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Mabel was very confused.

Confusion was a very normal thing for her. She knew the feeling very well. In fact, most people believed she was a blonde who dyed her brown. And, in case you were wondering, that is a stereotypical misunderstanding. Blondes can be very intelligent, and Mabel is a natural brunette.

Either way, she remembered screaming. And a horse. And then she couldn't feel the ground. And then Jack laughed at her. It was very difficult to piece together, which she did not like at all. It made her feel stupid.

"Open your eyes!" Jack shouted in her ear.

"Don't yell at me!" She yelled.

Her amber brown eyes flickered open. She gasped at the scene around her. She was flying, suspended in the chilly winter air. The sleepy town below her was covered in a winter wonderland of snow and ice, which glistened under the street lamps.

The fear left Mabel, replaced with pure awe. She was flying. She was flying! It was her dream to fly!

"Wow, this is so much better when your normal sized," she breathed.

"What?" Jack questioned.

"Uh, long story. And what was that horsie thingy?"

"Ugh, longer story. But it's evil, so don't try to, um, gossip with it or whatever girls do."

Mabel scowled. "Is it after you or me?"

Jack frowned. He gave a shrug, honestly not knowing the answer. He hadn't seen a Night Mare in four years, almost five. He had no idea how Pitch was getting power. He had no clue about why it would attack Mabel. And he had no way to tell why the town felt so... weird.

A whinnying came from behind them. Jack whipped them around, and, to his displeasure, saw exactly what he was trying to get away from. The Night Mare glared at them with shining yellow eyes.

"So," Mabel said, "apparently you're evil, Mr. Horse. Tell me about that."

"Mabel, I told you not to gossip with it!"

"I wasn't gossiping, I was asking it a question. It may be evil, but I love ponies!"

The Night Mare gave Jack a look that said something along the lines of "I'm not a pony, and this girl is crazy." Jack shrugged at it desperately, as she continued to talk about ponies. It somehow turned into something about unicorns.

"I've seen a unicorn," Mabel continued, "and they aren't all sugar and rainbows like everyone thinks. Yeah, it stabbed Dipper in the butt. It was really funny. And then it ran away. I didn't even get to pet it!"

"Mabel."

"I mean, it was so pretty!"

"Mabel?"

"And I tried to go after it, but it just disappeared!"

"MABEL!"

"WHAT?"

"What part of evil did you not understand?"

"The 'vil' part."

The Night Mare grunted. It pawed at the air, making Mabel shut up and burry her face into Jack's hoodie. The fearling charged at the two.

Jack was quick and dodged the horse by zipping to the left. Mabel yelped, gripping his hand tighter, making them both blush. Jack turned back around to face the attacking Night Mare, but, to his surprise, found it gone.

He turned in a full circle. "Where did the Night Mare go?"

"That was a Night Mare?" Mabel whispered, trembling. "Jack, you and Jamie have a lot of explaining to do!"

"How do you even know Jamie?"

"I-"

Before Mabel could answer, something hit Jack in the back (A/N: MORE UNINTENTIONAL RHYMES! I'm a poet and I didn't even know it, lol). Being hit in the back hurts. Being hit on the back with the force of a thousand pound horse moving at forty miles an hour hurts even more. And being hit by a thousand pound horse going forty miles an hour five hundred feet in the air in the middle of a cold winter night with a terrified girl in your arms is not lucky, nor is it a feel-good feeling.

If Mabel hadn't been using hand gestures to yell at Jack about knowing Jamie, things would have gone better. But Mabel was a very gesture-using type of person. And things just seemed better with gestures. Plus, it is a pretty awesome word. Gestures. Gestures. Gestures. Uh, never mind.

Well, the gestures didn't help. When Jack got hit, Mabel's need for gesturing got her knocked out of his arms. She yelped, free falling through the air.

She kicked and flailed through the air. Suddenly, the snow globe like world below didn't seem very inviting. Mabel stared up at the sky, where a single shooting star zipped by.

She stopped struggling, watching in awe as she stopped struggling. A tear fell down her face as her chocolate curls flew around her.

"Star light, star bright," she whispered, "shooting star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight." Her eyes traveled to the full moon, which was slowly getting smaller as she got closer to the ground. "Please, please, please, just let me live through this."

Then, everything went black.

So, uh, this is sorta awkward, but I don't know Jamie's age! No one ever comes out and goes FYI Jamie is blah years old. And I need it for the story! I think Sophie is like, three in the movie, so she's like, seven in this fic. And I think Jamie's nine in the movie, so he would be like, thirteen in this fic. But I don't know for sure! Please review and tell me! Also, CLIFFIE!

~Dakota