Mable laid in her bed, thinking of a plan. The last time she looked for Dipper she had nearly gotten herself killed—she had seen the shadow of a lynx or cougar. Maybe even a bobcat. It wasn't long before she had thought of a plan. She was sure it would not fail. If she set out very early in the morning, no predators would be out. They would b sleeping. If she couldn't find any proof that Dipper was dead or alive she would just find somewhere to stay for the night. Mable nodded to herself and looked out the window. It was nearly sunset, about 20 more minutes and the sun would be setting. She would have to go to sleep now if she ever wanted to get up early. Mable was about to settle into her bed until she remembered something.
The alarm!
Mable reached over to the clock and set the alarm to go off at 5:30 AM. She sighed in relief and cuddled up in her bed, slowly drifting into sleep.
Mable blinked her eyes open. She was in the middle of nowhere. Literally. All she could see was grey. Grey everywhere. Mable got up and walked through the unknown place, looking around curiously. Maybe she was supposed to find something. Her walk broke into a run. She smelt something awkward, but ignored it and kept running. She soon stopped dead. There were bloody paw prints. As she walked forwards more and more bloody paw prints came into her view until they were everywhere. The scent of blood got stronger as she walked forwards. Now there were pools of blood everywhere until she was forced to step in the blood. A loud, boom sound startled her. Mable looked up to see storm clouds forming in the sky, followed by rain. But not any rain, blood rain.
"Eww…" she mumbled, shivering.
Now blood was all over her. Mable hesitated before moving on, but continued anyways. Suddenly she looked down, horrified. The image she had seen was terrifying.. so much… gore. Both of the twins were laying down back-to-back, blood all over them. Mable had blood all over her stomach and eyes while Dipper had cuts and gashes all over him. His body bled more heavily. Mable sniffled. She was about to cry. One tear fell down her face, followed by another and another until the tears would not stop. One tear fell into her mouth. It tasted weird. She wiped a tear from her eye.
Blood!
Now Mable was even more horrified. She turned to run but tripped, doing a face plant in the blood all over. She lifted her head. "Aw.. gross!"
Mable managed to get up but heard something in the distance.
Waves?
She looked in the direction of the sound, her jaws dropping and eyes widening quickly. Blood tsunami. She would drown in blood! She turned and ran as fast as she could but the tsunami was much quicker and swallowed her. Mable swam up and screamed for help but no one was around to hear her.
Riiinnngg!
Mable opened her eyes as the alarm clock went off. It was time to go now. She got up and yawned, stretching. She tried to shake off the horrible dream, but it was too horrifying. Too… bloody.
Mable tiptoed out of the shack and ran when she was a good distance away. She hoped Stan wouldn't get too worried. She kept running until she got to that cliff again. The sun was barely rising, but the sight was still amazing. She smelt the air. It was so much fresher than back at the shack! She took a moment to enjoy her surroundings before jumping up and landing on the slope just below the cliff. She was sliding down pretty well but tripped over a rock, causing her to tumble down the rest of the way. Mable's hand stung. She lifted her hand and looked—there was a clean cut on her hand, red liquid spilling out. She ignored it, trying not to think of the nightmare she had had. She jumped to her feet and jogged through the forest of Gravity Falls Oregon. The scenery was beautiful, but she had to keep searching for her brother.
Mable was in the clearing near the place she had seen blood so many days ago. She jumped onto the boulder and looked in the direction she had come. The sun was rising just beyond the trees. She slipped and fell on the rock stomach-first. It was only then she remembered that she had forgotten to eat. She scanned the area.
No berries.
Darn! Mable slid down from the rock onto the soft grass. She may as well keep searching for clues. She turned to her left and padded through the forest of pines. Mable turned a bit and after a few minutes she found a large, steep slope. If she fell down, she would never be able to get up. She would probably die. Mable turned back to the way she was going. She must have tripped over a tree root or something because before she knew it she was on the ground. She was about to get up but stared down in terror as she saw something that could literally rip her apart.
A wolf pack!
