A/N: Ugh, I've recently come down with a fever. BEIBER FEVER! Ha, just kidding. But seriously, the flu is passing around my school and family, but I haven't caught it. I really hope I don't catch it at all, because I rarely ever get sick, but when I do, it hits me like a train, and everything hurts. I really hope you guys are feeling well, because if you're like me, you know getting sick is the worst. So, I hope you don't get sick, and if you are sick, I hope you feel better.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls.
Shaking her head, the woman opened her eyes. Everything around her was blurry. As her vision cleared, she found everything around her was lifeless and gray. Mabel's eyes widened as she realized where she was. Looking around carefully, she tried see if she could find him. Seeing no one was around, she felt much calmer. She decided to wander about, looking around. She found her home in Piedmont, and saw that the house was empty. She came inside, and found that there was a long staircase leading to a door. Looking at the ceiling, she saw there were several boxes labeled with things of hers, such as her hopes, fears, and memories. It was a similar lay-out of Stan's mind from so long ago. Shrugging off her curious feeling, she left the house. She wasn't ready to look through those things just yet. As she looked to the door, she found it had disappeared. Her eyes widening, Mabel banged against the closed up wall where the door had been. Then she tried to imagine it appearing, but that didn't work either. Suddenly, she heard his familiar voice;
"You can't leave until you look through your memories."
"Why the Hell should I do that?!"
She didn't hear a response, only him giggling like a little kid. Groaning, Mabel wanted to protest against his actions, but then decided to go along with it. Wandering back down the stairs hesitantly, she placed her hand on the railing. When she reached the bottom, she stood in front of the door that read Mabel's Memories. The door seemed grayer than all the others, and it looked like it would fade away from existence if she passed through it. Taking a deep breath, she passed through it, seeing screens that displayed all of her memories. She walked down a seemingly endless hallway until she came across some more unpleasant memories from her time in prison. Mabel stopped at a door, and opened it. Her eyes widened. She wanted to slam the door shut, but found herself frozen in place, she struggled against his hold, to no avail. She watched in horror as the events that changed her life unfolded before her eyes once more.
"Dipper! No, no, no, oh my God! Please be ok!" Mabel held her brother's limp body in her arms, her saddened gaze meeting his lifeless one.
"Hey! What the Hell is- oh my God." Stan stared at her in shock, he looking up with tears in her eyes.
"Mabel, what did you do?! Get away from him!"
Watching her younger self in this state hurt. She wasn't ready for what happened next. She wanted more than anything to rush in there as she was handcuffed, begging for them to hear her side of the story. But no one would have listened to her anyways. Who would believe her? Tears welled in her eyes as she was forced to watch the memory over and over, as he laughed in her ear, enjoying her discomfort, all the while the memory played again and again. It tore at her conscience to see it happen once more, she tried to look away, but found she could not. Tears trailed down her face slowly. Every time her brother was shot in the memory she let out a sob. Why did he have to rub it in that she was never going to see him again? Why did he have to torment her so? Why did he feel it was necessary to replay her heinous actions in front of her? She had nightmares about it every night, why did he think it was fun to see her pain and emotions bubbling out of her? It hurt, it hurt so much to see her brother fall to the ground with him bleeding from his right eye. And as her twelve year-old self screamed for him, and shook him as if trying to wake him up, her heart broke all over again.
"Please," She pleaded, "Stop! Stop it!"
Feeling the restricting hold on her disappear, she fell to her knees, and started bawling. Her sobs echoed through the space she was in, and she wiped her tears away, taking deep shaky breaths. Her body shuddered, and she breathed heavily. Turning back to the door, she slammed it shut, and slumped down against the door. She looked off to the side helplessly as he appeared next to her. Glaring at him, Mabel turned away from the brunette.
"Aw, now come on. Since you've seen it so many times, shouldn't you be used to it? It shouldn't shock you anymore. You shouldn't be shocked at what you did to me."
Sighing, the woman replied;
"You aren't him. You aren't. Go away. You're not Dipper. You never will be."
He simply shrugged at this, and floated so he was in front of her. With a softened expression, he pouted. She looked at him with loathing for a moment, before she broke down, and started to cry again. As she sobbed, he pulled her into a hug, gently patting her back. What surprised him was that she hugged back. He comforted her, saying things like; "There, there." or "It's ok, Mabel." She looked up at him, before burying her head into his shoulder once more. She grasped his shirt tightly, trying to calm down a bit. After a few more moments, she adjusted her position, now lying her head against his shoulder. She was no longer crying, only sniffling occasionally. He patted her head affectionately, and they sighed simultaneously.
"I miss Dipper. I wish he would come back. I just want to talk to him again." Mabel remarked. The man looked at her curiously.
"But, I'm right here. Do you really think I'm not him?" He asked, with a saddened expression. She closed her eyes for a few moments, before opening them and standing up. She glared at him, scowling.
"Of course, I would believe you to be him. Do you really think I'm that stupid? I'm not an airhead, you know. I'm not twelve."
He scowled, and stood up also, advancing towards her menacingly. She backed up a bit, before she stood in place, not moving to hold her ground. But as he stood in front of her, he shoved her back. Her back hit the wall, and she groaned slightly. He came forward, standing right in front of her. Gulping, her angry glare met his as he kept her pressed against the wall.
"You really think that I haven't noticed yet? You never thought that I noticed what happened to you in prison? You have no fucking idea how long I've waited for you to come back, you bitch." He growled angrily.
She shrunk away at this slightly, and he gripped her shoulders hard, still glaring. A moment later, though, everything started to fizz out like static.
"Fuck," He muttered.
Before she could do anything else, everything became white, and vanished around her. He turned to her one last time, and scowled. Leaning toward her, he whispered;
"Enjoy the time you have, Mabel. Enjoy it while you can. Because from now on, I'm not holding back."
Then, she woke up screaming.
A/N: Two updates in one week? I must be eating the souls of my enemies, because that's impossible! But one day... I just felt like being extra nice, cause I just finished finals for the trimester! Hell yeah! Whoo! I'm just happy I don't have to worry about tests for another 12 weeks! Anyway, I hope you guys have a good weekend, and please review!
