Hey all, DeathStricken here. If you follow the blog, you'd know that I now have braces. Which is not fun. Updates may be a little slow, due to this. My update schedule is sort of all over the place, but based on comments, y'all are hoping for something pretty regular. So until September, I should be pretty regular (and by regular, I mean like one-or-twice a weekish). And I want my chapters to be longer but ugh *smacks face off of a wall* it's not easy. I wish my art skills were better because I'd draw this shit out instead of writing it. But anyway, remember to follow the blog, .com. And I am thinking about writing a fic where Dipper gets thrown into different AU's and he has to get other versions of himself and Mabel to help him jump into the next until he gets back to his own again. What do you guys think? Let me know! Enjoy!
*quick note, to the Guest last chapter, last chapter was indeed a flashback. My apologies if that wasn't clear.*
Dipper had noticed that the new girl had taken a liking of some sorts to him. At first he thought it was a little creepy, especially when she started wearing the Mystery Shack hat- he kept wondering when she got it because he hadn't seen her in the Shack once. But after a while he was glad she was there, cleaning his locker and getting his homework. She once copied out an entire two page note from class and brought it to him the next day to study from.
Soos told him that maybe she had a crush on him. But he wasn't interested in dating. The thought of holding hands or kissing or doing anything like that with- what was her name, Mabel?- just felt weird and unnatural. He just couldn't picture her like that.
Dipper sighed, drawing his knees up to his chest and resting his chin in the gap between them. He'd been waiting in the school's infirmary for the last half hour, waiting for Mabel to wake up. They knocked her out cold, which didn't stop them from beating the shit out of her. He was surprised nothing was broken. A guilt-laced knot sat in his stomach. She was only there because she was protecting him.
A groan caught his attention. He looked up and saw the girl pushing herself up into a sitting position. There was gauze wrapped around her midsection over her tank top, and colourful bandaids littered her face and arms. Dark bruises covered both sides of the bridge of her nose, up towards her eyes, and the side of her lip was split open.
"Oh man," he heard her mutter to herself, placing her hand on her forehead. "I did it again." She pressed her palms into her eyes and her shoulders began to shake.
Oh shit, she's crying. What do I do, oh my god. Dipper bit his lip and slowly stood up. He walked over to the bed and stood in front of her for a few moments, unsure of what to do or say. Strangers were dangerous creatures. What if she blamed him for being so hurt?
Eventually, he forced out a murmured "a-are you okay?" She looked up at him, and her eyes lit up almost immediately.
"You're okay!" she said, smiling. Dipper noticed she had braces. The knot in his stomach tightened. "I'm so glad."
"Uh, yeah," Dipper said, looking down and scuffing his shoes on the tile floor. "Thanks. But...but, uh, that was a…" he took a breath and looked up. "That was a stupid thing to do. They could've hurt you a lot worse than they did."
Mabel looked down. "But...they also could've really hurt you, and you seem to already have it bad enough." She pulled at the gauze wrapped around the knuckles on her left hand. "I don't really understand why, but I feel like I have to watch out for you."
He stared at her for a minute. So you feel it too, Dipper wanted to say. And in all honestly, he wasn't sure why he didn't. It was the logical thing to say, get it all out there so they could try and maybe become friends or something.
"Well," he said instead. "I don't need watching out for. I can handle myself. I'm not a little kid!" He crossed his arms. "You can stop defending me and cleaning my locker. I don't need your help! You're not my mom! So...just….stop."
He turned and walked towards the door to the nurse's office. He saw Mabel's bright sweater and hat sitting on the chair he was in earlier, so he grabbed them and tossed them onto her bed. "Make some friends or something," he muttered before leaving. "You're probably good at that."
-o-
(A/N this was supposed to be for another chapter but the above "chapter" is super short so I'm just gonna combine them into one chapter)
"It's a girl, Mrs. Pines, congratulations!"
Amy Pines smiled, letting out a breathy, relieved laugh. Mark Pines squeezed her hand and smiled at her. His eyes said, 'this is it, she's ours.'
"You did excellent, Mrs. Pines," the nurse said, smiling kindly. "You're all done. You can see her in a few moments after we've cleaned and weighed her. Have you picked out a name yet?"
"Actually, we ha-" Amy stopped. Her grip on her husband's hand tightened. "I-I-I thought you said I w-was done," she managed out, her breathing becoming a heavy pant. "Aaah, why does it still hurt so much?"
The nurse looked concerned, and moved to look underneath Amy's gown. Her face went white very quickly. "Well, Mrs. Pines," the nurse said with a nervous laugh. "I suggest you start coming up with a second name while I fetch a doctor." Said nurse left the room and down the hall as fast as she could. The couple could practically hear her yelling for a doctor.
"T-twins," Mark managed, looking over at his wife. He too looked pale in the face. "We're having twins, Amy."
"We can't AH- afford twins," she said, her eyebrows knitting together in worry. "We can hardly afford one baby, there's no way we can support ourselves and two babies. What are we going to do?"
The doctor entered the room before Mark could say anything. The nurse stood behind him, the colour slowly finding it's way back into her face. "Are you ready for round two, Mrs. Pines?" he asked. Amy screamed, grabbing Mark's hand with both of hers.
"Just shut up and deliver my baby!"
-o-
Morgan Pines smiled up at her mother, tiny hands reaching up towards her face. Her small foot brushed against her older sister's, who was sleeping soundly with a tight grip on her mom's gown.
Amy smiled down at her children. A tear slid down her cheek. "My babies," she whispered. "I love you both with all my heart. Your daddy loves you too. But we can't keep you both." A tear dropped onto her gown, soaking in almost instantly. "I promise you will be in the world's greatest hands. Mabel, you'll stay with your daddy and I."
Amy pressed a kiss to the sleeping baby's forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked over at Mabel's identical twin sister.
"Morgan, sweet baby," Amy said, her voice cracking. "You won't understand what's happening now, but you will one day, I promise. You'll stay with your great-uncle Stanford. We'll visit you as much as we can. But only until you get old enough to remember us. We want you to be happy. You will…" she choked back a sob. "You won't not see your sister for a long time. But just remember, we love you to the moon and back." She pressed a kiss to Morgan's forehead.
"Well isn't that just a cute birthmark," she said, rubbing her thumb along it. "My little dipper."
-o-
"Grunkle Stan!" she called, running out of the woods. Mud covered the bottoms of her boots and the entire front of the skirt of her dress. Her long, dark hair was a tangled mess and her knees and arms were covered in different coloured bandages. She held something in her muddy hands.
"Grunkle Stan!" She yelled again. She made her way up the steps of the Mystery Shack, one at a time. She kicked her boots off at the door and ran inside.
"Hey Morgan," a short red headed girl said, standing with her family inside the gift shop.
"Hey Wendy!" Morgan said, running past her and into the house part of the building. Her small feet ran through the house and right into her great-uncle.
She smacked right into him and fell back onto the floor with a thump. She looked up at her uncle, who wore his tour suit, eyepatch and fez and all. Morgan loved his fez. She liked to wear it around the gift shop when he wasn't around.
"I found you!" She said, standing up. Dry mud flaked off of her skirt when she stood. "Look, Grunkle Stan, my tooth!" She opened her hand, and there it was, a small tooth. She smiled and showed that it was her front one missing.
"Hey, nice job, kid," Stan said, rubbing the top of her head affectionately. "Put it under your pillow tonight for the tooth fairy."
"There's a tooth fairy?!"
"Yeah sure, whatever helps you sleep at night." Stan shrugged, then frowned at his grand-niece. "I thought you wanted to help with tours today?"
"Aw, man!" Morgan frowning herself. "I thought I saw a monster in the forest so I went after it! Now my dress is all muddy...sorry Grunkle Stan."
Stan smiled and pushed Morgan's bangs out of her face. "Don't worry about it. Get yourself cleaned up and you can hang out in the gift shop. You can help with tours tomorrow."
Her face brightened and she nodded. "Thank's Grunkle Stan!" She ran off towards the stairs to her room. She stepped up the first step when something in the kitchen caught her eye; an empty mason jar. She got an idea.
-o-
"Grunkle Stan! Guess what!"
Morgan came running into the kitchen the next morning. Her uncle was in the kitchen with a newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.
"What's up, kid?" He asked, not looking up from the paper.
"I caught the tooth fairy!" Morgan exclaimed, pulling out the mason jar.
"You can't catch the tooth fairy, Morgan," he said, lifting his coffee up to his lips. "There isn't one." He tipped the mug back and Morgan held the jar up above her head to show him the tiny, glittery woman with long wings and a tooth in her hand that stood inside.
Stan spit his coffee all over the kitchen floor.
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