To avoid confusion - when 12-year-old Mabel is the viewpoint character, 'Mabel' refers to her, with the other Mabel referred to strictly as 'Future Mabel'. Likewise, when 22-year-old Mabel is the viewpoint character, she is referred to simply as 'Mabel' while kid Mabel is 'Past Mabel' or 'Young Mabel'. Good thing they don't visit Dimension MAB-3L as well.
"...And so I said, 'kibbutzim? I don't even know 'im!' HAHAHA! Haha…. hah ...s'yeah, anyway, that's how I got banned from Kazakhstan."
Mabel fidgeted in her seat, managing a little chuckle as her future self, sitting opposite her in their booth at Greasy's Diner, finished another anecdote about all the cool stuff she's been up to (or from her perspective, will be up to, but she'd long since resolved to not think too much about time travel tenses) - and Mabel herself will get to do, too, assuming she hasn't messed up the timeline too much.
Apparently she, Stan and Ford once went hunting for UFOs in Russia for her 20th birthday; that made her smile again, knowing that her Grunkles would eventually make up, even if it took the literal end of the world to force the issue - and as a bonus, apparently they killed that isosceles jerk for good, too! They both knew she probably shouldn't be telling her younger self so much about her future, but Mabel admitted that, after everything that happened today, she'd probably do the same. To heck with the time police!
There was still something bothering her, though - okay, a lot of things - and the longer she sat there, the more obvious it became. She'd come down from the emotional high of meeting her future self, and since arriving at Greasy's, her laughter became quieter and quieter, her big braces-filled grin smaller and smaller.
Future Mabel hadn't noticed quite yet, as she took another bite out of her Double Raspburger - secret menu item they'd discovered, a double cheeseburger topped with raspberry jam.
"Mmmm-mmm-mmm, thish ish amazhing!" she said in mid-chew, scattering bits of bun and sesame seed from her mouth. "I'm sho glad we sholved that menu cryptogram! Thish wash made for me! It'sh like I jumped even further back in time and gave Mr. Greashy or whoever the idea! How the heck did I mish thish back when I wash you?"
She took a pause to swallow and then turned to face the counter. "'EY, SUSAN! Random thought! If y'ever cancel this, bring it back in exactly ten years! Like a limited edition nostalgia dealy!"
"...Oh!" she could hear 'Lazy' Susan respond from inside the kitchen. "What an oddly specific request! ...Suuuure!"
This was followed shortly by draws slamming and pots clattering, probably because Susan took that request literally and went to mark it somewhere.
It was a funny image, one that made Mabel chuckle again… but it trailed off, and she sighed, glancing down at the table. That finally made her future self take notice.
"Hey… what's up, Past Me?" Future Mabel said, softly, putting down her Raspburger. "You haven't even touched your chicken fingers. Ooh, that one looks like a mobius strip!" she said, pointing it out.
The sight of a mobius chicken strip placed the source of her current attitude in sharper relief. She'd known since they'd ordered their food that something was bothering her; compared to Future Mabel's excitement over her Raspburger with a side of fries and a banana shake, Present Mabel settled for a comparatively modest plate of chicken fingers and a Pitt cola, neither of which she'd touched at all; a far cry from her usual big-eater tendencies. She couldn't place the reason, perhaps because there were so many to choose from that they blended together into an indistinct mass, but then she remembered…
Dipper once made a video about a mobius chicken strip. Her future self hadn't mentioned him at all… well, that's not entirely true. He came up once or twice. But it didn't sound like he came to Russia with her and the Grunkles. No mention of what they were up to in Gravity Falls in the summers to come. Apparently he did come home with her to Piedmont after all, but… again, end of the world. That had been averted. She won't pretend to understand time travel, but if her future self hasn't already been bzorped out of existence, then they must be in an alternate timeline right now. One where Dipper is still gonna stay here with Ford and Stan is still gonna get kicked out...
"It's just…" Mabel finally said, glancing out the window and at the dark street outside. "I dunno, my brain's being stupid again. Just seems like… everything only worked out 'cause the apocalypse happened. The one that I caused. Or… would have done. Which sucks. But if… if you killed Bill for good, and everything's great, why would you go back in time?"
Future Mabel snapped to attention.
Silence. Far too much silence.
She began to fidget, drum her fingers on the table, loudly slurp up her milkshake. As though making enough noise would drown out the silence. It didn't work.
"It's…" she finally said, "...it's complicated. To be honest, I hadn't meant to go back by 10 years. I only wanted to go back 10 days. ...I wasn't looking at the display…" she sheepishly admitted, clasping her hands in front of her and glancing at the floor.
"...Oh. But wait, if you hadn't meant to come back to 2012, why not just jump forward again?"
"It's not that simple. I wasn't using one of those time-tape thingies; i-in the future, Dr. McGucket - or Old Man McGucket, as you call him - is gonna reverse-engineer one and build a time machine you can install in your car. Yeah, just like that movie. It's kinda… not finished. And it uses some weird power source that we haven't even discovered yet; a-and by 'we' I mean 'humanity'. You can only find 'em in alien spaceships. Dork Matter batteries."
"Um… you mean dark matter?" Mabel asked; she vaguely remembered Dipper mentioning that once.
"Nah, Dork Matter. We played rock-paper-scissors to see who would name it, Grunkle Stan won. Prob'ly 'cause he was the only one who didn't pick rock," Future Mabel said, before addressing her own fist. "Stupid rock, I thought I could trust you! I wanted to call it 'Sparkly Zoom-Zoom Goop!'"
Mabel made a mental note - never use rock. Sparkly Zoom-Zoom Goop would see the light of day.
"Anyway, after I got here…"
A few hours earlier…
'FWOOOOSH'
For just a fraction of a second, all the air in the world was sucked away, leaving Mabel and her van in a vacuum. It may have only lasted that long, yet the force, akin to opening the door to a plane in mid-flight, was so strong that even after she reappeared in the physical world in a flash of blue sparks, she still felt almost suffocated, her muscles strained from keeping her grip on the steering wheel.
The sudden blast of air she received as it all came back was almost overwhelming; her concentration shot to hell, the van began to swerve uncontrollably around this road she found herself on. Tires squealing and smoke spewing, she struggled to regain control of the runaway vehicle.
It was then she realized she wasn't driving in a straight line - she was drifting. More importantly, she wasn't on a road at all, but a parking lot. And... she wasn't actually moving anywhere. She was just doing donuts. Getting all the air sucked out of her lungs and then shoved back in in the space of a second must have confused her.
The moment she realized this, she shifted the gear stick to Neutral (or 'H' as the reading says - it's in cyrillic) and slammed her foot on the brakes. The brake brakes for stopping with, not the drifty smoky handbrakes. Okay sure, the handbrake is for stopping too, but who ever uses it like that?
Finally stationary, she took a few moments to get her bearings - and more importantly, allow her dizzied vision to reset, and hopefully let her stomach either settle or expel its contents onto the passenger seat. Wouldn't be the first time. There's a reason she hung all those rainbow air fresheners from the rear-view mirror.
Looking outside, she couldn't quite make out where she was, on account of the huge cloud of smoke she'd conjured. This did have a plus side, though, as it also obscured her from view, so hopefully no-one would notice this rusty old hot pink van bzorping in from out of nowhere. Still, she knew it wouldn't last. She needed to get to a better hiding spot.
Luckily, the wind was blowing away from the direction of an alleyway; shifting to Reverse (or 'P') gear, she stuck her head out the window and guided the van back into the alley, pulling off a twisty reverse 90-degree turn to get behind the massive building the parking lot was servicing. She braked, putting the van to rest among the dumpsters.
Finally, she could stop and relax. For a little bit, at least. Until she figured out what the heck she was even doing. She undid her seatbelt and allowed her head to fall into the dashboard. So she did it, she stole McGucket's prototype and used it to go back 10 days, but now what? She'd figured 10 days was a decent margin to stop the accident, but she had no idea where it was going to happen, much less which exact day. For all she knew, she might already be too late.
"Nngrhh, stupid frumpy government spooks and their stupid need-to-know-basis…" Mabel muttered under her breath. "Why'd you have to mix yourself up with them, Dip-Dop? After all the trouble keeping secrets has caused and you run to the ones whose whole job is to keep secrets…"
Oh yes, there you go again, a voice in the back of her head spoke up, you've only got yourself to blame for this. You drove him away. That's your problem, you're too clingy. And why? Everyone handled Weirdmageddon just fine while you were living it up in your safe bubble. They don't need you.
She brought a fist down on the dashboard, shooting back up. "AUGHHHHH! I am so not in the mood for your frank but cutting assessment of my character, weird mind-voice!"
Mabel really didn't need this self-loathing right now. After 10 years of it's all your fault it's all your fault it's all your fault , she'd had just about enough; she came here to do a job and do it right for once.
...And already, she hit a snag.
She looked at the control panel for McGucket's prototype. Specifically, the spot where the desired date goes. She had been expecting to see 8-14-2022.
What she saw instead was 8-24-2012.
"Huh…? 24th August, 2012? ...No, no, no, no, no, no! That's not right, that's… that's…" she stopped herself, inhaling sharply, closing her eyes.
Think, Mabel. Be calm. She just made a mistake, that's all. She must have just goofed it up and put the wrong date in by accident. It's no biggie. Just get back out into that parking lot and go back again… uh, forward. Back relative to her starting point, forward relative to now . ...She had a headache, and it was starting to get kinda hot in there. Like, really hot. Even by august standards.
"Wait. Has it overh-...?"
She scrabbled at her seatbelt to get it undone, before bursting out of the van, not even bothering to close the door behind her. Rushing over to the side door, she opened it up and clambered into the back - most of which was taken up by the oversized steel box that McGucket called a time machine. Red warning lights were going off all over the place, alarms were buzzing, and there was the scent of what smelled like burning moldy bread in the air; not to mention, it was practically a furnace back there.
"Ohhhhh, poop! POOP-DARNIT!" she exclaimed - of course, the prototype wasn't designed to go back much further than a few months at most, and she, like an idiot, sent it back 10 years! The battery had probably melted from the stress!
Fortunately McGucket at least designed a way to cool it down, and you didn't even need a PhD in supergenius-ology to figure it out. Mabel opened a cap labelled 'IN CASE OF CRITICAL MELTDOWN, INSERT COOLANT'. She then turned her attention to a cooler she'd brought along; opening it up, she picked up one of several large bottles of ice water, harvested from the arctic wastes of the back of her freezer! Savouring the chilly sensation in her hands, she opened the lid and poured the ice water down the hatch - and sure enough, steam began to burst forth from several strategically-placed vents, creating an impromptu sauna. Most importantly, however, the warning lights disappeared, indicating it was safe to check the battery.
She opened up the Dork Matter battery compartment. There was… something in there, but it didn't look like a battery. More like a puddle of bubbling liquid metal, slowly draining out of the bottom.
"Oh, no, NO, NO!" she almost screamed at the sight, clutching her head in panic. Hyperventilating, she forced herself to turn away and walk back outside, away the sauna she'd created.
Welp, ain't that typical? You screwed it all up again, like always.
"Hnnnnng, shut up, shut up…" she muttered to herself, teeth clenched. She began pacing around. Her chest rose up and down like a wave.
Mabel needed to stop and think. Okay. So she's stranded in 2012. Her time machine doesn't have a power source because it just melted, and she has no idea where she could find a new one. Meanwhile, in the future, Dipper could be horribly hurt, or worse, and instead of just acting like an adult and facing him, she thought she could cheat…
"HNNNG!" she shrieked inside her closed mouth.
Positives, think of positives! She won't get anywhere by complaining. From the looks of things, she was still in Gravity Falls, at least, so she knows that prototype isn't a teleporter as well. If it was 2012, she figures the building next to her is still the Gravity Malls, not the offices of the Chipper Woodchip Recycling Company. She knows for a fact that there's a crashed UFO just outside town - they might have some Dork Matter.
Actually, wait… wasn't the 24th of August that day when…?
"aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA…!"
Mabel looked up as she could make out the distinct sound of squeaky pubescent boy screeching - Dipper! His voice is one-of-a-kind!
She could only briefly make out her brother's 12-year-old self - down here, he was just an indistinct blue-and-orange splotch attached to some… freaky smooth alien spacecraft. It came woooshing over the mall at supersonic speed, creating a strong breeze that almost knocked her back; she raised an arm to shield herself, as bits of paper and garbage scattered across the ground. Less than a second later, she heard a loud 'CRASH' as the spacecraft shot right through the water tower off in the distance. ...How is it that she could see that thing from anywhere in town?
Oh yeah… today was when he went off with Grunkle Ford on a smarty mission to find some alien superglue or whatever. Then he almost became his apprentice and left her to go back home to Piedmont alone… that was a sucky day.
Why did history have to repeat itself?
Wait.
Something else happened that day, didn't it?
Mabel froze. She could feel the air escaping her lungs again, but she was paralyzed, powerless to react.
Images flashed before her eyes. She was 12 again. The time travel guy stood before her, palm outstretched.
Just a little more summer…
Oops.
The rift, shattered into pieces. His goggles rising, revealing those eyes, glowing like fireballs. The laughing. The laughing… the thoughts that raced through her head before she passed out.
You chose wrong. Everyone will suffer now, because of you.
It's all your fault. It's all your fault. It's all your fault.
It'sallyourfaultit'sallyourfaultit'sallyourfaultit'sallyourfaultit'sallyourfault
"Weirdmageddon. I have to stop it."
The van was busted; all the strain she'd given it did a number on its ability to… well, start. Whatever, that didn't matter. She'd find another way. Locking it up, she covered it with a nearby tarp someone had thrown away, and headed inside the mall.
She wasn't here to do shopping, as nostalgic as that would be. The sun was still out, but the Mall was beginning to empty as evening approached, so she figured she had barely enough time to track down who she was looking for. Now that she'd had that vision, she remembered this day as though it was yesterday - not, from her perspective, 10 years ago. She'd lament her bad luck, choosing this day, of all days, to get stranded in, but that wouldn't help. She needed to get serious. So serious.
She was so serious, she scrunched up her face into the most serious grimace she could imagine. Seeeeriiiioooous.
She remembered where everyone was that day, and at what time. If Dipper and Grunkle Ford were in the closing stages of their mission, she - her 12-year-old self - would have gone back to the Shack. Grunkle Stan was there, too. Wendy was… okay, she had no idea where she would have gone after registering for high school. That left Soos. After he dropped her off at the Shack, he said he needed to go get his computer repaired, because it blew up after he tried making another episode of Fixin' It With Soos. So he should be at the mall somewhere.
Sure enough, after a ten-minute search, she found him standing around at P.C. Mackintosh's Computer Emporium, talking to a bespectacled technician behind the front desk.
"Sir, with all due respect, have you considered just buying a new computer?" the technician said, pointing at the pile of plastic that was once Soos' computer, "Your current model saw action in the '87 stock market crash. Not only is it in fifteen pieces, I checked the hard drives - it's riddled with so many viruses, if it was a city the government would drop a nuke on it! ...In my professional opinion."
"Huh… thought I cleared all those out after mi Abuelita got over her online shopping phase," Soos replied, brushing his chin in thought. "Or… could be those 'presents' that .GIFfany gave me when we were dating. Pro tip, by the way: never get too attached to a dating simulator, especially if they threaten to kill you and all your friends! Trust me, it won't go well." he added, cheerfully, as though he was giving dating advice. ...Which he kind of was, but still.
"Um… noted."
Mabel had been about to rush in and call Soos' name, but she stopped herself at the last moment. It's 2012, Soos only knows her as that sparkly kid with the pig and braces ( who puts smiles on ev'ry-one's faces! ...mental force of habit). He wouldn't recognize her as she is now; she's a stranger, no different from anyone else in this mall. She'd need to play it casual.
"Excuuuuuuse me, kind sirree!" she said, sliding next to him at the desk with the most over the top 'casual' expression she could muster - almost drooping onto the desk, her eyes half-closed, her mouth half-open and a bit of drool coming out, like she was about to have a stroke.
"AGH! A WOMAN!" Soos yelled in shock. "Uh, I mean… ah, a woman!" he repeated, this time trying to sound flirty. That went away quickly. "Uh, I-I mean…"
Mabel, unsure if it was just Soos' awkwardness around women talking or her choice of entry, wiped the drool from her face and stood up straight, gently patting the handyman on the shoulder. "It's okay, it's okay. Y-you get nervous around women, I can tell."
Soos chuckled awkwardly, brushing her hand off his shoulder, and his face went all red. "Heheh… yeah, got me good…"
As funny and uncomfortable as this was, Mabel didn't want to waste any time; she could mess with her friends' past selves later. Right now she had an apocalypse she needed to avert. She stood up straight, adjusting her shorts.
"Anyway! I, uh… I've heard legends around this town of a… legendary… handyman who works at the legendary Mystery Shack! And if mine eyes doth not deceiveth me, thou amst lookingeth at himeth right now...eth!"
As expected, Soos adjusted his cap with a huge grin on his face, trying hard not to look proud. "Heheh. Yep-eth, that's me, dude! Forgive me if I'm bein' forward, but I'm, uh, kinda taken right now. Say, have I seen you before somewhere? You look kinda familiar. Maybe you were at the last FCLORP meeting? Your olde butcherede englische is on point!"
That last question came out of nowhere, while Mabel was still distracted by the weird feeling brought about by Soos thinking she was hitting on him. Super weird. ...Of course he had to recognize her face, though; he'd only been spending every day hanging out with her younger self this particular summer.
"Actually…" she said, with a point, "um… maybe you've met my, ah… niece, Mabel Pines? She's been staying at the- your workplace this summer. People have said we look… like, identical. As if I'm her but ten years older. Psh, imagine that!"
Soos gasped. "You're her an' Dipper's aunt?! Guess you do kinda give off 'cool aunt' vibes. Woah, long-lost family members comin' outta the woodworks this summer, dude. ...Uh, pretend ya didn't hear that."
"I've already forgotten!"
"Phew. So, uh, what was your name, again?"
"Glad you asked! It's Ma… May… May-May! The kids call me Auntie May-May, obvs. Y'ever gotten a Mabel Hug? That's me, I taught her everything she knows about hugging! In fact, it took me unspeakable amounts of self-control to not hug you the moment I saw ya!"
Mabel wasn't even lying when she said that. Not just because of the situation, but also because… well, it's Soos. How can you not want to hug him?
"Well, happy to meetcha, Auntie May-May!" he said, offering her a fist bump; which she accepted, following up with a customary 'PRSSSHHH' explosion gesture. "So, uh, you here for Dipper an' Mabel's 13th birthday bash?"
"Why, yes! I was just passing through on the way to… Vegas! An' I have a care package of… yarn balls! Sooo many yarn balls, you can't even imagine! In fact, that's why I was lookin' for you - I need someone to gimme a lift to the Shack. Like, right now. 'Cause the yarn balls are weighing down my car. Pleeeeease?"
She made sure to clasp her hands together and give him her best puppy-dog eyes; they had mixed success at 22, but she knew they'd work on Soos.
"Haha, okay, sure! How could I resist eyes like those?"
They were walking out of the shop seconds later, leaving behind the very confused and slightly scared computer technician who'd been with them in the room the entire time.
Soos spent the entire trip over to the Shack talking her ears off about something or another, but Mabel was only half-listening. He was talking about her and Dipper's various adventures, albeit modified to exclude most of the Weird stuff. Kinda surprising, he even left out the whole Pterodactyl Bros. thing. He had more tact than even she realized.
Now that she'd accomplished her goal of getting a lift to the Shack, she didn't need to pretend to be calm and smooth anymore, so she took the opportunity to quietly panic; it was unlikely she'd get another chance, whatever happened next. She asked herself why she was even doing this; she knew she shouldn't mess around with history, but what's the alternative? Lock herself in Grunkle Ford's gross old bunker (she could do that, she knew the code) and wait it out? Just by being here she might have altered history enough for that isosceles jerk to win, if he shows up.
Besides, the thought of doing anything else just made her feel sick. For 10 years, this has haunted her; she'd always said to herself, if she could go back and undo Weirdmageddon somehow, make it so that no-one had to suffer because of her, she would. The only reason she'd never tried before was because it wouldn't even make a difference to her, it'd just create an alternate timeline.
Well. She'd already driven away her brother. Maybe if he stayed with Ford in 2012 after all, he won't get into that accident. Maybe then this alternate version of Mabel could deal with the pain of separation much sooner. It might not change her own future, but it would create a better future for someone.
After a half-hour drive, the sun was beginning to set. They pulled up to the Shack, and Mabel immediately bolted out, before they'd even stopped. Soos had tried to say something - if she had to guess, he finally noticed she hadn't actually brought any yarn balls along with her - but she couldn't hear him over the sound of her furiously banging on the door to the gift shop.
"Sorry, lady, the Mystery Shack's closed right now!" she could hear the gruff voice of her Grunkle Stan speak up, as he walked over to investigate. "I can give ya an after-hours tour, but the price is squared! An' you gotta put up with me bein' cranky the whole time, 'cause I ain't gettin' back into character at this time o' the evenin'!"
"Hnnng…" Mabel grunted in annoyance, still banging on the door, "open up, Grunkle Stan, it's me!"
She gasped and slapped her hands over her mouth, realizing what she just blurted out.
"Uhh… sorry, what was that ya said? Didn't quite hear ya," Stan replied, now visible on the other side of the door, in his trademark Mr. Mystery getup. Still didn't open up. Looking just as gruff now as he was the last time she saw him in 2022. Some things never change… or will never have changed.
Mabel sighed with relief. "I said, uh… Uncle Stanley, it's me! Your, uh… niece!"
Mabel tried to put on her best grin. It wasn't lying. Not really. Just… telling the truth but switching out all the meanings!
Stan narrowed his wrinkled eyes at her. "...Louise? Nah, yer not Louise. Pretty sure she's twice yer age. An' she ain't got any siblings, neither. Unless I'm not the only one who's been coverin' for surprise siblings for the last thirty years..." he said, with a clear tinge of bitter resignation.
Louise? Oh! He must be thinking of mom!
"Oh, no no… did I say niece? I meant your niece…-in-law! I'm Louise's… husband's… sister!"
"Huh, so yer a Sauvageon…" Stan mused, scratching his chin. "Weren't you guys s'posed to be some weird cult that yer brother ran away from?"
"Pff!" Mabel scoffed, waving a hand, "yeah, that was… heh, that was just a phase we went through, I'm way over that now! The human sacrifices got a li'l old after the first twenty times, anyway!"
Okay, now she was lying. Like, actual lying. If only Grunkle Stan knew who she really was, and how it was him who taught her how to lie…
"Uh-huh… so whaddya want, anyway? I'd invite ya in fer some coffee, but these days I'm not allowed to show hospitality without runnin' it past my nerd brother. Somethin' about spies."
"Oh, that's okay! I was just stopping by to drop off some birthday presents for Dipper and Mabel!"
"May-May, you forgot to bring the yarn balls!" she could hear Soos finally catch on back at the truck, but she ignored him.
Stan scratched behind his ears, uneasily glancing off to the sides. "Yyyeah, now might not be the best time. Dipper's, uh… somewhere, nerdin' it up, an' last I saw Mabel she was runnin' off into the woods cryin'."
"OH SH-" Mabel almost said, before slamming her palms over her mouth again. "Shhhh...aring quality time with them is something I like, a lot, and I need to go do that right now! I live off cuddles and affection! 'Kay, thanks, bye! Also, if the sky turns red in a few minutes, get your gun ready an' don't wait 'til the fourth day to build a giant butt-kicking robot!"
"Wha…?"
Mabel babbled all of that out faster than she could even think of what she was saying - at that point, her mental processing power was dedicated to two things - running and warning people about stuff. Screw history, at this point. If Weirdmageddon still happens, they'll need all the help they can get.
Leaving behind an extremely confused Grunkle Stan to gawk at her from behind the door, she ran into the woods, rustling through the underbrush. She'd had enough flashbacks to this day that she didn't even need to consult a map, she knew the exact path she'd run by memory. It was only a matter of speed, at this point.
"C'mon, Mabel… c'mon…" she said to herself as she picked up her pace through the underbrush, already feeling her lungs get heavier. "I… I gotta be there when it happens!"
Come on, where the heck was that clearing… she could have sworn it was closer than this. Could she just run faster as a 12-year-old? Was she in that bad shape only 10 years later? She's been exercising! She's not in bad shape! She just… specializes in lifting and pulling, that's all. They use different muscles than for running! When was the last time you saw an olympic weightlifter running? That's right, never!
Ugh, if she fails to stop Weirdmageddon because she skipped leg day, her personal trainer's never gonna let her live it down.
Squinting through the trees, she could make out a shiny blue thing… that's it! That's the rift!
Oh heck, this meant her past self had already taken it out!
Mabel quickened her pace. She could feel her legs going numb at this speed, and her ribs were seriously reconsidering their life choices being nestled next to her heart, but if she got a heart attack after all this? Fine. Worth it. Weirdmageddon would not be happening, not under her watch! Weirdmageddon is officially cancelled!
"Yes, that's it! Just hand it over and I'll do my thing. Unless you're ready to leave Gravity Falls…" she could hear Bill say off in the distance, in the voice of his stupid squawky meat-puppet.
UGH, how could she have been so short-sighted? She lives in Gravity Falls now! You can't get much more not-leavy than that!
She remembers how long it took for her to make that stupid, stupid decision. Every second counts now.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
"...Just a little more summer…"
She was almost there - both of her selves were almost there, in different ways. Billendin was in sight. Target acquired. Pushing herself forth one last time, Mabel raised her fist, tightening it like a rock of steel. She prepared to jump. If her legs failed her now...
Billendin reached out to grab the rift. He stopped. He turned towards her.
"Wh-what's that noise?"
"DYNAMIC ENTRY!"
