Greetings from SeekerMeeker.

So, I apologize if I have been taking a while. Many things have happened this month, but I have finally managed to get back into writing.

Now then, I have an important announcement to make at the end of this chapter.

Let's go.

Chapter 11: Hungry

April 3, 202X

12:35 PM

The secret room inside a secret AC research complex in northern Nevada

"Still can't figure these things out," Dipper groaned, testing the restraints.

"Man," Pacifica groaned. "Now you know how I feel!"

The trio still stayed in the room, imprisoned by the mysterious machines. They were tired, since they could not struggle against the restraints.

Plus, they were hungry, very hungry.

Grr...

"Hungry?" Dipper asked, looking down at his stomach.

"Maybe," Pacifica answered, looking down at her own. "I mean, you two know how I feel...being trapped and all."

The twins raised an eyebrow.

"You mean the Weirdmageddon?" Mabel asked.

"Of course!" Pacifica groaned. "When that demon Bill turned me into a banner...augh!"

She shook. The memory was painful. She could not really describe it, but it vaguely was similar to what she felt right now.

"That must be horrible," the twins answered.

"I am glad that he's gone," Pacifica replied. "So, any ideas?"

"Got none," Dipper admitted. "It's clear that these people knew that we're smart. They took everything out of our pockets too."

Pacifica looked down, and at the others. Sure enough, their pockets were empty.

"Where did they put them?!" Pacifica groaned. "I hope they won't hack into my phone!"

"It's there," Dipper replied, eyeing something.

Pacifica looked over, and saw a table with their items.

"Augh!" Pacifica grunted. "They took away our stuff, and put them there to torture us!"

"I don't think they're that incompetent," Dipper retorted.

"Says the boy who likes big words," Pacifica growled.

"Says the girl who likes to talk a lot," Dipper smirked.

"Says the boy," she continued. "Who-Mabel? What are you doing?"

Dipper looked in the direction of her eyes, and noticed Mabel doing something with her...teeth.

"Mabel?" the two asked. "What are you doing?"

"Le-mei-concenlate," was all Mabel spoke, as she made a face. Wincing and frowning, she was using her tongue to scrape at something in her braces. Dipper raised an eyebrow.

Click!

"Huh?" Dipper and Pacifica responded, hearing the audible sound come from the braces.

With a smirk, Mabel used her tongue to take something out of her braces.

"Tada!" she replied, barely holding onto something in her lips.

"What the?!" Pacifica gasped.

"A lockpick?!" Dipper gawked. "Mabel, how did you get that in there?!"

"Gok tu be smark," she struggled to speak, holding it in her mouth. Unlike most lockpicks, it looked like a paper pin, but it had a device attached to it.

"How did Mabel keep that in there?" Pacifica gasped. "This whole time?!"

"She likes to 'over-prepare' or something," Dipper admitted with a sigh. "In this case, it worked."

She made a face, moving the lockpick with her mouth.

"Is that how a lockpick-thing even works?" Pacifica questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"No," Dipper answered. "But she makes her own. Our old Grunkle Stan influenced us on how to make lockpicks."

"Ah," Pacifica noted. "A criminal thing?"

"Yeah," Dipper admitted with a sigh. "Looking back, that was a bad thing he did, but Mabel somehow turned it into a way to help people."

"How?" Pacifica asked.

"Look," he said, and the two looked.

Mabel stretched her neck, and pressed the device with her lips. The lockpick somehow extended out to an impossible length, and reached far enough to touch a nearby panel.

"I did not notice that panel being opened," Pacifica remarked. "Why did they leave that open?"

"No idea," Dipper remarked. "But people can become stupid when they win. That's what I learned."

"And that's how Bill Cipher lost?" Pacifica inferred.

"On point," Dipper replied.

Mabel's lockpick "arm" felt around the wires inside.

Snip-snip-snip!

Bzzz...

Click!

"RESTRAINT SYSTEM OFFLINE," a mechanical voice echoed, before all of the restraints opened up. "PLEASE APPROACH WITH CAUTION."

"Finally!" Pacifica gasped, as she got out and stretched. "But Mabel! How did you get that thing inside of your braces? Isn't that gross?"

"I am smart," Mabel replied, as she stretched with a smile. "But you mean 'awkward.' I am glad to keep that in my mouth for a while."

"You mean crazy prepared," Dipper remarked, as they stretched their limbs.

"OK," Pacifica said. "Now, we all know what that idiot Barrow said about us being Mutants and all?"

The twins looked and nodded somberly. The knowledge was still fresh in their minds, but once they were freed, it felt very different.

"Now that he said it," Dipper said, musing. "He did say that we are smart. So, why did they forget to check us thoroughly?"

"He said that his men are incompetent or something," Pacifica retorted, as she picked up her items from the table. The twins pocketed their items as well, including their smartphones.

"Good thing they did not hack into these," Mabel noted, checking hers. "But no signal."

"There is only one thing to do," Dipper said, clicking on his smartphone. "Oh, they deleted my hacking app."

The others checked.

"Did they search through my data?!" Pacifica groaned.

"Not mine," Mabel said. "I think they used an AI to check for hacking apps, because that's the only app I am missing from mine."

"No time to wait," Dipper said, pocketing his phone. "But he did say that we're Mutants."

"And that means one thing," Pacifica said, walking towards a door.

"Pacifica?" Dipper began. "What are you-"

BANG!

"Yup," Pacifica said, peeking out of the destroyed door. "No alarm, no guard around, and no cameras."

"Cool!" Mabel replied, her eyes sparkling.

"Guess you're too stressed to think?" Dipper groaned, as the trio came out.

"No security here?" Pacifica retorted. "Man, these people are either stupid, or too peaceful."

"Maybe they're not used to anyone breaking out," Mabel remarked, as they decided to go right...only because there was a yellow arrow that pointed in that direction.

They moved through a rather dark corridor, and ducked behind a shadow. Two soldiers in full, futuristic gear went by, chatting nonchalantly.

Then, the trio snuck away, and found a door.

Dipper made eye contact with the girls, and all three knew what would happen.

"I know some martial arts," Pacifica said.

Dipper nodded, and banged on the door.

"Hold on," a gruff voice answered. "I am coming. Geez, you guys need to rest for once."

As soon as the door opened a crack, Pacifica kicked it so hard, that the door swung wide open, and the soldier stumbled behind, trying to stand still.

With a grunt, Pacifica wrestled with the man, putting him on a chokehold.

"Should had...augh! My helmot-on!" the man stuttered, as Pacifica successfully choked him, knocking him unconscious.

"Yup," Mabel noted. "Incompetent. He didn't even have his helmet on."

Dipper then rummaged the soldier's exo-suit, and found something.

"Huh," he noted, taking it out. "It's an emergency gate pass. It says: USE THIS FOR TODAY ONLY. ACCEPTABLE FOR ALL GATES."

"Convenient," the girls remarked.

Dipper then used it on a door, which opened. They entered it, and gasped.

"It's a lab," Dipper noted, noting the rows after rows of giant, glass tubes.

"Just like in movies," Pacifica said with a shiver.

"Uh oh," Dipper said. "Mabel, do you want to look?"

"Huh?" she asked.

"I recommend you NOT to look," Dipper said. "But it's your choice."

Mabel looked in the direction of what he was talking about, and...cried.

"No," she gasped, approaching it.

Pacifica looked at what Mabel was crying over, and gasped, covering her mouth.

"OK," Dipper said with a gulp. "This is messed up."

"What is this?!" Pacifica managed to ask.

"I guess one of their Mutant experiments?" Dipper inferred the very thing that none of them wanted to think about.

"No..." Mabel groaned.

Dipper then looked around, and approached a console. Sitting on a chair, he then checked the computers.

"Experiment #A113," Dipper read. "I was unable to capture a particularly intelligent pig, but this javelin will do."

Mabel turned her head around, shocked.

"Dipper!" she yelled. "Can you read that? More of it?"

Dipper blinked, but complied.

"Archon has ordered me to catch a feral pig," Dipper read the report. "But it looks like it's either wild or just plain smart. When I fed it, it clearly was someone's pet. However, it was smart enough to realize that I tried to capture it. I failed to get it, but a peccary happened to pass by, and I captured it instead. The experiment turned bad, but at least we learn."

"Waddles," Mabel said with relief. "He's still alive."

"What is this 'javelin' and 'peccary'?" Dipper asked.

"It's a type of pig-like animal," both girls answered, causing the two to look at each other. They giggled in unison.

"No point then," Dipper said. "And I don't see anything else in this lab. Why is this lab so empty, other than this specimen?"

Ring!

Dipper looked down at it, hesitant.

"Hello?" a voice suddenly boomed, causing the three people to jump. "It's me, Anna!"

"Anna?" the twins asked, but Pacifica gasped.

"Anna!" Pacifica answered, pressing a button. "We're here! What are you doing?"

"My friends and I are at this security room," Anna answered. "We saw you in this room, so we decided to answer!"

Suddenly, all doors closed, as the PA system blared:

"ALERT!" the system roared. "ALERT! ROGUE MUTANTS ALERT! ROGUE MUTANTS!"

"Oh boy," the trio gasped.

"Get out of there!" Anna gasped, before the transmission suddenly got cut off.

Suddenly, a door from the ceiling opened, and a ladder appeared.

"OK...?" Dipper asked. "This is NOT what I was expecting."

"Mutants!" a voice roared from one of the doors. "Open this [censored] door! Who locked all doors down?!"

"Definitely fishy about this," Dipper said. "But I assume that somebody is helping us."

"But why?" Pacifica asked. "Can we trust this?"

"Either we go up or down to them," Mabel said, as the door started to show signs of being melted.

"Only one way to find out," Dipper said, getting up the ladder. "Let's go!"

They went up, just as the door was forced open. The ladder went up, and the ceiling closed behind.

"Mutants!" multiple voices roared, as a group of soldiers entered. "Surrender now and-where are they?!"

"Sir!" the leader of them spoke through a radio. "They're not here!"

"FIND THEM!" Herbert's distinct voice boomed. "OR YOU ARE SENT DOWN TO HELL, YOU HEAR ME?!"

"Yes sir!" all of the soldiers, including the leader, answered with a gulp. They then searched around, and went through any opened door.

"I am surprised that they escaped," Red said, watching the video feeds.

"From the soldiers?" Blue asked. "We gave them the ladder. We shut the doors. We tricked the soldiers."

"No," Red replied. "I am talking about the trio. I can tell that they are not normal Mutants."

"Being Mutant at the age of 18," Blue noted. "Very interesting. That is why we are helping them escape."

"Along with the five teenagers," Red said. "It was we who intentionally left the wires open, allowing the girl to hack into the system. We also allowed the five teens to find the security room."

"Correct," Blue replied.

"I am surprised that nobody else even considered that," Red noted.

"It's because they did not fall in despair," Blue noted.

"And because they had memories," Red said. "From Gravity Falls."

"The world of Earth is so weird," Blue remarked.

"Now our plan is in motion," said Red.

"My mission is ending soon," said Blue. "And yours too."

"And we are free at last," Red sighed in relief.

"From our own trap," Blue replied.

Grr...

"Our hunger."

Oh, so they are a part of a strange plan?

I wonder what those two robots are up to?

Stay tuned.

Important announcement

This story will be a "soft prequel" to a new story universe. I won't say, until the end of the story.

I apologize if you all love this story, but I realize that I need to stop starting and ending stories. Instead, I am going for a "super-story" idea, in which it has the same main characters and a few key themes, but multiple arcs or plots within. That way, instead of losing steam with trying to maintain a single, HUGE plot, I can rest and change with different plots.

You will see.

;) (wink)

By the way, I referenced a scene from "Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare," in which Pacifica kicked a door open.

Sincere Seeker.