Location: Oblivion
"You want some water Shooting Star?" Bill placed Mabel on his large bed. The mattress was extraordinarily soft and Mabel sank right down into it, where the mattress was almost surrounding her on every side. Bill's pillow was soft as well and it felt like Mabel was laying on a cloud in the sky. Well, maybe not oblivion's sky.
Mabel sniffled and coughed again. "Yes please." She looked up from her deep pocket in Bill's bed. Bill was quickly floating away and out the door as it shut behind him. Mabel tried to sit up, but her muscles were too weak to move. Her eyes scanned the area that she could see from laying down on the bed. In front of her was a dark blue comforter that had been pulled up to accommodate Mabel in the bed. To her right, above the white sheets that covered the sunk-in mattress was a large desk with a triangle shaped mirror. On her left was a blank red wall with a portrait of Bill hanging next to a stained glass window.
However, there was something that caught Mabel's eye that was hanging around Bill's triangle shaped mirror. There were ten pictures of various symbols along with corresponding pictures of various people in Gravity Falls.
Mabel was able to make out her face next to a picture of a shooting star. She also saw Dipper's picture next to a drawing of a blue Pine Tree, like the one on his hat. "Is that why he always calls me shooting star?" Mabel said to herself as she scratched her red arm.
Mabel rested her head back upright and stared at the red canopy above Bill's bed. She attempted to take a deep breath, but it hurt her chest and she began to have another coughing fit. The door opened and Bill floated through with a tall glass of water. He hurried over to Mabel and placed his hand underneath her, helping her sit up. "Here's your water." Bill said, holding the glass of water up to her and holding onto it with Mabel as she drank slowly from it. The ice cubes felt good up against her dry lips.
"Thanks." Mabel said with a smile as she pulled the glass away from her face. Bill took it and moved it over to an old fashioned wooden nightstand by the bed. Bill sighed as he pulled up a chair and sat in it, exhausted. He certainly had less energy than usual. Maybe his time was coming sooner than he thought.
Now that Mabel was sitting up, she could see over the blue comforter that was obstructing her view earlier. In front of her were large red double doors that had no handles and blended into the wall next to it. Mabel laid back down in the bed and tried to relax, despite her itching getting more irritable down by her ankle. "Bill, can I ask you a question?' Mabel said innocently.
"I guess." Bill said, leaning back in his chair. He began to rock the chair back and forth, and the four legs sprouted two rounded bars that connected the front legs with the back ones.
Mabel paused, trying to determine if the question she was going to ask would be a good idea. "Why do you have my picture on your mirror?" Mabel pointed over to the mirror and shut one eye, hoping Bill wouldn't be angry.
Bill remained silent, trying to think of a way to explain why he had a picture of Mabel, her family members and even her enemy on her mirror, without scaring her.
Location: Gravity Falls Lake, OR
"...So, I'm kind of stuck here. I have no idea what to do..." Wendy sighed and looked down at the dwindling fire. She had been telling Old Man McGucket about her predicament for the past three hours. He had only nodded, scratched his back, coughed and one time slapped a mosquito that landed on his arm. Wendy wasn't sure if he was actually listening or off in his own world, wherever that was. "What do you think I should do?" Wendy asked him as she opened up her sleeping bag and crawled in feet first.
Old Man McGucket rubbed his beard and stood up. "Flip a coin." He hooted.
"If only it were that easy." Wendy sighed and laid down. The soft sand was a cushion underneath her sleeping bag. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually gotten some sleep. Not to mention, for the first time in the past week, it felt like her life was moving at a normal pace. Everything had come at her so quickly and it felt amazing not having to deal with Bill Cipher, a near-death experience and people in general.
"It's as easy as you want it to be." McGucket told her as he kicked the diminishing flame and it sparked back up, crackling the wood that he had newly laid on top of the pile.
"So I'm over-thinking this whole thing? A decision that effects me for the rest of my life?" Wendy's tone became a little more snappy.
The local coot remained silent and looked past Wendy, at the light that had just turned on outside of the small shack that guarded the other side of the lake. "Well, I best be going. I have a date with a broken heart and a llama!"
Wendy tilted her head slightly to the side, unsure of who McGucket was talking about. "Whatever." She huffed, stuffing her body into her sleeping bag.
McGucket looked down at the back of Wendy's red hair and then looked over at a small twig that was next to him. He picked up the twig and silently drew something into the sand next to the fire, away from the water that inched up the sand on the beach. McGucket finished, threw the stick into the lake and ran off, on all fours into the woods.
Wendy sighed and closed her eyes, trying to keep her mind blank as she flipped her body over so she could look up at the night-time sky. Stars twinkled brightly in the black background and a full moon shone brightly to her right, glistening across the ripples in the lake. Directly above Wendy was a familiar sight, but it was a burden of a reminder. Seven stars shimmered in the darkness, it was the Big Dipper.
Location: Gravity Falls, OR
Pacifica turned her head back at the shack. Before, she hadn't really noticed that the shack was sticking halfway out of the ground. Some of the roof on the other side of the attic had snapped off and the Shack looked like it was going to sink further down, breaking like a house made of sticks. She shrugged before turning back around and gripping on to Robbie's shoulders. She must have been too focused at the task at hand, which she thought was a good thing.
Robbie leaned to his left and Pacifica followed suit as the motorcycle bent around a curve on a street heading towards town. "Where are we meeting him?" Pacifica asked her partner in crime.
"Wherever he shows up. This guy moves around most of the time, except for when he's working in the junkyard." Robbie said as he stopped quickly at a stop sign before zooming forward again.
"Then why aren't we going to the junkyard?" Pacifica asked, her hair was flapping in the wind and making her uneasy; she had just got it done before Robbie showed up at her house earlier that day.
Robbie glanced up at the full moon as he entered the town. "Hey, aren't you going to..."
Pacifica stopped him. "Not now." She huffed. "I just did my hair earlier. Besides, it really necessary right now? It's not like you need me to at the moment, right?"
"Well, I guess." Robbie said rolling his eyes as they stopped on the street in front of the Gravity Falls diner.
"Good. And I hope you don't expect me to eat here. The food is appalling." Pacifica said, hopping off the bike and taking off her helmet. She immediately tended to her hair, patting it down and fixing it as best she could with the brush she always carried on her.
Robbie took off his helmet and sighed. "You really are a piece of work, you know that?" He said with a slight smile as he put his helmet between his body and his leather jacket covered arm. Robbie took off his gloves and attempted to place them in his back pocket of his skinny jeans before realizing that they weren't fitting. He quickly stopped trying and put them in the small compartment the motorcycle had in the front.
"Oh shut it." Pacifica blushed. "I... just want the best." She said with a grin.
"I forgot to ask, how do you plan on getting the twins' blood for your dolls?" Robbie leaned nonchalantly up against his motorcycle and looked around, waiting for the person they were waiting for to show up.
"I know a few people who can help us out with that. All they wanted in return was some money. I also threw in some make-up. Those guys really need to fix their skin tone, it's ridiculously pale." She said in disgust as she walked over to the steps of the diner and sat down, fluffing her skirt as she did so.
Robbie pointed across the darkened street that was lit up by a few street lamps. He could make out a figure that looked like the resident of Gravity Falls they were supposed to meet. "He's here."
The shadowy figure ran across the street, avoiding two cars that were coming from both directions and honking their horns furiously. He walked down the sidewalk and into the lamp that lit up the parking lot of the diner. His white beard and white bandages were tinted yellow because of the lamp and he had sand on his knees. "How can I help you two?" Old Man McGucket asked with a smile.
Location: Oregon State Prison
"Where is he?" A tall man wearing a black jacket and dark jeans said to his friend as they walked up to Stan's 'El Diablo and peered through the window of the empty car. The man had long black hair that draped down to his shoulders and a thick bushy mustache. He had reddened eyes and the collar of his black polo that was underneath his jacket was propped up. There was a distinct tattoo on his neck that was of a black bat with red eyes and large fangs that were soaked and dripping with blood.
The man's friend, who was of average height, ducked down and searched underneath the car. "Beats me... This is their car, right?" The man asked as he stood up. He was wearing a black t-shirt that had been signed by his favorite heavy metal band, Plastallica. The t-shirt had a white insignia of the bands logo along with tour date on the back. He was also wearing normal blue jeans and brown steel toed hiking boots. This man had short brown hair that was covered by a hat which sported the logo of Oregon State's largest college. His neck featured the same picture of a bat as his taller comrade.
"Yeah, it is." The taller man said before thinking to himself. "I guess we wait outside for them."
"I don't see why we just go get some pig's blood and give it to the rich brat. It's not like she'd be able to tell the difference." The man with the white O on his hat said.
"Quiet Matt. She has people watching us." The taller man said, sitting down on the hood of the car and fixing something with his mouth.
"Still, I've never seen someone so desperate to get a child's blood. It's ridiculous Nick." Matt hopped up next to him on the roof.
"It's not like we have to kill them. Sure, they'll lose a little blood, but they'll be fine." Nick looked up at the stars. "It's a gorgeous night, isn't it?"
"I suppose so." Matt looked at the prison search lights that were frantically moving. "Wait a second. Why are they at a prison?"
"Excuse me, where's cell block E?" Stan asked a guard who was roaming inside the entrance of the prison building.
"Do you have valid clearance sir?" The guard asked. This man was huge and could have easily played football.
"It's my first day on the job, and being the old man I am, I forgot my identification at home." Stan conned the guard with a sad look as he lowered his head towards the ground. "But I suppose if it's okay if I get to it later, you know, these prisoners deserve dirty sheets."
The guard scratched his head and got closer to Stan putting his arm around his shoulder. "It's alright. My dad has Alzheimer's, so he's forgetting things all the time. Not to mention, the sheets haven't been changed in nearly three months, so it's long overdue." He said with a slight smile. "I'll lead the way."
The man led Stan down a corridor before taking a series of turns. Stan was taking a mental note of the hallways and rooms they passed, as was Dipper, just in case. Stan huffed silently as he pushed the cart, he was starting to think it would have been a better idea to have Soos push the cart.
"First day on the job, eh?" The friendly guard asked as they walked past cell block C. The prisoners were yelling at each other and a few guards were banging on cells with their night sticks. "I remember the last janitor, Steve. Speaking of which, I noticed that you two have the same first name." The man said pointing to the name tag on the gray uniform. "Talk about a coincidence." He chuckled, waving to a guard that was sitting at a desk near cell block D.
"Yeah, weird coincidence, right?" Stan chuckled nervously and silently wiped sweat that was building up on his forehead. They passed by an overhead sign that told them cell block E was to their right. They took a right down another long hallway and reached the entrance to the cell block.
"Here we are." The guard said as he pulled out his keys and opened up the gate.
"Here we are indeed." Stan said silently to himself as he reached for a fire extinguisher on the wall. Stan grabbed the fire extinguisher and put it on the side of the cart. He was going to need it to knock out this guard.