"D'you really think Mabel is gonna try to kill me?" Mel asked Dipper as they were getting ready for bed. Dipper shrugged.
"I never thought of that," he said. "Probably not. But when she's high, she'll think I'm dead and it's her life mission to get revenge by killing you." Mel nodded.
"She thinks I killed you," she said.
"I wonder if it's a vision. A warning for me..." Dipper said thoughtfully.
"Hey!" Mel laughed, playfully punching him in the arm. "You can definently trust me." Dipper smiled wearily.
"Good night," he said.
"Good night," Mel replied. Dipper headed to the room with the double beds, Room 4.
"Hey, Mabel." he said softly.
"Hey, bro." Mabel answered. As Dipper got into bed, Mabel said, "Can we trust her?" Dipper knew exactly who she meant.
"Remember what Volume 3 said? Trust no one!" Dipper replied. "Speaking of which," he said. "I want to read more about that flower."
"Yeah! I wonder if there's, like, a way to get rid of all of them!" Mabel said excitedly. Dipper reached into his jacket pocket. Where was his book? He fumbled around quickly and gasped.
"Mel!" he cried angrily and dashed from the room.
"Dipper? What are you doing?" he heard Mabel call. But he just kept running. He found Room 2 and pounded on the door angrily.
"Mel, open up!" he yelled. A light clicked on and he heard hurried movement inside. A slam of a drawer. Heavy breathing. Dipper crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes as the door opened.
"Yes? W-what is it?" Mel asked, wringing her hands. Dipper glided right past her and opened the first drawer in Mel's dresser. "Hey! Stop! There's- girl stuff in there!" Dipper flinched and drew back, but when he saw Mel's relieved face, he shot open a second drawer. There, nestled inside T-shirts, basketball jerseys, and spandex, lay his Volume 3. Mel growled. "I told you not to look. Now it's too late." She advanced on Dipper. There was only one thing to do. Run. Dipper slipped by Mel and ran as fast as he could back to Room 4.
"Mabel! C'mon! We have to go!" he whispered urgently.
"Dipper, that's ridiculous!" It's like, one in the morning. And plus I'm at a good part." she said, holding up a book and waving it in the air.
"No! We have to!" Dipper replied breathlessly. But it was too late. Mel appeared in the doorway, holding the Volume 3. Dipper smacked his forehead. He'd forgotten the book!
"Looking for this?" asked Mel, twirling the book in her hands. Mabel was completely oblivious to what was going on.
"Give it back!" Dipper said angrily. Mori suddenly appeared in the doorway.
"Kids? What's going on?" she asked.
"He stole my book." Mel said accusingly in a pouty little kid voice.
"No I didn't! It's mine!" Dipper shouted.
"Mel's been reading it all last night!" Mori interrupted. Mabel looked up with worried eyes.
"Mel, what are you doing with Dipper's book?" she asked. There was shocked silence.
"Get in bed. Both of you." Mori said impatiently. "Now give me the book, Mel. We'll deal with this later." Mel reluctantly handed her mother the book and sulked away. Mori closed the door. Mabel began to feel nautious again and grabbed Dipper's arm as Mori walked closer.
"My daughter tells me some scary things about you, Mabel." she said.
"L-like what?" Mabel asked fearfully.
"Like you tried to kill her."
"I-I didn't mean t-"
"Mabel. Stop. There's no excuse in the world that could cover it up. Can you tell me what happened?"
Mabel's eyes filled with tears and she shook her head. "I don't want to hear you do this again. Do you understand me?"
Mabel shook her head shakily.