I don't own Gravity Falls. Please don't judge me for writing something so stupid for no reason... I'm tired, okay?
Yes, this will be a multi-chapter story, but don't expect me to go overboard with this... Okay, maybe I will. But also, I will update when I feel like it, because this is something I'm doing to relieve myself of stress. Because writing stupid things makes me feel better...
Don't judge me. Or do...
So, yeah, updates might be frequent, or non-frequent. We'll see.
Mabel gave a huff of boredom, sprawled across the floor with Waddles laying next to her. "Gravity Falls is usually so exciting... Why's today so boring?"
Her pig gave a soft oink as a response, and Mabel felt a smile tug at the corner of her mouth. "Even if it is boring, I have you with me."
Dipper and Mabel had gone back to Gravity Falls for another summer. Eager to spend more time with the twins, their great-uncles had sailed back over to the United States and all the way back to Oregon. While most of the summer so far had been exciting, today Mabel couldn't find anything to entertain herself with. She sighed deeply.
Mabel was laying on the floor of her and Dipper's attic bedroom in the shack. Dipper was out in the forest reading. He claimed that reading in the wilderness made it so he wasn't distracted by... Mabel... Which was understandable. Mabel liked to annoy Dipper while he was reading. Force of habit.
Mabel sighed again, a drawn-out and over-dramatic sound. She pushed herself up so that she was sitting on her knees. She reached for her phone which was on the floor a few feet away. The case was, of course, covered in sparkly glitter and many sequins. Go big or go home, right? Right.
Right...
Mabel unlocked her device and opened up a search-engine. She typed into it:
M s0 b0r3d wut do 1 do?
To her surprise, when she searched, something actually came up. She squinted to read the tiny text. It was one of those generator things that people make for some reason.
"'This generator consists of many different spells and curses. Read one of the random ones we have aloud, and watch the magic happen'," she read aloud. Then she shrugged. "What's the worst that can happen?"
She clicked the button that said "Generate". Letters flashed onto the screen as it seemed to pick a spell at random. It took it a moment before it stopped on one spell. Mabel drew in a deep breath as preparation to read the spell.
"'Spero te sicut feles. Derivari maniacal risus'."
Mabel blinked. Nothing happened. She groaned. "Should've known nothing would happen... Still, I guess it was worth a shot... Oh, wait, it has a description of the spell..."
Mabel glanced at the description of the spell, which she mentally slapped herself for not noticing early. "'This spell was used by the ancients... Not really. If nothing seems to happen when you read it, that is because this spell does not affect you. If you are curious to see what its effect was, we suggest you go and look for you sibling. Do not worry; the spell only lasts for a week. Oh, and have fun'."
Mabel blinked slowly, processing the information. "Does that mean... Did the spell do something to Dipper?"
She shook her head. "No... It's just fake."
Still, she couldn't quell the curiosity and worry that wormed in her stomach. This was Gravity Falls... Surely, there was a chance it could've done something?
"I... I'll go find him. There's nothing wrong, I'll prove it to myself! I'll find Dipper, and he'll be just like himself. He said he was out in the forest, didn't he?" she thought aloud, before pushing herself onto her feet. Waddles sat up and looked up at her expectantly.
"You wait here," Mabel giggled. "I'll be right back, okay? I just need to check on something."
With that, she walked over to the door and twisted the knob, before stepping out of the room. She made her way down the stairs, before exiting the shack.
A soft breeze greeted her, and she drew in a breath of the fresh-air. She surveyed the front lawn, looking for any sign of her brother. When she didn't see him, she assumed he went deeper into the forest.
Maybe he's at that river? she thought. Earlier that summer, Dipper had found a river that wound through the forest. He spent quite a lot of time there, now, and Mabel guessed he would be there.
So, she trudged into the forest. She could hear soft birdsong overhead, and the pine branches swayed slightly in the breeze. All was peaceful... But, now Mabel was here.
"DIPPER!" she yelled, cupping her hands over her mouth. "WHERE ARE YA, BRO?"
For a moment, she didn't hear a response. Then, after listening closely, she heard him.
"Uh, Mabel?"
His voice sounded... off. It wasn't just that he sounded worried and nervous, but also that his voice was, if it was even possible, more high-pitched. It was softer, and Mabel thought she could hear a meow mixed into it...
"What the heck..." Mabel murmured, following his voice. "Dipper, what's wrong?"
She didn't get a response back. And so, she rounded a large tree and came across the river. Water sprayed the air, crashing into stones in the river, though softly. She thought she could see a few fish swimming in its current, and sunlight reflected off of it, golden.
Mabel glanced around, before she saw something by the roots of a tree.
It was a cat. A dark gray tabby with black stripes and russet-colored paws. The cat had a red nose, and ginger fur around its leaf-green eyes and its white muzzle. But what surprised her was that the cat had one paw placed on the top of Dipper's hat, which was laying on the ground -the pine tree one, as he and Wendy had traded back.
The cat's eyes widened as Mabel came into view, and Mabel placed her hands over her mouth to stifle a gasp of shock. "Dipper? Is that you?"
"Mabel, if you had anything to do with this, I will claw your face off."
It was Dipper.
Mabel was about to break out into laughter, but stopped herself when Dipper unsheathed his claws. Geez, he wasn't joking... she thought.
"Don't laugh, Mabel, or I swear I will attack you."
Okay, that was too much. The threat was there, but mixed with a soft cat meow? Yeah, that set Mabel off.
She laughed. Hard. The people halfway across the world probably could've heard her. "D-Dipper," she wheezed in between her laughter, "w-what happened?"
"I don't know, you tell me!" he yowled. "You did have something to do with this, didn't you!?"
Mabel wiped a tear from under hear eye. "Okay, maybe."
"MABEL, WHAT THE HECK DID YOU DO!? WHY AM I A CAT!?"
"Okay, so I may have cast an teeny-tiny spell..."
"MABEL."
"I didn't know what it would do!"
"THAT'S EVEN MORE OF A REASON NOT TO CAST IT."
"I..."
"Mabel, show me the spell."
Mabel dug her phone out of her pocket. She had stuffed it in there when she was in the shack. After she unlocked the device, she went onto the website and showed Dipper the spell that was still displayed on the screen.
He studied the words for a moment. "It's Latin..." he mumbled to himself. Then his furry ears flattened to his head as he groaned. "Mabel, really?"
"What? What does it say?"
Dipper glared at her. "It says 'I hope you like cats. Cue maniacal laughter'. I THINK THAT'S A PRETTY GOOD SIGN THAT THE SPELL'S EVIL, MABEL!"
Mabel gave him a sheepish grin, shoving her phone back in her pocket. "I mean, is it really evil? You're a cat! That's like, amazing! And besides, the spell only lasts for a week, so-"
"A WEEK, MABEL? SO I HAVE TO BE A STUPID CAT FOR A WEEK!?"
Mabel flinched slightly. "Geez, does your throat hurt yet? You're yowling a lot."
"Cats are supposed to yowl, Mabel," Dipper grumbled. "I've got plenty more yowling where that came from."
"But, okay, I'm sure if we tell Grunkle Ford, he can find a way to fix this."
Dipper shot to his paws. "Mabel, no. I don't want them to see me as a cat. I'd never hear the end of it."
"Aw, come on, Dipper. You're adorable!"
"THAT'S THE POINT! STAN WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME ALONE ABOUT IT. Plus, he probably won't believe it's me, and he'd just force Soos to make me an attraction: The Talking Cat."
Mabel rolled her eyes. "Well, what do you want me to do? Not tell them?"
"Yes."
"Well how would I hide the fact that my brother is a cat? I-"
She stopped herself, forming a wide grin. A wide, devilish grin. "I KNOW! I can pretend I found a cat in the forest -which, technically I did- and then, for a week, you can be my pet!"
"Mabel, that sounds wrong on so many levels and in so many ways."
"Aw, come on Dipstick."
"Okay, even if that does work, how would you explain the fact that I'm missing for a week?"
Mabel scowled at him. "You're the one who didn't want me to tell them in the first place."
Dipper rolled his eyes.
"I'll think of something, okay?"
Dipper sighed. "Alright, fine."
"Hey, wait, how can you even talk if you're a cat?"
Dipper shrugged -if a cat can even do that. "I have no idea. You're the one who turned me into a cat, so don't go asking me."
"Dipper, don't you think Grunkle Ford would know that it's you...?"
"Hopefully not," Dipper muttered.
"Okay, Dipper, but I'll hide the fact that you're a cat, on two conditions."
Dipper flattened his ears to his head again, annoyed. "Ugh. Fine."
"Condition number one: I want to pet you."
"No."
"YES."
"NO."
"YES."
"FINE. JUST PLEASE DON'T MAKE IT WEIRD."
Mabel reached out her hand and ran it along his back. His fur was so soft... Mabel let out a squeak of excitement, so loud that she barely missed the sound Dipper made.
"Dipper, are you purring?" she asked, stepping back.
"NO," he yowled indignantly. "I WAS NOT."
"YOU TOTALLY WERE," Mabel laughed. "OH MY GOSH, DIPPER, YOU PURRED!"
"NO I DIDN'T."
"YES YOU DID."
"Great, I'm a cat and my sister is teasing me. This is just perfect."
"Don't you mean, this is just purrfect?"
"NO CAT PUNS, MABEL!"
"Aw, come on, Dipper, I'm just kitten around!"
"I hate you."
"You have a bad catitude, Dipper!"
"Shut up. What's the next condition though?"
"It was that you have to let me make cat jokes and puns!"
"MABEL. Ugh, fine."
"YAY!"
"I hate you."
"I know, Dipper. Maybe I deserve it... But I knew I could purrsuade you!"
Dipper raised his muzzle to the sky. "WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!?"
"Oh, shush, Dipper. Don't ruin the meowment."
"Mabel, can we please do something now, instead of make stupid cat jokes?"
"Why, Dipper? It's meow or never!"
"MABEL."
Mabel crossed her arms and huffed. "Fine, but I will make more puns, later."
"I don't doubt that."
So, yeah. I hope that wasn't too weird and stupid.
I'll try to have the next chapter come out soon, and I'll try to make this story as funny as possible. In the next chapters, I will do a lot of random things. You know how cats are afraid of cucumbers for some reason? And how they run out of rooms randomly and jump into the air randomly? You know how they knock stuff over for no apparent reason, on purpose? You know all the other random things cats do?
Well, Dipper, I hope you're prepared. I will torture you, while not actually torturing you.
Until next time!