"Hello?" Mabel wrapped her sweater tighter around her. For a night in the summer, it sure was cold in the forest.
Dipper's book had said that the Music Sprites would be deep in the forest. Of course, pretty much everything from the book was deep in the forest, but Mabel had been searching for a few hours.
It was getting early- around four in the morning. If she wasn't home by the time Dipper and Grunkle Stan woke up, they'd know that something was up.
"Music sprites?" She called.
Suddenly, three figures dropped down from a patch of white clouds. They resembled humans, girls with blank white skin, carved white features, dark eyes, white hair piled on their heads. They almost looked like Ancient Greek statues, but with arms, long tails, and no creepy blank eyes.
"Well?" One of them asked. Mabel blinked. She didn't realize that she had been staring.
"Um, hi!" She attempted a grin. "I'm Mabel. I think I need your help."
"Why, of course!" A second one stepped forward, smiling. It wasn't a smile Mabel could decipher; actually, it was hard to tell any emotion when you're dealing with somebody carved out of marble. "What might your problem be?"
"Everybody has been complaining about me singing, and-"
"Say no more." A third sprite held her hand out. "We can fix that."
"That's grea-" Mabel caught herself. "Wait. Is there a fee? Am I making a deal with the devil?"
"No fee." The first one assured her. "No catch. Absolutely no strings attached."
"Okay, good." She grinned.
…
"Kid, I need your help entertaining some tourists." Stan walked into the living room while Dipper scrambled to hide his journal.
"Why do I have to do it?" He protested. "I always mess up."
"I don't pay you for attitude."
"You don't pay me at all."
"Exactly."
…
"This is my pig, Waddles!" Mabel said excitedly to a group of bored customers. "He can do tricks! Waddles, show them!"
Waddles rolled over and oinked loudly. Even Dipper had to admit- his sister was terrible at this.
"It's worse than I thought!" Stan yelled. "I'll take over. You kids run the register."
With some grumbling, Dipper and Mabel began to walk inside, watching their great uncle lead the tourists away.
Before they got into the shack, a mass of grey clouds appeared above the treetops. Wind swept up nearby leaves.
"What is that?" Mabel screamed, her hair flying into her mouth.
"Away from the bottomless pit!" Dipper replied.
One stormy figure, seeming to be made out of grey and black smoke, flew down. Her eyes were made of fire, it seemed, and steam made up huge robes and lightning hair.
"Dipper Pines!" It yelled angrily.
That voice, Mabel thought. It's familiar…
"You must do as I say!" The storm continued. "I've been told that you don't appreciate music." It cackled.
"Wait, what?" He asked, momentarily taken aback.
"From now on, every word that comes out of your mouth, and anybody else's, must be in song!" Without giving any explanation, the figure disappeared, the clouds parted, and the wind stopped.
"Oh, no." Mabel sang quietly, realizing that the stormy figure was the lead music sprite. "What did I do?"
Breakdown: italics mean singing.
Okay: I'm going to be posting this story every Friday from now on. See ya!