Sorry, I didn't have time to get this edited. So, if there are grammar problems with this, I apologize in advance. I'm just happy I got one chapter finished in one session. I'm also not sure how well I write Mabel, as it's hard for me to think like her. I just have to think in terms of randomness and how to basically brighten a bad situation, like putting makeup on a monster and make them look even more ridiculous. Anyways, here's a new chapter for the Labor Day weekend.
Mabel opened her eyes to a blinding florescent light above her head. She blinked a few times and found that she was about 25 feet above the ground, her arms in shackles hung from the nose of a large stone statue. The room she was in was vast and dark. She squinted a bit to try and see the faint shapes below her, but this was in vein.
"Greetings!" shouted a bald woman in an elegant silk robe who suddenly appeared in front of her. There was an evil grin on her face. She too was 25 feet above the ground, but nothing was holding her in place; she was clearly levitating.
"Gah!" gasped Mabel, "Don't do that, whoever-you-are! Maybe a cough or a clap or a simple hello before you jump in front of me."
"Nice to see that you're finally awake," the woman before her said, "We've anticipated your arrival."
"And you didn't bring out the fanfare?" Mabel said sarcastically. She looked to her left and right and saw four other bald figures floating in unison with the woman in front of her, a bright light from the ceiling each illuminating them. "And what's with everyone being bald? Some people can really make it work for them, but is hair against your religion somehow? I think that would be a hard practice to follow unless you got it laser removed from your head. Oh, oh, can you unlock these cuffs? I really want to paint something on your head."
"Ha," the woman laughed, picking up on the sarcastic tone, and the other bald figures laughed with her in perfect unison pitch and breath. "You're a funny girl. But now that you're awake, we can ask you what you might know about one of your little friends who is on their way here."
"If you think I'm going to tell you anything about my friends here, you've got another thing coming," Mabel replied.
"Oh, we already know where they are," the woman said, "We were thinking of another friend of yours..."
"Our eyes are everywhere," one of the men said. Save for some facial features and skin tones, it would have been hard to tell them apart from one another.
"We can see through the Deep Ones' eyes," another woman said.
"And we can see into your mind," one of the other men said, "If we concentrate hard enough, you're an open book."
The floating group bowed their heads and closed their eyese for a moment. There was an awkward silence for what felt like an eternity to Mabel.
"Umm," Mabel uttered, confused, "Do you guys need a nap?"
"NO!" the same man said, and all of them raised their heads and shot her the same angry look, "Our minds can see into yours now!...We see that you're thinking about how your friends are how they're doing, that you feel like your bra is stabbing you in the chest, and that you're wondering what the Dagon statue behind you would look line in one of your sweaters with makeup and glitter on its face."
"...Wow," Mabel said, "You're good."
"But we don't see any sign of the Mexican Gulf merfolk king, save for your memories," the other woman to her left said.
"Are you talking about Mermando?" Mabel asked.
"Indeed," the woman in front of her said, "Since you humans opened a second gate to New Y'ha-nthlei, it has renewed the war between the merfolk and the Deep Ones. But soon we will have the upper hand. Once your land dwelling friends arrive, you and them will be the perfect sacrifice Lord Dagon needs." She looked down, and as her eyes had finally adjusted to the oddly lit room, she could see that the other workers were all seated on the massive floor in front of her. Seated among them were various fish people, which Mabel assumed were the Deep Ones of which the bald figures spoke.
"Ia! Dagon!" the workers and Deep Ones all shouted, their faces seemingly in some hypnotic trance.
"What if I told you we didn't taste good?" Mabel asked, raising an eyebrow and trying not to laugh nervously.
"That matters not," the woman said, "You and your friends have brilliant minds and have accomplished much, even in your young lives. That is what he will feed on, the intangible. Now, don't try to think of a way out of here. Your fate is inevitable. We can see what you are thinking and will know instantly if you come up with a clever plan."
There was yet another long pause as the four figures just stared at her creepily. Their almost inhuman staring made Mabel the most uncomfortable.
"So..." Mabel began, "We just wait here for them?"
"Yes," the woman said frankly.
Mabel looked down for a moment. It had been years since she had seen Mermando. He was coming here? What would she say to him if she saw him? Her heart was fluttering. But first she needed to find a way out of here if she was ever to rejoin her brother and friends. But how? This wasn't some Tim Schafer video game where she could look through her inventory and find the right item to get out of this situation.
Suddenly, there flashed upon her mind an idea.
In fact, it was a whole load of ideas, and she was counting on these bald psychic psychos reading all of them.
She first thought about how nice Cheerios tasted; sure they were bland at first, but put them in chocolate milk, they were wonderful (to her; Dipper didn't care for them in chocolate milk). There was also the fact that she thought about mass marketing her Mabel Juice; she could probably get Pacifica's help with that as well. It would have to come with a pink dinosaur. It just kind of made it what it was, because a pink plastic dinosaur has its own unique taste. And her mind then turned back to the world she saw when she last ate Smile-Dip (which she recently ordered again off of ; it was like Surge soda in that it was making a comeback, but it did make her wonder why it wasn't government regulated, given its chemical properties). She thought of orange mountains against a pink and green flashing sky, all these rivers and streams of orange soda flowing through the rich neon green and blue landscape. Aoshima, the armed dolphin who fired lasers, floated through the sky as well. Was the future really in the past, or did her past self make that up those eight years ago? The praying mantis did look good on her fresh cut lawn. Dqg brx, ghdu uhdghu, duh vwloo uhdglqj wklv orqj dvv sdudjudsk? L zrxog kdyh wkrxjkw brx kdg jrw eruhg dqg vnlsshg wr wkh gldorjxh. And she did know it was amazing when the famous purple-stuffed worm from Flapjaw Space with the tuning fork did a raw blink on Hara-kiri Rock! She needed scissors! 61!
"AGH! What are you doing to us!?" the psychics groaned in perfect unison, holding their heads and looking away from her.
Perfect. Now that she had destroyed their thought process by overloading their brains with the same junk that was in hers, she needed to give them a place holder. Her mind then flashed to something she and Dipper encountered when they were younger (or was it in a dream?): the giant talking Axolotl.
"The Axolotl..." the psychics said in unison, turning their heads skyward. The workers and Deep Ones on the ground did the same. They continued like that for some time, still mumbling "The Axolotl" over and over again.
And that was the break she needed. She began to flip upwards, arms still chained to the statue's "mouth." She planted her feet on the thing's forehead and began to slide the chain back and forth on the statues tooth. Eventually, the rusty chain gave way and shattered. She ran down the back of the statue, the cuffs of the chain still on her wrists. She would either find a way to break them off or turn them into glittery bracelets, one of the two. She looked back and saw the group was still looking at the ceiling and mumbling to themselves.
That's convenient enough, she thought.
She ran across the room and through one of the electronic sliding doors and into the connecting dark hallway. She had to find her friends and tell them what happened. A combination of fear and excitement built within her as she ran, as it always had on their past adventures.
