A/N: Just something to mention, chapters for this are probably going to be a bit short, because I've been a bit busy lately. But that won't stop me from updating! *puts on suit meant to fight bears in the wild* COME AT ME, SCHOOL!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls.
Sniffling, Mabel wiped away her tears, regaining her posture. She picked up her bag, and started to walk away, leaving the candles and flower underneath the tree. The sun was almost below the horizon, causing her to rush down the path. She reached the bottom of the cliff, and saw it was now completely dark. Panic spread through her as she heard a familiar cackle. In pure fear, she hit the ground running into the forest, towards where she thought the shack was. Just a minute or two, she needed more time!
The sound of a familiar voice taunting her was more than enough incentive. Sharp branches cut at her, and she tripped over seemingly endless rocky ground. Finally, she could see the silhouette of the shack just a little farther up ahead. In a final sprint, she made the fast few yards and slammed the door open, before running inside and locking it behind her. A few moments later, she heard a loud, prominent banging on the door.
"I know you're in there... Why don't you come out and make this easier?" His voice asked. Not even daring to let out a breath, she stayed silent, in the hopes he would go away if she didn't respond. Finally, she heard him sigh.
"Alright, then. I guess you want to prolong your death as long as possible. Well, good luck with that. Catch you on the flip side!" Peering out one of the windows, Mabel sighed in relief. He was gone. She slumped against the door, slowly sitting down. After closing her eyes for a few moments, she opened them, only to be surprised as a wooden bat hit her extremely hard on her head. Crying out, she fell to the ground, seeing nothing but a familiar pair of brown shoes before she passed out.
Groaning, Mabel gently lifted her head, trying to make sense of her surroundings. She felt a sudden pain coming from the right side of her head. She tried to move her hand to touch it, but found she was handcuffed to the staircase railing. Sighing, she gently tried to see if there was a way to get it off her wrist. After a few moments, her vision blurred, and the pain worsened. Cringing, she sat at the edge of the staircase for longer than she could bear it. Finally, someone was coming down the steps. Turning her head to look up at the person, her sight blurred again, barely making out a hunched over figure coming down the stairs.
The person looked back at her, and let out a long slow sigh. They stumbled forward, almost falling down the last three steps. They clung tight to the wall, before carefully walking down the last few steps. The person walked away, not saying a word to her. She waited for them to say something, but they disappeared from sight, leaving her alone. After a few more minutes, the person came back. Instead of ignoring her this time, they unhand-cuffed her hand. While doing this, she felt the person's fingers trembling. The handcuff came off her wrist, and she let out a relieved sigh.
"Wh-Who are y-you?" The person asked. The voice was familiar, and her vision was becoming a bit clearer. With the pain subsiding a bit, she could figure out who it was.
"Stan? Is that you?" She asked. The person seemed to tense up at this.
"H-how d-do you k-know my name?" He stuttered. Furrowing her brow, she looked at him with concern. Or at least where she thought he was.
"Stan, don't you remember me? I'm your great-niece! I came here you a few years back with..." She trailed off. Stan finished her sentence.
"D-Dipper." She nodded quietly, but immediately stopped, the pain coming back. Feeling light-headed again, she laid her head against the wall. The blurring shapes around her became a bit more focused.
"Y-you're M-Mabel, right?" He asked. She sighed and said quietly;
"Yes. But Stan, don't you remember me? Don't you know who I am?" She looked at his blurry form with tears in her eyes. She saw him shake his head.
"I r-remember what y-you did to Dip-per." He stuttered, causing her to look at him curiously. How could he only remember what she had done to Dipper, and nothing else? It didn't make any sense whatsoever. Then again, he was much older now, could his old age be affecting his memory? Could it be some sort of supernatural cause? Could it be him?
No, it was probably just natural causes. But that was even more worrying. If he couldn't remember her, then she couldn't stay in the shack, and then he could find her easily, and finish what he should have done fifteen years ago. She couldn't let that happen, she needed to gain back his trust, or she couldn't live much longer. Biting back a scream of frustration, she let out a short, angry breath. This was going to be tough.
"Stan, can I please stay here? I'll work around the shack, I'll work in the gift-shop for free, I just need a place to stay." She begged. Stan eyed her suspiciously, and sniffled.
"And why sh-should I? Y-you-"
"I know what I did was wrong, and if you just let me explain, I'll do anything to stay here, you name it! I just need to stay in the shack!" She pleaded desperately, her hands clasped together. Stan gave another huff.
"Fine. Let me h-hear what y-you have to e-excuse this." He stood up, but staggered slightly, and Mabel caught him before he could hit the ground. She could barely stand as well, but made an effort to try and bear through it. She guided him to the kitchen, and he shakily sat down. Taking a deep breath, she started.
"It all happened on our last night here..."
A/N: Sorry, for the short chapters, I feel like they should be shorter for this story. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Oh, don't worry, you won't get an explanation for a while! Muhahahahahaha! Review if you liked this chapter, and I'm looking forward to the next episode!
