Mabel stumbled through the woods, aiming for the Mystery Shack with every numb step. Maybe her Grunkle could help somehow. Not that she was going to raise Dipper from the dead. That just seemed like poor taste. She had thought about it, though. She thought about a lot of things while she was walking.
The brunette tripped up the wooden stairs and slammed the screen door open. The shack was empty. There was no one at the register, no one in the gift shop, and no one in the house at all. Maybe Grunkle Stan was dead, too. She couldn't process it. The teen looked at her hands. Small scrapes reminded her of her flight through the woods.
Pacifica's guilty face swam through her vision. Mabel closed her eyes and let the feeling of betrayal overwhelm her. Someone had to pay for Dipper's death. She wasn't content with saying, "oh, well, the demon is dead too, so it's fine now!" She knew that Pacifica was the reason her brother was dead. Despite Aric's argument, she couldn't forgive the witch so easily.
Shaking, Mabel tried to come up with a plan. Everything she thought of needed two people. She slammed her fists on the table, then gave up and went to her room to sleep. She had eaten a sandwich and wasn't hungry, but her brain just wasn't working.
After getting sidetracked in her brother's room for an hour of crying, she wound up falling asleep in a pile of his clothes. The teen woke up with a headache and a really bad idea. She solved her headache by drinking some water, then tried to fix the bad idea by scribbling some of it down into a stray notebook.
She didn't know much about magic. She needed to learn more about it somehow. She could root through Dipper's things in search of notes and scraps, but his journal was lost. The brunette scribbled a little more, hoping that she could rule out the only end that was possible. She spent all day trying to work around it.
Her only other options were too far away.
She even knew what cell he was in, even though he stopped writing to her years ago.
She sighed, throwing her pen across the room in exasperation. She had sworn she would never team up with Gideon. Aside from the fact that he was in jail, he had been pretty insufferable in her younger years. Now he seemed to be the only plausible teammate. Mabel retrieved her pen, then tried to start writing a letter.
Dear Gideon, you creepy gnashmonster- She scribbled that out and started over.
Dear Gideon,
I know we've had our differences in the past, but my brother is dead would you help me exact revenge on the culprit?
No, she was fairly certain that the guards read the inmate's mail before they got to it. She would have to be sneaky. Mabel kept at it until giving up and deciding on just sending him a normal letter of greeting.
Dear Gideon,
I know I haven't sent you any messages. I know I told you to stop sending me mail in general, but I'm having a really tough time right now and you're the only person who might understand. Would it be weird to come visit?
Sincerely,
Mabel Pines
Hopefully that would work out well.