I woke up not knowing where I was. I tried looking around, but it was too dark to see anything. I carefully stood up from where I was once sleeping and tried to look for a light. Eventually, I stumbled across what seemed to be a flashlight. I turned it on. Now I saw that I was in some sort of hospital setting. There were several beds, a mirror on a back wall, a nightstand with a flower pot, a huge window and one door that will lead me out of here.

I walked over to the mirror and stared at my reflection. I was still my short, scrawny self, complete with my blue and white pine tree baseball hat and my red-orange t-shirt. At first, everything seemed to be fine. I started to check if I lost any memories at all. "Name: Dipper Pines. Age: 12, five minutes younger than-". I stopped mid-sentence. I stared to panic. Where's Mabel?! I ran to the door, but it was locked. "Great." I said to no one in particular.

That's when I heard it. A soft crying sound. I froze. Clutching my flashlight, I looked around the room for the source of the noise. Be brave, Dipper. It's probably just a creaky pipe or perhaps there's a ghost who's about to tear my throat out…. I thought to myself. The light eventually reached the mirror I was previously at. The crying got louder. Slowly, I made my way to the mirror. As I once again stared at the mirror, another face rippled on the glass as if I was looking into a pond. There stood the face of a girl, except she looked… blue. Her head was looking down as if she was dead.

"H-hello?" I asked the girl in the mirror. She looked up. It was then that I saw: She. Had. No. Eyes. As I shook in my sneakers, water started pouring from her eye sockets and mouth. That's when I ran. I ran to the window and smashed it with the flower pot. I jumped through the hole I made and dashed down the hallways of the hospital. I kept running, yelling Mabel's name now and again. Finally, I stopped to catch my breath. I didn't know where I was or what I was going to do, but all I knew was that I had to find Mabel and that we needed to get out of here.

I looked down the hallway and decided this was the way I was going to go. Every footstep I took echoed throughout the dark and shadowy corridors. My heart was beating a hundred miles an hour and my hands shook, but I kept going. I needed to find my sister. A yell got my attention. Someone was here with me! Quickly, I flew to see the source of the scream. "Mabel, I'm coming!" My feet skidded as I turned the corner. I froze.

There, on the floor, was my sister Mabel. And above her… were arms. A huge mass with six arms held together by two, skinny legs. Hissing, it grabbed Mabel. "Hey, you!" I shone my flashlight at the creature. It had no effect. Panicking, I threw my shoe at the monstrosity. That seemed to do the trick because it instantly let go of Mabel. I grabbed my twin's hand and ran past the monster, picking up my shoe along the way. "Where are we going?!" She asked. "I don't know!"

After running down the dark hallways, we sat down as I put my shoe back on. "Dipper, why are we here?" I looked at Mabel. "I-I don't know…" I wanted to give her an answer, but I didn't have one. "Whatever's going on, we'll get to the bottom of it together." I smiled at Mabel, who returned the response. We stood, or more likely, Mabel stood and I whacked my head on a bulletin board. "Ow!" As I was rubbing my head, I looked at my injurer.

The entire board was plastered with pink fliers with bold, black text.

"Want to spend the night at the hospital? Come to Room 513 for some fun!

Games, friends, food and more! It's also free!

(Fliers made by Steven Universe)"

"Do you think this is where we should go?" I asked. Mabel shrugged. "I don't think we have a choice." She remarked. I nodded. "Alright, it's off to Room 513 we go." I shone my flashlight upon the walls, stopping at a sign. It said "Room 107". "Looks like we need to go up a floor or two." I remarked. That was when my flashlight turned off. "Dipper…?" I tried turning it on and off, but nothing happened. "Uh oh." I could feel my face go whiter than usual as the realization sunk in. "W-we have no light."

I started breathing heavier as I took Mabel's hand. "I-it's ok. We can do this…" I lied to both myself and my twin. Placing my hand on the wall, I tried to feel my way to an elevator or to a set of stairs. As we were carefully stepping through the halls, I felt something hard go beneath my feet. "Hang on Mabel, I stepped on something." I reached down and picked up what was under my foot. It felt jagged and pointy, like a piece of glass. I put it in my pocket and kept walking.

Eventually, the hallway stopped and so did we. "Do you think we should call for help?" Mabel asked me. "I'm not sure. I don't want to attract those… things again." "But we don't have a lot of options left and we don't know where to go." I thought about the words she said. I sighed. "I'll try." I took a deep breath and yelled out "Is anybody there?!" My words echoed throughout the halls, sending shivers down by spine. We waited for a few seconds and listened.

That's when we heard it. A faint voice. A human voice calling "Who are you?" We both brightened up. "My name is Dipper!" "And I'm Mabel!" The voiced replied to our call. "Hang on! I'm coming down!" We cried for joy! We're going to be alright! A light shown suddenly caught our attention. Caring that lantern was an older boy, perhaps in his early teens. He has brown hair and wore a brown sweater. "You said your names were Mabel and Dipper?" He asked us. "Yes." I replied. "My name is Wirt. You're safe now."

A low hissing noise rang through the halls. "Oh no." He grabbed both of our hands and hung the lantern on his arm. "Run!" He ran towards the stairs as another freak of nature came down the left hallway. Flight after flight we climbed. As we climbed, I started to take in just how bad our situation was. Bloody arrows were smeared on the walls. Arms and legs were strewn about as if they are sprinkles on a cake. Lights were flickering and doors were smashed open.

We finally made it to Level Five, but not before Mabel and I collapsed onto the floor. Wirt helped both of us to our feet. "We're almost there." He said. The older boy hung his lantern out in front of him and we walked in silence. Finally, we got to the fabled Room 513. Wirt took out a key and unlocked the door. He swung it open to reveal a large room, filled with boxes, sleeping bags, lanterns and flashlights and most importantly enough, people. "Welcome to Room 513."