A/n: Welcome back to chapter three. This one is from Mabel's perspective. Features a liberal amount of OCs. I regret nothing. Please review and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls, and I never will. Unless I make a deal with Bill...
School was going great! I made lots of new friends; my parents would be so proud of me. Classes are boring, as expected, but I have friends in all my classes, so it's not so bad. There's even going to be a Homecoming dance next week, on November 12. I'm going with my new friend Jackson, and maybe we'll become more than just friends. Everything's turning up Mabel!
But Dipper... I'm worried about Dipper.
I never get to talk to him anymore. He never hangs out with me at school, and at home, Mom and Dad won't let me talk to him since he's "grounded" for coming home late all the time. What is he even doing after school!?
And I hear rumors about him all the time at school. Crazy rumors! Ranging from him being selectively mute, demonically possessed, doing drugs, cutting himself, burning small animals, and even being a ghost. None of my friends are comfortable around him anymore. It stinks because none of those things are true, but people still believe them.
But, since two days ago, the rumors all say Dipper's crazy! That he's some sort of unnatural monster! That he did something freaky in gym class that spooked everyone.
I'm so worried about him. I just need to talk to him, but he's been avoiding me. I'll have to just ambush him in homeroom. Surprise attack! Wachow!! Operation Talk to Dippin' Dots is a go!
...His homeroom is Ms. Enixson's class, right? Yeah, that's what he said back when he still talked to me. That's on the third floor. I have fifteen minutes until class starts. Go, go, go!
This is perfect! The target is alone, reading some dumb book. Great opportunity to talk to him.
Wait a minute! Some blonde guy I don't know is heading to talk to the target. Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Did Dipper make a friend and didn't tell me about it!? Must gather information! My new friend Ally is in this class, isn't she? Ah, right near the door, perfect for gathering intelligence without alerting the target.
"Hey, Ally!"
"Wassup, Mabel?"
"I just need to talk to Dipper about something, but who's that blonde guy next to him?"
"Oh, that guy? He's new. A transfer student we got yesterday. He's so dreamy. Shame he only wants to talk to your weird brother."
"You know his name?"
"It's Bill. I call dibs. He's going to be my boyfriend by the end of the year."
"Bill?" Just like that triangular butthole...
"Uh-huh. Isn't he so gorgeous? That bronze skin. That golden eye. His silky hair. I wonder if it's as soft as it looks?"
"Well, I'm gonna go talk to Dipper before the bell rings."
"Good luck with that."
Now to sneak close to the target so he can't escape. Good! He still hasn't noticed me yet.
"Hey, Dipper. We need to talk. Can your new friend leave you alone for just a few seconds?"
"Now, now, Shooting Star, whatever you can say to Dipper, you can say to me."
"Shooting Star?" That nickname... Just like he called me...
"Your sweater. It has a shooting star on it."
"Mabel, what are you here for?" That was the first time I heard his voice in a while.
"I'm worried about you, Dipping Dots. I haven't spoke with you for so long, and I've been hearing the strangest things about you."
"I never would have pegged you as the type to believe in rumors, Shooting Star."
"Mabel, I'm fine, okay. Just go to your class already. The bell's about to ring."
"But Dipper, I need to know what happened two days ago; people are going nuts about what you did in gym class."
"What I did!? I didn't do anything!"
"That's not what I heard, Dipper."
"Mabel, I'm telling you! Nothing happened!"
"But I heard-"
"You heard? Are you seriously going to believe random strangers over your own brother? Wow... What a letdown. From what Dipper here told me, I thought you were better than that."
He's not wrong. I feel so ashamed. If anyone should believe Dipper, it should be me, his sister. I look at the clock. 7:24. I'm out of time. I didn't find out what happened. Mission failed. Time to make a strategic retreat.
I run down the halls; if I'm not in my seat by the time the bell rings, Mr. Gordon is going to give me detention for tardiness. That man is more of a wet blanket than Dipper on a bad day. I don't want a detention to ruin my perfect record.
Classroom door spotted. Seat found in front of class. Stay on target. Jump into the seat. The bell rings. She shoots, she scores! And the crowd goes wild! Success!
Mr. Gordon walks in and finds all the students in their seats. No way I'm getting detention now. Ha! He checks off all the names and starts droning on about school safety and how bullying is bad and all that boring teacher stuff. Pfft. Lame.
Now she had to go to math class. Ugh. Math in the morning, the horror! Only someone as nerdy as Dipper could enjoy math. Why oh why did they have to teach it? Well, joke's on them. I'm not going to pay attention. I'm going to think about cool things, like how hot Jackson was when he scored a goal in gym class or how Ally and Clare are the best at manicures. No serious thoughts for me this morning!
...But Dipper's answers today were really weird... Like he was hiding something from me. But we never hide anything from each other... Ever. Why would he even want to hide things from me? Why didn't he tell me he finally made a friend?
... Dipper's friend is really weird. And mean, but not in that overly aggressive bully way, more like a passive-aggressive teenage girl way. And he reminds me so much of Bill; Triangle Bill, that is, not human Bill. Dipper should have seen the resemblance too, right? So, why would he be friends with him? Dipper is way too paranoid to be comfortable around someone who acts so similar to that floating Dorito demon. And Dipper didn't even defend me when human Bill was being mean. Dipper isn't normally like that.
Something strange was going on, but it couldn't be actual Bill. Triangles Bill is long gone; Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford saw to that. There's something weird going on, and I don't know what; Dipper was always better at figuring out the "what."
Worry not, fair citizens! Detective Mabel is on the case! Duck-tective will be proud of me!
Now, to be on alert for suspicious activity...
"Now, Miss Pines, since you're obviously paying attention, you'll be able to explain to me what the Pythagorean Theorem is and its uses."
"Umm..." Oh, jaberwalky, oh fiddlesticks, oh- what other old man curses are there? "The Python Oreo Theo-rum is some old guy's way of using math to matchmake?"
The class erupted in laughter. Well, who could be sad about a wrong answer when this was the response?
"Very funny, Miss Pines. The Pythagorean Theorem is used to calculate the sides of right triangles. A squared plus B squared equals C squared. Remember that as it will be on next week's test."
Ugh. More triangles. Just what I need right now.
English, considering we had a substitute teacher, went great. Science was good. We just watched a documentary about the planets; it was soooo boring, but it was easy. Lunch, the best part of the school day, came around very quickly.
And then something weird happened.
Human Bill came from his homeroom table to talk to Johnny Miller from my homeroom; the school had a stupid rule of sitting students by homeroom rather than letting the students sit with their friends. Johnny was training to be on the Piedmont High School football team next year, so he's really buff. Too mean for me to consider dating, but really hot all the same. Johnny's a pretty intimidating guy.
So that's why it's weird that Bill just comes over, whispers some things in Johnny's ear, and doesn't even flinch when Johnny yells "I'm going to fucking murder you, you scrawny piece of shit!" loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear. In fact, the whole time Bill has what Coach Tierno calls a "shit-eating grin" on his face. After Johnny's outburst, Bill just walks back to his seat next to my brother like nothing happened.
Johnny then marches over to Bill and grabs the back of his golden yellow T-shirt. Which everyone figured would happen. Johnny would yell at Bill. Bill would beg for forgiveness, and everything would go back to the way it was.
Except that wasn't what happened.
Bill decked him, right in the kisser, before Johnny even did anything. And Johnny hit the ground. Bill went over and whispered something else in his ear, and Johnny just started straight-out crying. Johnny left the cafeteria, still crying, escorted by on of the lunch monitors to the nurse's office.
This needs some investigation. If Dipper was here by my side, still talking to me like he used to, he would agree. But, this whole thing seems too big to do it alone; I'm only one person, and I can't watch Bill all day no matter what like Dipper can. A girl needs her beauty sleep. This could prove bigger than I thought; some mean stranger pushing Dipper away from me could turn into some supernatural creature with a grudge. It'd be best to have backup; Dipper would agree.
It's time to assemble a team.
