what the poor actors were using. Mabel groaned in annoyance as the actor recited his lines in a choppy manner.

They had spent that entire day doing nothing but watching cheesy movies and helping restock shelves. That has been everyday recently, or so it seems.

"Let's do something today!" She said loudly, throwing her hands up into the air. Dipper, her twin brother, looked at her through the corner of his eye, before returning to the TV screen, sighing.

"It's eight o'clock at night Mabel," He responded, almost annoyed.

"Exactly! Now's the perfect time to look for mythical creatures…like unicorns!" She cheered to herself.

"The book never said anything about unicorns, Mabel,"

"Don't be a party-pooper, Dip. Maybe whoever wrote the book never went out after dark and saw a unicorn."

"Mabel, even while not in Gravity Falls, the forest is dangerous at night. Being in Gravity Falls makes it, like, 100 times more dangerous." Dipper reasoned. Mabel reached over and poked Dipper's cheeks, emitting a soft "boop" and she touched his skin.

"Please," She begged. "You always protect me, and we have each other's back! Please? Can we just take a quick peak?"

Dipper let out an irritated sigh, and looked up to see Mabel giving him the biggest puppy eyes he'd seen all summer. Groaning, he face palmed.

"I'm so going to regret this later. Fine, we can go look, but only for a few minutes. Then, we get back inside and get ready for bed, okay?"

Mabel nodded vigorously, mentally high-fiving herself as she jumped up and ran to the front door, impatiently waiting for her slower brother. She grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside once he got close enough, despite his stuttered protests.

The first few steps into the forest were not bad. The Mystery Shack was still in sight, and the porch light was still visible. The twins slowly descended into the forest, eyes and ears open to the mysterious and unknown. Unfortunately, the only thing mysterious to Dipper was how Mabel wasn't creeped out at all.

Everything they saw was normal. Or at least, typical for Gravity Falls

A few minutes into the forest, and the twins heard a howl that sounded a little too close for comfort. They stopped and stood still, listening to the howl. Nervously, Dipper pulled out his book, and rifled through the pages before stopping on a large, wolf-like creature standing on two legs.

"Werewolves."

Panicked, Dipper reached out for his sister's hand, and the same time that she reached for his. Another howl rang, sending the twins in a hurried frenzy back to the safety of the house. Labored breaths felt like only a few inches, and it hit Dipper like a truck. They were being chased by a werewolf.

"Run faster, Mabel," Dipper urged, lightly tugging the girl's hands in an effort to make her move faster. The Shack was now visible through the tree line, and Dipper ran faster, before he was suddenly yanked back and thrown on his back. A scream pierced the air and his twin's hand was no longer wrapped around his own. Flipping around onto his stomach, he looked around for Mabel, but could only see a large, hairy beast hunched over a girl's body.

Tears pricked Dipper's eyes as he stood up, grabbing the nearest stick and whacking the werewolf with it. The beast stopped its attack on the girl and turned its grizzly head towards the offender.

"Leave my sister alone!" Dipper shouted, swiping the large stick across the creature's giant muzzle. It growled, and then leaped at the boy, who in turn dropped the stick and covered his face with his arms, prepared to meet the end.

A loud shot rang clear throughout the forest. Dipper did not move for a few seconds, awaiting the sharp teeth and claws of the beast to tear through him. When nothing happened, he looked up. The werewolf lie dead on the forest floor, a bullet lodged its head. His great uncle Stan stood on the porch, gun still raised in a shooting position, gun aimed at the beast still.

Suddenly, Dipper remembered his sister, and ran to where she lay. As he stared down at her, he felt his entire world, heart, and mind shatter.

Her chest had been ripped open, and her organs were spilling on the ground. Blood pooled around her, and as she coughed, blood spurted out of her mouth. Dipper let out a strangled scream, and scooped up Mabel's head. She was only barely alive, but she would not be for long. Using the last of his strength, he scooped her up and ran to Grunkle Stan. The older man lowered his gun, and stared, awed at the sight of his dying niece, before the realization hit him.

"We have to take her to the hospital, now!"

But as he said those words, Mabel, with her last breath muttered "You were right," and she dropped her head onto Dipper's shoulder.

"No. No no no no no, Mabel, you can't go. Mabel, Mabel, please stay. I need you! Mabel!" The boy's voice cracked, and he buried his face into her hair. He gently sat down, and held Mabel in his arms, repeatedly chanting "No, no, this can't be happening. This isn't real. This is just a dream"

He didn't want to be right this time.

His world, his best friend, his sister, his twin, his other half, had been ripped from his arms far too young in life. He wanted to grow up with her, to experience life's joys and tragedies together, but now, the greatest tragedy had happened, and she wasn't there to comfort him, like she always does. He would never see her big, goofy smile again. He would never get one of her hand made sweaters for Christmas again. They would never wear twin outfits on Halloween, or Summerween. Family gatherings would be lonesome. They would never get to explore together.

The words Mabel had said earlier that day still rang in his head.

"You always protect me!"

"We have each other's back!"

He failed.

And in the span of 5 minutes, Dipper realized.

Life was meaningless now.