Author, here! Here's chapter 2 early, because I will be without my own computer for a week. It's broken. :( Anyway, suggestions for the story are welcome, and so are reviews! ;) Now, go find out what's on Mabel's laptop! :D (Note: even if you aren't familiar with what it turns out to be, please keep reading! I'll explain it, and I think it will still be funny :))
Dipper let his gaze fall upon the accursed laptop. Upon surveying the contents of the screen he saw that it was…a Nancy Drew game?
Dipper erupted in laughter.
"Ew! Bro-bro, you spit sparkly toothpaste gunk on my keyboard!" Mabel exclaimed.
She did like the sparkles though.
"This is what you screamed about?" asked Dipper, clearly, now that his mouth was empty. "Oh, Mabel, for a moment I thought this was something serious."
"It is serious!" she replied, her eyes widening. "So. Serious."
"It's a point and click action-adventure-mystery game," chuckled Dipper. He had meant to make it sound lame, but, he thought with chagrin, had made it sound pretty doggone cool.
"You'll be scared when the ghost pops out at you," Mabel said confidently, crossing her arms. The gesture made the cat face on her sweater crumple so, it too, looked defiant.
"Me?" blurted Dipper. "I don't play girl games! What makes you think I do? I don't. I would never –" he stammered.
"It's going to jump out at you because you are going to click the mouse for me," Mabel said, shoving Dipper toward the computer.
"Wait– you mean you screamed but nothing popped out at you yet?" Dipper was incredulous.
"I know it will when I go into the next room! I can feel it! Just listen to the creepy music in the background! Woooooooooo!" Mabel moaned.
How could someone so happy even be scared of this game? Dipper wondered. Ah, it came to him, she doesn't have caterpillars on her face. Everyone knows it is impossible to be scared with caterpillars on your face. Unless you have caterpillarphobia. Then you might be scared. And that would be really bad.
He continued to reason.
One: the music was always creepy. Two: if she knew it was going to pop out, why be afraid? Three: hadn't they seen enough real ghosts for this to seem…farcical? Was Mabel trying to make him play a girl's game so she could tease him about it? Snap a picture of him and send it to Candy, Grenda, and…Wendy?
Dipper fortified himself with resolve. He didn't see any hidden cameras around the room. And he was nothing if not a soft-hearted brother.
He clicked the mouse.
To be continued...