Mabel gasped as the little yellow creatures began to flutter around her with some even resting on her hands, shoulders or head. "Dipper, look!" She beamed. She looked to her brother to see him pondering. Her sudden happy face slowly dropped to a neutral one. "Dipper?" She asked as more of the things flooded in through the open window-because it was bleedin hot in the attic bedroom-as a group or big happy family; one after the other.
"Yeah?" He asked, looking to her. He seemed normal and unbothered that his sister was being gently swarmed.
"You okay?" She asked. He nodded before pondering once more. The new moth shaped night light behind them not only illuminated the attic bedroom, but brought in unwanted creatures such as the jaune moths that circulated Mabel. Dipper was wondering what else it'd bring and if it'd be harmless or not.
"Okay." She said before resuming her play with the bugs. She seemed to ignore a Waddles by the foot of her bed that looked like he was asleep, but had a jealous eye open that never looked away from it's owner and her new pets.
"Where'd you find this thing?" Dipper then asked to her and pointing down at the nightlight.
"Oh...Gideon gave it to me." She answered quickly, disgusted. "I was against it, but it's handy to have around."
"I wonder why he'd give it to you." Dipper said, pondering once more whilst Mabel resumed playing. That was when Waddles squealed in fear and dashed out the room in an instant only to ram head first into the door.
"Eugh, someone wants to go out." Mabel said as Waddles began scratching his hooves against the wood in a desperate attempt to escape the folds of the room. Mabel slowly rose to her feet, much to the moths discomfort, and bounded over to the door and freed her pig that ran downstairs as fast as his stump legs would allow. The two ended up hearing him tumble down the next flight and their Grunkle screaming as he ran past. She sighed and turned back around only to freeze. "Di...Dipper." She muttered, looking up at the thing sticking out the window.
"What?" He asked, but his question was answered when he felt a blob of wet and sticky saliva splash down onto his head. He looked up and bore the same expression as his sister.
"I think I know why he gave it to us." She meeped, staring at those large red eyes in fright. Mothman screeched in rage, spewing saliva around the room, before rushing her. The sound it's tucked in wings made as it soared through the air sounded like paper crinkling, but the sound was irrelevant when it reached her in a nanosecond with opening claws sinking into her flesh and teeth ripping her neck out.