HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
(My birthday was last week but never mind that...)
So sorry for not updating last week, my birthday and such made me busy, and I also have school. I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry
Ahem.
So, team assembled. How's things gonna go? Is Gideon gonna make everyone ticked off?
I woke up on the floor.
How did I end up here? I sleep in the middle.
I then realize that Dipper and Mabel are on the floor too, rubbing their heads. I realize mine is throbbing.
"Earthquake?" Dipper asks.
"Probably. Or Bill is sending us a message." Mabel says.
"Why do you say that?" I ask her.
She points to the very obvious shattered window with the broken glass shards spelling "ALMOST" on the ground.
"Why didn't we notice that before?" Dipper says.
"Dunno."
"Good morning kids." Grunkle Stan says, putting stuff back on shelves. "There must have been some earthquake last night."
"There was." Stanley said, scanning the cipher wheel page in his journal. Oh right. We still need to tell the Stans about the meeting.
"Um...Stanley?" Dipper asks nervously.
"Yes Dipper?"
"We may or may not have gotten all the symbols together for a meeting at noon today!" Mabel says, innocently.
"How?"
"Even Gideon?" Stan asks.
"I possibly agreed to trade my soul to Bill if we fail so that we could get Gideon to join the team, whoops." I add.
"WHAT?! Pacifica, do you realize what you have done?!" Yells Stanley.
"Look, I've been through this lecture from Dipper once before, not in the mood. There's a clearing in the woods not too far from here, everyone is meeting there at noon, like Mabel said. Everyone will be there, and I'm sure Bill will be there too. So, try to keep us alive."
"But-"
"I gotta go make some Mabel juice! This could take alllllll dayyyyyyy!" Mabel yells, dashing to the kitchen.
"Coffee and nightmares had a baby, and that baby is Mabel Juice." Stan mutters.
11:45.
I do some mental math.
15 minutes, 60 seconds each. 15 times 6 is 90, add a zero to compensate for the 0 in 60. 900 seconds. 900 seconds until the meeting starts.
Nope, wait, 885.
A giant jug of Mabel juice and cups sit on a stump. I fixed up some quick cookies, I dunno how long the meeting is gonna take and some of us might not have eaten lunch, so may as well provide refreshments. We all dragged some chairs here and made a small fire pit in case it starts to get cold later. I sit in a folding chair, and glance around. Stanley is doing soime supernatural stuff, to prevent Bill from coming I guess, I dunno. Dipper is helping. Mabel is knitting a sweater out of a huge pile of yarn to keep her busy. Soos and Wendy arrived early, and Wendy is lounging around, glad to be free of her brothers. Soos is setting up the last few chairs. I lean my head back and close my eyes.
It's unbelieveable what I've been caught up in.
One part of me wants this to be a huge crazy dream. That I don't have to save the world or do anything but look pretty.
But if I wake up, it's not like it'll be any better than what's happening now.
I hear trees rustle, and Gideon arrives. 11:50. He's a touch early. All we're missing is McGucket and Robbie.
"Gideon! You better not do anything funny." Stan says, accusingly.
"I have no intention of doing anything Stanford. I'm just here because Ms. Northwest requested my presence."
"I've got my eyes on you."
Gideon sits down nonchalantly on a chair, but I can tell from the ways his eyes flick around nervously, he's worried about Bill, or...something. Maybe police. Mabel glares at him uneasily.
"Gideon?" I ask.
"Huh?"
"You're not plotting anything, right?"
"What's there for me to plot for? You told me yourself, no one will listen to anyone else if Bill takes over. We need order to bring chaos. If there's chaos, then there's no point in causing it, y'know?"
"...Yeah."
I see McGucket arrive, holding the laptop. He clutches it tightly, wearing his goggles with one eye. 11:55.
"Hi there McGucket." Mabel greets him.
He gives a nervous nod, looking around. Finally, he boots up the laptop. It's a huge clunker compared to modern ones, but it's functioning pretty well. McGucket types in a password and starts pressing buttons maniacally. I keep an eye on the trees for Robbie.
Arrive he does, at exactly noon. He looks around at the group, looking bored. He then mutters under his breath, I feel an eerie presence all of a sudden, then he looks at ease. He sits down. Dipper, Stanley, and Soos join us.
"Is...Is everyone here?" I say somewhat softly as everyone seats themselves. Dipper does a head count.
"Yep. That's all of us. Take it away Pacifica."
"Well, we're all here for a reason. We're here because-"
And then a bright light envelopes us all.
"What's going on? Why is everything...gray?" Robbie asks. He tries to summon his ghosts again, but it doesn't work.
"Bill crashed our meeting!" Mabel yells, growling.
"Hey guys! Just here to deliver a message!" Bill says, almot sounding friendly.
"Shut it Bill! What do you want?" I scream.
"I just wanted to say that since you're all together, your powers will start coming about, you know."
"Really?" Wendy asks, glancing at her hands.
"All except Stitched Heart. He's had his since he was born."
Robbie nods in surprised agreement.
"Shooting Star, you're first!" Bill yell.s Then he fades away.
We wake up.
"Ugh, what happened?" Stan asks.
"We were in the dreamworld." Stanley explains, rubbing his eyes.
"What did he mean by saying that I'm first?" Mabel asks, worried.
"You'll be first to get your powers, not counting Robbie. Probably." Dipper explains.
"What do you mean?" I ask. I then notice something. Mabel's fingers have a sort of pink glow buzzing around them.
"What's going on?" Mabel yells.
"Everyone, duck!" Yells McGucket.
I do, just in time, as Mabel launches a bright yellow shooting star with a pink tail out of her hands.
How was that?
ALSO: I'm looking for someone to make cover art. PM me if you're willing to make some or know someone who can.
-Skye
