Mabel.
Fire. Blue fire. I was engulfed in blue flames, but they didn't burn me. It was a stinging feeling, like a sunburn, but it didn't hurt. The flames get larger and larger, and everything goes white.
I open my eyes and sit up. I swipe the back of my hand across my forehead, and beads of sweat catch on my skin. I try to shake a feeling of unease as I step onto the cold floor and out into the hallway. I walk across the hall to Dipper's room, and I hear him shuffling inside.
When I open the door, I see him at a desk, and he's filing through pages of a book. Papers are scattered in front of him, and when he hears me enter, he turns around.
"Morning Mabel." He greets me.
"What're you doing?" I ask.
"Well," he sits back in his chair, "I'm figuring out how to get the journal, and also reading up a bit on the history of Gravity Falls."
"Find anything interesting?" I ask.
"Not yet, I still have a lot of reading to do. But, I think I have an idea about how to get that journal." He pulls a map out from under all of his books and paper. "This is a map of the town, and I think if we can find an address book of Stan's,"
"We can steal it." I finish his sentence. "I like this idea, bro." I smile. It was always exciting when Dipper actually took interest in something, it didn't happen often.
He sent me to look for some kind of address book. I go into Stan's office, and start looking around in some of the filing cabinets. No luck. I huff, thinking where an old man would keep an address book.
"Mabel?" I turn around, and Stan is staring at me. "What are you doing in here?" He asks.
"Looking for you, actually." I answer. "I need an address book."
He nods, and looks in his desk drawer. He didn't even ask what I needed it for. He was a weird old man, I'd have to find out his deal later. I take the address book back to Dipper's room. I throw the address book in front of him, and he finds Gideon's house on the map, thankfully. We plan to leave after Stan goes to bed.
At 11:30, Dipper knocks on my door, the signal that Stan has gone into his room.
I dress in a navy blue shirt and matching pants. Dipper does the same, and we sneak down the stairs to the back door, making sure to unlock it as we went out. Once we got halfway down the long driveway, Dipper clicks on the flashlight. He pulls the map out of his back pocket, and has me hold the flashlight as he looks at the map.
"Gideon's house is on the opposite side of town, so we could either walk through town, or there's a shortcut through the woods."
"Shortcut." I decide. He nods, and the rest of the trip is spent in silence, as we try to make the least amount of noise possible. When we get to the edge of the woods, Dipper points out Gideon's house. We creep up the the back window, and I cross my fingers on one hand, as the other pushes on the glass. It creaks open, and I smile at my luck. I push myself through the window, and pull Dipper up after me.
"Where's his room?" I look at Dipper.
"Upstairs, I'm guessing. You look up there, I'll look down here." He says. I walk up the stairs, and poke my head through the doors. I find Gideon's room, and he's sleeping soundly in his bed. I step into his room, and start looking for the journal. I hear the steps creaking again, and Dipper looks in the doorway. I wave him in, and we both start looking for the journal.
It was nowhere to be found.
The next room was an office, a messy one at that. There were papers thrown everywhere, and little knick knacks strewn across the desk. I search through the stacks of paper, but nothing. I walk towards the other side of the desk, and trip on the chair, running into the desk. Something heavy drops to the floor, and it the sound of broken glass seems to echo through the room. I hear movement and grunting from another room, and start looking faster.
"Who's there?" A booming voice calls out down the hallway. Dipper curses, grabs my arm, and runs with me down the stairs. He lets me crawl first out the open window we entered into before, and I start running towards the trees. I hear the sound of his footsteps running behind me. I look back, and another man was following us.
"Damn-" I mutter to myself. Dipper eventually catches up to me, and we run side by side until we reach the tree line. "Is he still following us?" I whisper as quietly as I can. We were hiding behind a bush, and the light of the man's flashlight had disappeared.
"I don't think so." Dipper whispers back. He stands up, and wipes dust off of his arms.
"I can't believe you gave up that fast. We were so close to getting that journal." I sigh as we start walking back to the house.
"We can't risk getting caught, Mabel. If Stan finds out we're doing any of this stuff, he'll send us back to our parents." He rolls his eyes. "I'll come up with another plan."
"You'd better." I glare at him. I was now just as interested as him in this book.