Mabel reached out and pointed a finger at her brothers face. She then used the tip of that finger to gently poke the end of his nose.

"Of course its alive Dipstick. I mean it's trying to talk." She looked down at her bowl, her voice becoming sweet and delicate, "Isn't that right Tuesday, you wanna talk?"

Dipper scowled down at his sister's finger before swatting it off his face.

"Mabel. That's not normal."

The mold called out, its voice a gargle that sounded much like a person being drowned.

"Awww." she cooed, "Look at it. Such a small little whatever."

Dipper cringed, his logic finding the situation unpleasant.

"Mabel, I don't think..."

His sister ignored him and set the bowl back down on the countertop. After this, she rubbed the top of the mold gently before returning to the sauce. Her hands moved to give it a big long stir before lifting some to her mouth and tasting it.

"Dinner is almost ready." She said as she went to drain the noodles.

There was an occasional and disgustingly distorted sound coming out of the bowl on the counter. Dipper decided he would try to forget that sound, no matter how it made his skin crawl. At least, until, he could find a way to get it from his sister to test what it was. For now, he just wanted to grab that glass of water he came for. Once he was finished getting it he sat down at the table, his eyes glancing up at the bowl. Slowly he sloshed the water in the cup as he thought of what it could really be. An alien? A mutation? He brought the glass to his mouth and took a long gulp of the water before setting it down and resting his head on his hand.

This had been a really long day, and it was looking like it was going to be a really long night. Dipper had been in town for about a month now with no real occurrences, there were a few sightings of the strange here and there, but nothing big. There was nothing that required he do something about it. Until now. He had a job, in a way. Hired by Ford a little bit into his second masters in science. Ford paid him well.

Dipper loved his job, most of the time. Unlike his uncle Ford though, he needed breaks.

"Alright! Dinner is done. Wana wake Grunkle Stan?"

"Not really, you know how he gets. It's spaghetti, just stick some in the fridge and he will get into it when he is hungry."

He then got up to make himself a plate of noodles before sitting back down, he watched his sister do the same. Mabel took her bowl back to the table as well, placing it beside her plate of spaghetti as she ate. Dipper tried his best to ignore that his sister was eating by some weird unnatural mold. He could somewhat see its round body rolling around through the clear glass bowl. It seemed to be ramming itself in the direction of the spaghetti.

Mabel turned and looked at her mold, noticing this as well. She smiled and said, "You're hungry huh. A baby's gotta eat more than just sugary foods right?"

She twirled some noodles and placed them in the bowl, a bit of it missed, and hung off the edge. Though Dipper couldn't clearly see the mold, he could still make out what was happening. The mold shook as it ate the noodles, its mouth wide enough to look like the thing was cut in half. Once out of noodles he saw a weirdly long tongue lick up the sauce.

Dippers eye twitched, slightly disgusted.

Eventually the mold had run out of its food that had been at the bottom of the bowl, but there was still some at the edge. He watched, somewhat fascinated, as the mold tried to at first reach the food with its tongue. After it couldn't the mold began rolling into the glass again until, upon its struggles and failing, it stopped.

The mold then shook. Dippers fork fell out of his grasp. It made a loud clink as it hit the corner of the ceramic plate. Hands. It was growing hands. He watched as they developed on its body and then stretch out on long spindly arms toward the noodles. It grabbed for them, and it ate.

"Mabel..."

"What?" She asked, her face covered in a mess of red pasta sauce.

Dipper closed his eyes and went back to eating, something inside giving up.

"Nothing.", he answered quietly.

At that moment he decided to put this mystery on hold. There were more important things do deal with such as finding his book and dealing with the forest. Thus the weirdness that was Mabel's mold mystery was going to have to wait