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Chapter 3

Mabel's POV

I led on my bed reading to Waddles, trying not to think about the people's whose lives I messed up. Eventually Waddles fell asleep. He was adorable, of course, but I couldn't do anything until he woke up. Dipper was still out talking to the Gnomes. I shuttered just thinking about it. The last time we went and found one, he was taking a bath in squirrels. Talk about gross.

I pushed that thought out of my mind. I got up and grabbed my grappling hook. I went up to the roof and aimed it right at the totem poll that Grunkle Stan had out front. It wrapped around it once and pulled me over to it. I unwrapped it and climbed down.

I made my way to town to find something, anything, to do. I didn't have anywhere to go really, but as I passed the Diner I saw Tambry and Thomson sitting there. Tambry looked like she was crying. I didn't want to go in there but I found that my body was carrying me there anyway.

I looked around and spotted them in a booth.

"Hey guys." Sadness filled my usually cheery voice.

They looked at me.

"Hey, that's the girl that hooked me up with Robbie. Mabel, right?" Tambry asked. I nodded.

"I am sorry that I didn't stay with him. I royally messed up. But you didn't know. Don't blame yourself. Blame me. If you see Robbie, tell him that I said I am sorry." She begged me. All I could do is just nod again.

I walked out of the Diner and headed to the one place that I knew Robbie could be. At his house.

I walked slowly to contemplate if it was a good idea. I passed the abandoned, and dare I say haunted, convenience store. I got a stomachache just thinking about how much smile dip I ate.

Sighing, I pushed on. I now had a mission. I wasn't just going to apologizes for Tambry, but for me.

All too soon I was in front of his house. I took the steps carefully. I reached up slowly to knock. My whole body was shaking.

I hesitated right before I knocked.

After a minute, the door swung open to reveal Mr. and Mrs. Valentino. They both had a smile on their face.

"Oh it's sweet little Mabel!" Mrs. Valentino Said. They looked at each other practically dreamily.

"Has your brother or Great Uncle passed away, dear?" Mr. Valentino asked.

"No, I'm here to see Robbie." I stated calmly.

"Oh, that's too bad, it would have been good for business." They both laughed lightheartedly. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"He's out in the Graveyard, hopefully digging that grave we asked him to dig." Mr. Valentino rumpled my hair. I closed my eyes and counted to ten to calm myself. It was like they were trying to be annoying.

"Thank you, I know my way there." I turned away just wanting to get away from Robbie's creepy parents. I didn't know why I didn't notice it before.

I finally made it to the Graveyard, but I didn't see Robbie right away. I wandered around until I saw a dark figure off in the distance under a tree, hunched over. I got closer and noticed black hair and pale skin. Wait, pale skin?

I got closer. He turned when I stepped on a twig which snapped. Dang. He spotted me.

Then I noticed he didn't have a shirt on. I felt my face burn.

'Oh, crap'

Robbie's POV:

She stood just a few feet away. Her face bright red. I looked down remembering I took of my hoodie and shirt because I was hot and sweating.

Then I blushed. She looked away clearly avoiding looking at me.

"Um, I came here to, um... uh, saw that I was sorry to hear that Tambry and you broke up. I, uh, talked to her, and, uh... she, um, said to tell you she's, um... sorry." Her voice got really high pitched at the last word.

"S'not your fault, kid. It's her's. She was the one to cheat on me." I rubbed the back of my neck. I wiped the sweat off of my forehead. I felt my hear sticking to my forehead, the sides of my face, and the back of my neck.

She turned and ran off.

'Crap'

I threw on my shirt not even bothering with the hoodie and ran after her. I caught her by the wrist.

"Hey, hold up." I said. She stopped. "There's no need to be embarrassed. It was my fault that I took off my shirt. Just please, don't say anything to anyone about this. It will only cause for more trouble then there already is." Did I really just say please. Urg, what is this girl doing to me?

Her brown eyes showed only confusion, but she nodded anyway, still blushing.

I let go of her and she ran off. I sighed as I went back to my work. I was almost done, thank goodness.

When I was done, I was covered in sweat, a little bit of blood from blisters being cut before they were ready, and mud. I basically had to drag myself back inside. I took a nice hot shower and put on clean clothes. I flopped face first onto my bed not even caring when it became hard to breath.

I didn't want to move for a very long time.

After awhile I fell asleep. I dreamed about Mabel.

Her eyes. That's all that I remember. How scared they looked. Why was she scared? Did someone do something to her? She was crying, pulling me along by the hand screaming about how we needed to get away.

"Come on, Robbie!" She yelled through her tears. "We have to go! He's going to find us!"

"Who? Mabel, who's going to find us?" As if to answer my question, a dark figure appeared before us.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Stitched Heart and Shooting Star. How've ya been Mabel?" He said. He was a tall, blond man with a black top hat and an eye patch. He wore a yellow suit that looked a lot like bricks. He had a cruel smile.

"What do you think of my TRUE form. When the Star released me, I wasn't at my full strength because of the Six Fingered Hand. But hey what are ya gonna do about it now. Oh yeah, I'm gonna kill ya. It's nothing personal, actually it is very personal." He laughed menacingly. He aimed his finger at us and pretended to shoot a gun.

We screamed.

I jumped straight up in bed with a thin sheet of cold sweat all over me. I breathed heavily.

I had no idea what that meant but I flopped back onto my back. I looked out my window to see that it was after dark. I rubbed my hands over my face and through my hair.

I sat up and grabbed my phone. I called the one person I never thought I'd ever call. The only person who I know who messes with the weird and unknown. Dipper Pines.

"H-hello" He said yawning.

"I need your help."

A/N: DUN DUN DUN! Now I know that was a bit awkward, but hey I needed a reason to get to my Mobbie ship. This turned out a lot better then I thought that it would. What is Dipper going to say? What are they going to do next. WHY AM I ASKING YOU THESE QUESTIONS WHEN I'M THE ONE WRITING? Oh yea so that you can request new ideas for the story. I give my adoring fans VIRTUAL COOKIES! But since not a lot of people reviewed, I cannot throw the virtual party :(. Maybe if you review this time, I will. REVIEW!

-Emily Hart.