Me: Has a bunch of important exams. Writes fanfics instead of revising.
Anywayss have some Mabel ;)


Her eyes cracked open only slightly and she immediately wanted to close them again; the light shining through the triangular window shone on her face, outside birds chirped happily and she could hear her Grunkle Stan's complaining about the clogged toilet to Soos. Despite the bright day outside, she felt terrible. Her face felt puffy and her eyes dry, her mouth was filled with excess saliva and she could feel the dry tears from the night before patterning her skin. Swallowing, Mabel got up slowly and noticed her brother still in bed, asleep; she glanced at the alarm clock and noticed how early it was: nine o'clock. Her brother typically got up at nine thirty or ten and the girl was not in the mood to see him at all that day, so she got down from the bed quietly with her pet pig in arms and put Waddles on the floor gently. He rubbed his snout against her cheek affectionately and she giggled quietly, hugging him tightly before going to find a set of clothes: a baby blue sweater with a brighter blue umbrella sewn onto it; a purple skirt; her favourite pair of white socks with black shoes and her classic baby blue headband, made to match her sweater. Heading to the bathroom with her small companion next to her, she quickly ran a brush through her hair in the mirror and cleaned her teeth before changing into her outfit and throwing the mildly-smelly nightdress into the laundry basket. She closed the toilet-lid and sat down on it to think; what could she do? She didn't want to spend the day at the shack with her brother – although a small part of her knew he'd probably go with Bill if she didn't talk to him – and yet she knew that she'd have to face him eventually. But not yet, she decided. She re-entered her shared bedroom and quickly and quietly packed a few things that she liked to think of as essentials into a backpack: stickers; sweets; colouring pencils; and paper. As she placed the last of her things into the backpack, something warm rubbed against her hand and she lifted her arm to see Waddles nudging his snout against her to get her attention; "I'm sorry, Waddles you can't come," she whispered to him. He looked at her almost pleadingly, nose twitching slightly and head tilted to the side, "don't look at me like that, I know you want to come but you can't. There are still tonnes of scary monsters and evil things that want to eat you and I…" he kept staring at her. "Don't worry, I'll make sure Grunkle Stan takes good care of you, besides I won't be that long," she assured. She zipped up her pack and looked down at the pig one last time. His round eyes looked back into hers. "Oh fine, you can come," she concluded, "but you're staying in my piggy-carrier at all times." She rummaged through the chest at the end of her bed and pulled out the blue baby-carrier she had purchased last year; it was the same one she's bought the day the pterodactyl had kidnapped the poor piglet. Strapping it on, she picked up the pig and fit him into the carrier snuggly.
She left the room quickly and jogged down the stairs, "Grunkle Stan, I'm going out," she called to said man.
"The two of you don't want any breakfast first?" he called back and the girl noticed that he thought she was going with her brother.
"Uh, no thanks I'm not really hungry," she called back. Besides, she had packed at least seventeen packets of Gummy Koalas and various other sweets so she could eat them if she got too hungry.
"Alright, don't go breaking too many laws, y' hear?"
"Yup, see y' later!" she called before shutting the door and heading out by herself: no Dipper; no Bill; no Soos or Wendy or anyone else.

It was time for Mabel to create her own adventure.

She headed into the forest quickly, unsettled at how quiet it was – she was used to her and her brother, but mainly her, telling jokes and just chatting but now that she was without human company, the noises from the forest were all the louder. Branches snapped beneath her feet, leaves rustled as she pushed past them, wind blew through the nooks and crannies of every space around her, every sound that she had never paid attention to was now a hundred times louder than before and it was almost deafening. "So Waddles," she started, trying to break the unnerving silence in any way possible – she couldn't deny that it just wasn't the same without Dipper. "What do you think we'll find?" she asked the pig strapped to her chest and he oinked in reply.
"Maybe a were-wolf or a vampire? Or a were-wolf fighting a vampire? Or a giant three-headed dog like we saw in that film that one time," she pondered and the pig oinked again.
"You're right, Gravity Falls has way more awesome stuff than that, who knows what we could find?" she paused, "I don't even know where to start looking, do I just look around until I find something? Ugh, Dipper is usually the one who does this sort of junk." She furrowed her brow in annoyance and thought of her brother. No, she had to do this without help from her dumb brother, she should be mad at Dipper for being so selfish. But how long could she really stay mad at her own twin? Shaking the thoughts away, she decided not to think about it. Waddles oinked and she nodded firmly; "Yeah," she said loudly to no one in particular, "This is Mabel-time, there's no way Dipper and that dumb-dumb demon are going to distract me today," she announced so that the entire forest could hear. She strutted off quickly, she had no clue where to, how long she would be searching or even what she was searching for, but she was going to find something, anything.

After walking for ten minutes, her ears picked up on a soft harmony not too far away that sounded like running water; a waterfall, perhaps? She quickly made her way in the direction of the noise and was astounded by the sight that greeted her: a large area of lush, green grass and delicate daisies; the trees curled and arched in a way that seemed to present a beautiful doorway into the magical space and when she stepped in she saw a small waterfall. The water was clear and she could see a variety of bright, colourful fish swimming in it, some jumping from the river briefly, the water dotting wet spots along the grass. A large trail of rocks trailed along the edge of the river almost like a border, and some grew glowing, blue mushrooms that clearly had magical abilities. Hovering above the clear water were small beings that looked like mosquitoes or gnats but when the girl looked closely she could make out miniscule hands and feet, tiny and fragile wings, and a glittery tail of dust following their movements: they were fairies.
"Whoa," she muttered to herself in amazement. She stepped close to the river quietly so as not to startle the small humanoid creatures, the moment they spotted her, however, they scattered and hid behind various rocks or mushrooms. "Wait, I'm not going to hurt you," she assured them, "this place is amazing, do you live here?" she asked the fairies.
"Yes, and so do I," said a voice – louder than she anticipated a fairy's would be. It was also deeper; much more boyish and sounded almost like a teenage boy's voice.
"Who said that?" she asked, her eyes scanning over each individual fairy. The river in front of her rippled suddenly and streams of water lifted from it; they curled around each other beautifully and moved over to hover above the grass, dripping water all over the ground. The streams curled and curved, twisted and danced until they formed a shape; it looked like a horse. The shape solidified and Mabel was stunned at the majestic animal before her: a very pale – almost white – horse stood in front of her, but it was only as tall as a donkey. Its hair was long but not nearly as long as the unicorns the brunette had encountered the year before; maybe only half as long, but still just as beautiful. Its tail, however was just as long as the unicorns' and was the same shade of navy blue as the hair. Hooves were clean and a pristine white, eyes were a sea-foam green and reflected the light of the sun perfectly. Atop its head was not just one but two horns, they started on two sides of the head – just in front of the ears – but pointed toward the centre of its head and twirled together into one long appendage; one horn was white and the other was a baby-blue, the two colours complimented each other perfectly as they swirled together.

"Good day," the creature said.
Mabel stood up quickly, mouth wide open as she looked at the beautiful being; "whoa, are you a unicorn?" she frowned as she remembered the ones from last year. She hoped this one wasn't as rude or selfish.
"No, a common misconception but I am an abada. I am like a unicorn, however I have two horns and come from the river, as you have now witnessed, I also have real magic," the creature – the abada – informed the girl.
"You're not like the unicorns are you? Those guys were jerks," Mabel asked.
"I like to think not. I don't like them myself, they give us Equidae a bad name."
"Equidae?"
"Abada, unicorns, horses, donkeys, zebras… organisms as such."
"Oh wow, that's amazing."
The abada hummed his acknowledgement, "my name is Demetrius. What do your kind call you, human?" Demetrius pointed his horns at the teen and they glowed a soft white.
"My name is Mabel," the girl replied eagerly.
"Tell me, Mabel- Why do you carry a small beast upon your chest?"
She laughed, "what? You mean Waddles?" she gestured to the pig who snorted happily, wiggling his stumpy legs slightly.
"Yes, the Waddles. Why do you carry it?"
"No, he's a pig but his name is Waddles. He's my pet," she took him from his carrier and held him out to show Demetrius.
"Waddles the pig? Interesting," Demetrius moved forward slightly to examine the animal, but was surprised when the pig began to wriggle violently, desperately trying to be released from the human's grasp.
"Whoa, Waddles," Mabel said and tried to place the pig back into the carrier, but he managed to loosen her grip on him and dropped to the floor on his back. He rolled over quickly onto all fours and ran away into the forest instantly; "Waddles, come back!" Mabel called after him.
"I apologise for disturbing your… pig," the abada said to the girl.
"Please can you help me get him back?" the girl turned to Demetrius with pleading, teary eyes and the abada agreed instantly. "Thank you so much," the girl said and the duo ran after the pig without a second thought.

"Waddles, where are you?" Mabel called frantically, she couldn't lose the pig now after she'd become so attached to him.
"Be calm, Mabel. I am sure we will find your pig soon," Demetrius spoke. He was also looking around for the pig, his horn glowing a gentle blue. "I am using my magic to search for any living beings within the area."
"Thank you so much for helping me, Demetrius," Mabel said as they searched.
"Of course… Your pig. Waddles, was it?"
"Yeah, what about him?"
"He runs rather fast for having such short, stubby legs. I am impressed."
Mabel giggled quietly at the comment as she lifted an enormous leaf, "yeah I know."
"Tell me of your culture," he said suddenly.
"Culture? Well uh…" she looked over the abada in search for differences that she could easily talk about; "we wear clothes."
"I can see that," he sniffed at a bush before lifting his head again; "what else?"
"Uh, we don't use magic?"
"How do you perform your daily necessities without the use of magic?"
They moved further into the forest to look. "We just use our hands, like making food and brushing our teeth and stuff. What about you, how do you do things with magic?"
"As abada of the forest, we can only interact with natural things. Such as the river I emerged from and your pig's heat signature."
"So you can't, like, use your magic to make millions of Gummy Koalas appear? That'd be awesome."
"What are these Gummy Koalas?"
"Waddles," the girl shouted again to beckon the pig. "They're koalas that are gummy," she lifted her pack from her back and rummaged through it until she found the packet of sweets. She pulled out the Gummy Koalas and ate one herself before offering one to Demetrius and he took it hesitantly. She zipped up her pack, leaving the sweets out, and put it back on her back and she called out to her pig once more.
"Astounding, never have I tasted anything so sweet and chewy," the abada spoke.
Mabel giggled again before shoving another sweet into her mouth and calling for Waddles again. "Another?" she asked and offered one to Demetrius, he took it and ate it quickly.
"What other foods do you humans indulge yourselves in?"
The girl pulled out a piece of chocolate and offered it to him, "chocolate?"
Demetrius ate it and whinnied; "delightful," he said.
"Waddles," she called again. "Where could he be? I'm really starting to worry, what if he's been pig-napped, or eaten or worse; cooked into bacon and then eaten?" she panicked, "it would be the worst ironic death ever!" she cried.
"Calm yourself, Mabel. I can feel a presence in the distance with my magic," Demetrius informed her.
Mabel gasped, "Where?"
"It is two presences. Climb onto my back, I shall take us there." The girl did as he told and wrapped her arms around his neck to stay steady; the abada set into a sprint as soon as the girl was comfortable, heading in the direction of the two unknown creatures. Ahead of them was a thick tangle of leaves, blocking their view; "right behind here, Mabel," Demetrius informed her and sped up. He ran horns-first into the thick growth, using the appendage to cut through it swiftly. He skidded to a stop on the other side and Mabel climbed down from his back quickly.

"Waddles," she cried happily once she spotted the pig, but the smile curled into an angry frown as she noticed another being there. A short, humanoid creature only as tall as the pig, itself and it had a knife and fork in hand, looking ready to feast on the animal. "Stupid gnome, leave Waddles alone!" she ran over and pulled the pig into a tight embrace, pushing away the gnome with her foot.
"Shmebulock!" the gnome exclaimed and dropped the utensils to the floor before scurrying off into the forest.
"Oh Waddles, you had me worried sick," Mabel cooed and rubbed her cheek against the pig's head; he oinked in response. "Thank God," she said.
"It is good to see that Waddles the pig has remained unharmed," Demetrius said, trotting over to the girl.
"Thank you so much," Mabel grinned at the abada as she placed Waddles back in his carrier carefully, "how can I thank you?"
"I don't typically ask for things in return but… perhaps I could have more of your human treats?" Demetrius asked sheepishly.
The girl laughed and held out the bag to him, "of course. I think it's time me and Waddles go home now," she grinned and placed the bag of sweets onto the floor.
"Of course. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mabel. And you, Waddles the pig."
"Bye," Mabel said and started heading back to the shack, waving the pig's arm to Demetrius, as well.

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Opening the door to the shack, she hummed lightly as she walked through the gift shop. There were only a few customers that day so the brunette could greet the red-head behind the register without interrupting a customer's payment. "Hey Wendy," Mabel greeted.
"Whoa, someone's in a good mood. Good thing, too, 'cause your brother isn't exactly happy today."
"What, why not?" she frowned at the thought.
Wendy shrugged; "don't know. He was out for a few hours this morning but he came back a while ago and didn't say a word, just went and started watching TV."
"Oh," Mabel said. The adventuring was what she'd expected – yet it hurt her heart slightly that he'd go out to find monsters with Bill rather than try to confront her. She hoped he'd at least want to talk to her about the issue, but no. What surprised her was that he'd come back silent; usually he came back from his monster hunts happier than ever unless he couldn't find anything. But he was with Bill, right? So he had to have seen something.
"Why don't you go talk to him? I bet he could use someone to talk to right now," Wendy suggested.
Mabel nodded and walked toward the living room before standing in the doorway, watching her brother intently as he stared at the TV. She removed her carrier and placed Waddles on the floor; he sat at her feet.
"Dipper?" she said softly and he turned his head to face her. The words flooded from his mouth all at once;
"Mabel, I'm so sorry. I know I'm being selfish and I should have broken the deal with Bill, I shouldn't have made it in the first place but I don't know why, I just can't, I- "
"It's fine," she interrupted him.
"W-what?" he stammered, standing up.
"I'm pretty sure you're the only guy that could ever like Bill, Dipper," she said, "and I don't know how you could. But I guess if you're happy when you're with him then I'll put up with it, it's not like he'd ever hurt you, right?"
Dipper smiled sincerely and nodded, "yeah. Thanks Mabel."
"Besides, it's so funny watching you get all flustered because you're in love~" she drawled out the last word tauntingly.
His face heated up, "no, I'm not- don't ruin the moment, Mabel."
She laughed before opening her arms, "awkward sibling hug?"
"Awkward sibling hug," Dipper agreed and opened his own arms. However, as he moved to hug his sister, Waddles snorted and squealed loudly at their feet, startling them both. The pig stood between the duo, watching Dipper almost warningly. "What's wrong with him? He's never done this before."
"I don't know," Mabel admitted, she picked up the pig and hugged him close.

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That night, in bed, Mabel couldn't help but think over that moment. She had lied to her brother. Of course she didn't want him associated with the demon, she hated it, hated the danger he was in. She wanted to yell at him for making such a stupid choice, for not changing his mind. But she wouldn't, she didn't want to grow apart from her own twin. She knew that confronting him would only open a rift between them, and that was something she knew she wouldn't be able to handle if it ever happened. The demon must have been tampering with her brother's mind – surely he would never keep the deal intact of his own free will once he'd found out about all the horrible things the demon had done. She would have to get rid of Bill somehow, whether her brother liked it or not.


Abada on Wikipedia: wiki/Abada_(unicorn)
(It's a very short page...)
Cadon drawing (from previous chapter):
art/Cadon-597371381

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