Monolouge
It all started with the hat.
I never thought my hat could have possibly gotten me into this much trouble, but now I'm scrambling through a place that is basically anywhere and everywhere at any moment in time. But let's start from the beginning. At least, I think this is the beginning. It's hard to tell from where I am right now...
"Grappling Hook!" Mabel squealed. She fired the hook for the 5th time that day, almost sending our table lamp flying out the window.
"No!" I managed to grab it, but the window was too late to be saved. A piece of the shattered glass cut my arm as I pulled it back in.
Mabel was jumping on her bed, hopped up on raw sugar packets as usual. When she saw the cut on my arm, which I had not noticed, she stopped.
"You okay?" She asked me.
"Huh?" I examined my arm. "Oh. Yeah, I'll be fine."
All of a sudden, a strong gust of wind blew from behind me. I fell forwards, watching as the gust blew my hat out of the window. Mabel helped me up.
"Dipper, are you sure you're alright?" She said, looking into my eyes with her slightly creepy twin-stare.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Somehow, I wasn't sure. Perhaps it was just the paranoia talking, but I had been facing the broken window when the gust of wind hit me, so where had it come from? Then, I remembered. My hat was in peril. I had to find it.
"I'm gonna go get my hat, don't break anything while I'm gone!" I said while sliding on my vest, tucking the journal into its special pocket and walking out the front door of the shack.
Upon getting outside, I began to search for my missing hat. Frankly, I had no idea why I cared so much about it. I just felt so incomplete without a hat on my head. The hat was nowhere around the Mystery Shack. All of a sudden, a shadow appeared above my head. I managed to dive out of the way as a large, red S hit the dirt where I had been standing. Not again! That was the 2nd time this week that the letter had fallen off of the building. I sighed with disgust. No way was I going to allow Grunkle Stan to make me nail it back on.
Continuing my search, I noticed that I had wandered into the forest. After looking around in the dark for about 10 minutes, I finally saw the hat at the top of the tree, its blue pine tree painted vividly in the light of the afternoon. I began to climb the tree. Unfortunately, my lack of athletic prowess was not serving me well. I slipped about 10 times, but pulled myself back up and continued my trek to the top. Finally, I reached the top and seized my hat. Sadly, I made the mistake of using both hands to place it on my head. I fell down the tree screaming. Somehow, I managed to get ahold of the trunk, but my foot slipped on a branch. It tilted downwards at an odd angle. By the time I realized what had happened, it was too late.
I watched in horror at what I had done by tripping on the branch-lever. The ground opened up beneath me, revealing a large, dark pit. Was it a bottomless pit? A black hole? I didn't want to know, but it seemed I had no choice as the tree went plunging inside with me on top of it.
I occasionally return to that day and listen to my screams. I didn't know how much worse it was going to get.
