"Wow!" Mabel exclaimed as they passed the Welcome to Gravity Falls sign. "So this is it!"
She admired the scenery. The sun peeking through the leaves of the high trees as they drove down a gravel road. The rays of the sun were like spotlights shining on random patches of the woods. In the distance, a water tower poked out of the woods, with one side saying Welcome to Gravity Falls and on the other side was a graffiti spraypainting of big muffin. A gentle breeze blew through, and Mabel leaned her head out the window and let her hair wave gently with the wind. Aside from the muffled rumbling of the food truck's engine, the world was silent and serene.
That was until a dagger flew out from behind a tree and lodged itself into the side of the truck, just missing the window to Mabel's head. She screeched with fear as Lazy Susan swerved.
The moral of this story? Buckle up, kids. Because if Mabel had just had her seatbelt on, she most likely wouldn't end up like this.
As Lazy Susan swerved, Mabel's body was yanked from the car (thanks a lot, inertia). She screamed, flailing her arms as she fell to the gravel path and skid to a stop, scratches lining the right side of her body. She groaned and rose to her hands and knees, blood dripping from her right ear down her cheek. The side of her face, shoulder, elbow, knee, and calf were all scratched up, bruised, and bleeding. She tugged at her skirt and rose shakily to her feet, grabbing the grappling hook from her belt and looking around worriedly.
The food truck stopped, brakes screeching. Dust rose up from the gravel as the truck spun back around to face Mabel. "KID!"
Mabel gasped as two pale figures stumbled out of the forest, walking straight through the trees. The white of their eyes took up their whole eye, with no pupils or color. Using her (fairly extensive) background knowledge about apocalypse monsters, Mabel concluded that these two were indeed ghosts.
They moaned, raising their arms. At the motion, thousands of more knives, swords, and other such pointy, scary things rose from the ground and trembled in midair, pointed straight at Mabel.
"AAAAAAH!" Mabel yelped, throwing her hands in front of her face and closing her eyes. She felt something, a small hand, grab her wrist and begin pulling her, knocking the grappling hook from her grip. She quickly snapped her eyes back open and watched as the boy who grabbed her turned around and began to run.
With his tight grip on her wrist, she was pulled behind the boy as he ran into the woods, away from the food truck. She stared, wide-eyed, at his back. He wore a baby blue suit, and his shiny white hair reached to the sky, undoubtedly to make the short-statured boy look taller.
"L-Lazy Susan!" Mabel gasped out as she was dragged into the woods.
"She'll be fine, they're following us!" the boy yelled back with a twangy accent.
Mabel's head spun to look over her shoulder and sure enough the ghosts were following them, a sea of weapons flying behind them. Mabel squeaked with fear.
"Just a little farther!" the boy said, running even faster. Mabel tripped and stumbled to catch up with him.
"Where are we going?" she yelled up to him.
"You'll see!" was his only response.
She watched with confusion as they passed a circle of tree trunks, each with a lit candle resting on their tops. At their feet was a strange chalk drawing of a circle with some weird designs. The boy dragged her right by it, tugging her behind him and spinning around to face the ghost, releasing her and whipping out a book.
"Spookus scareus, exodus demonus, ain'tafraidus noghostus!"
Mabel watched with awe as the boy shouted some strange incantation just as the ghosts ran into the circle. They screeched, raising their hands to claw at the air as they disappeared. The weapons rained to the ground with a CLANK, CRASH, and BOOM! The candles all went out at once. Once again, the woods went silent, and all Mabel could hear were her desperate breaths and her heart pounding in her eardrums.
The boy sighed and tucked the book back into his suit and turned to Mabel. "Just in the nick of time," he said with an adorable, cheeky grin.
"Who are you?" Mabel had to keep herself from squealing at the sheer adorableness of the boy.
"My name's Gideon," he said, holding out his hand. "Gideon Gleeful. And what might your name be, you beautiful girl?"
Mabel's cheeks turned pink and she sheepishly reached out and shook his hand. "Aw, shucks. I'm Mabel Pines."
Dipper stepped out of the front door of Rusty's Motel, soon followed by Old Man Mcgucket.
"Mystery Shack?" the old man asked in a high voice.
"No way, Mcgucket," Dipper turned to his companion and shook his head, holding the journal to his chest. "That place didn't work at all. We got to go back to the original place we found the journal." Dipper felt his belt, checking to make sure his gun was still there. "Be on the look out for anything crazy, okay?"
Mcgucket just yodeled and slapped his knee.
Dipper, taking that as an 'okay!', looked around once more before rushing back off into the woods.
"Let's see..." he mumbled, dodging tree branch after tree branch. "It was around here...then we took a right at the weird tree that looked like a butt..." he yelped with surprise when his foot didn't hit ground, but fell into a small steel compartment in the ground. "Here it is!" He chuckled, pulling his foot out and falling to his knees to examine it.
"A road, a road!" Mcgucket chanted, pointing at a truck just a little distance away from their spot.
"Not now, Mcgucket!" Dipper waved his hand in dismissal.
"Truck! Truck!"
Dipper, curious to see what had Mcgucket so worked up, rose to his feet and looked where the old man was pointing. "It's just a truck," he rolled his eyes.
"Ghosty! Ghosty!"
Dipper snapped to attention, looking around and whipping out the book. Then, he relaxed, turning to glare at his partner. "Old Man Mcgucket, there are no ghosts here!"
"Ghosty!"
Dipper groaned, knowing that Mcgucket won't let up until the 'ghosts' were gone. "Here, let me prove it to you," he took the man's wrist and dragged him to the gravel road, to the truck that was labeled Lazy Susan's Food Truck. On the ground in front of it was a grappling hook. Dipper bent down to pick it up. "Who would leave a grappling hook lying around?" he looked up at the truck and saw an old lady climb out.
"You! Did you see a little girl and a weird looking boy over there?!" she called out, pointing to the woods.
"Ah...no, sorry," Dipper shook his head, studying the woman. She showed no signs of being an apocalypse monster. However, with Dipper's background knowledge and the new information from the journal, he knew that some monsters could pass as humans.
"Lazy Susan!" a girl came running out of the woods with a small boy. Dipper concluded that these were the two she was looking for.
"Hey, that's mine!" the girl pointed at the grappling hook in Dipper's hands.
"I got rid of those ghosts for you, miss," the boy said with a smile.
So there were ghosts! Dipper sent an apologetic look over his shoulder to Old Man Mcgucket, but he was too busy having a deep conversation with an ant crawling across the ground to notice.
"GIDEON!" a voice called out. A girl in a black tank top, leggings and a ski mask with her hair tucked in came shooting through the sky. No, really! It looked like she was flying. She pulled into a flip and landed in front of Dipper. She looked over her shoulder at him, and her eyes widened when she saw the journal in his hands.
The boy, Gideon, followed her gaze and gasped. "That book!"
Dipper hugged it to his chest, taking a step back. The girl spun around to face Gideon again.
"You're not getting that book, Gideon!" she hissed, pulling out her gun and pointing it at Gideon.
Gideon giggled with glee, raising his hands in surrender.. "Red Axe. How nice to see you again. What might you be doing in these fine woods?"
"Daily patrol," she growled, constantly shooting looked to Dipper. Or, more importantly, Dipper's book. "Listen to me, kid, you don't want to give it to him!"
"Why not?" the girl with the long brown hair cut in as a pig ran up to her and circled around her feet happily. "Gideon saved my life!"
"Meet Mabel," Gideon patted the girl's back with a smirk. "I caught a few ghosts going after her."
"Meet Dipper," Red Axe replied sassily, motioning to Dipper. "I caught an ugly little boy trying to steal his book."
"How did you know my name?" Dipper asked, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. Red Axe slapped her hand over her mouth...or, where her mouth would be under her ski mask, and gasped, realizing she had made a mistake. "What are you?" Dipper continued. "A mind reader?"
"Yes?" Red Axe tried uncertainly.
"Mabel, you don't want to get caught up in their business," Gideon led the girl back to her truck, glaring at Red Axe and Dipper.
"You don't want to get involved with a kid like Gideon," Red Axe crouched down to whisper to Dipper, tucking her gun back into it's pouch. "He's bad news. I'll explain all of this in a second, I promise." Her dark eyes rested on the book pressed to Dipper's chest. "If you let me have that book."
"No!" Dipper hugged the book even tighter. His scared, confused twelve year old face was enough to make the toughest of hearts melt as he stared up at the masked girl with wide eyes. "I-I don't know who you people are, or why you want this book, but you can't have it!"
"You can trust me," Red Axe comforted. "It's Gideon who's the bad guy."
"How do I know that?!" Dipper asked.
The food truck, with a great rumbling of it's engine, began to drive away.
"Who were those back there?" Mabel asked Gideon, the two of them sitting in the backseat. Waddles watched them from the passenger seat.
"I'm not sure who that boy was, but he has the book I need," Gideon looked down at the journal in his lap. "And the girl was Agent Red Axe."
"Agent? Like, a secret agent?!" Mabel gasped, excitement staining her voice.
"Not the good kind, Mabel," Gideon said seriously, staring down at the book. "She's bad news. She's affiliated with that boy, I just know it! But how could he have found that book?" he began to mumble under his breath.
"That boy stole my grappling hook!" Mabel growled, looking over her shoulder. Gideon noticed the hatred in her voice and looked up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"I can get your grappling hook, and help you with anything else you desire."
"Really?"
Gideon smiled. "Anything for a beautiful girl like you. But, I'll need your help in return."
"What kind of help will we be?" Mabel questioned. "We're just a couple of runaways-"
"-that have managed to survive the apocalypse until now," Gideon pointed out. "Not many people can say that. I see real potential in you, Mabel. In fact, I think you'd be quite the help to my little...business."
"Business?"
"The Tent of Telepathy," Gideon explained. "It's a tent where people come and I put on a psychic show for them," he pressed his fingers to his temples with a grin. "But there's much more about it, that only a select few people know about." He held out his hand. "What do you say, Mabel? I'll explain it all. Do you trust me?"
Mabel looked down at his hand, then up at the front seat. Lazy Susan met her eyes through the mirror. Mabel took a deep breath before turning back to Gideon and shaking his hand with business-like seriousness.
"I trust you."
Grunkle Stan...I trust you.
GAH THAT EPISODE THOUGH!
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