Your Shooting Star 3
Dipper woke up with a raging headache. Where was he? He blinked, his vision slowly coming to him. He realized that he was on a cold, hard floor. It was dark, so it was difficult to tell exactly what it was. Concrete, probably. Dipper sat up, looking around, trying to make anything out in the darkness.
The last thing he remembered was Mabel waking up and hugging him. Whatever happened after that led to him being here was a mystery to him. Where was she now? Was she close?
He got to his feet, feeling around in the darkness. He felt a wall, and followed it until he had surmised that he was in some sort of small cell. The door had cold metal bars, but they were too close together to fit more than his hand through.
"Mabel?" He whispered through the door. Maybe she had her own cell near his. When there was no answer, he called out louder, "Mabel?"
"Son of a bitch." Dipper said. What was going on? He tried shaking the door open. It didn't work, not that he expected it to. He was trapped and in the dark, both figuratively and literally. Had he been drugged? What had happened after his hug with Mabel? Dipper was getting very frustrated by that gaping hole in his memory.
All he could do was wait. It took over an hour, but suddenly he heard a noise. It sounded like a sort of thumping, then a clang. It was sort of like metal on metal. Dipper scurried to his feet, hurrying to the door. He listened close, trying to tell what was happening. Was this his mysterious captor?
Suddenly there was a blinding light. Dipper covered his eyes. After a moment he could vaguely make out a figure, who rushed forward to the door of Dipper's cell.
"Dipper, I'm here." Mabel said. He heard the rustling of keys, then the door creaked open. She grabbed his hand and led him out of his cell quickly. He noticed that she was holding some sort of sci-fi gun. Dipper noticed an unconscious guard in a grey jumpsuit outside the dark room that his cell was within.
"Mabel! You're amazing!" Dipper said as he was led along. "What's going on? Who put me in there?"
"I don't know, but we're getting out of here!" Mabel said as they entered a brightly lit white hallway. They ran, turning a corner, then another. Mabel seemed to know where she was going, but Dipper tried his best to memorize the way. Couldn't hurt to know how to get out if he was caught again and had to make a second escape.
Suddenly, Mabel stopped him, then pulled him back around one of the corners they had just passed. They pressed tightly against the wall as a moment later a pair of men in grey jumpsuits ran past where they had just been, heading towards Dipper's cell. Once they were out of earshot Mabel said, "We need to get out of here before this whole place is swarming with guards."
Dipper nodded. "Smart idea." He couldn't remember the last time Mabel had seemed this serious. She had apparently grown up a lot since he had last seen her.
They kept running through the halls, occasionally hiding from guards that came patrolling past. Dipper didn't know what sort of operation was going on here, but it was big. They would occasionally pass by a door, the first of which got the hold of Dipper's curiosity. "We don't have time!" Mabel said, pulling him away. He could see through the small window in the door a table inside and what looked like chemistry beakers. Everything in Dipper wanted to stay and find out what they were doing, but he knew they had to keep moving. Still, every door they passed he couldn't resist looking and trying to make out as much as possible.
Suddenly Mabel stopped outside one door and pushed it open. She dragged Dipper inside after her. "What are you doing?" He asked. "This isn't the way out."
"We can hide here." Mabel said, glancing around the empty room. "Trust me, Dipper."
Dipper didn't agree. "We need to get out as soon as we can, Mabel, They will search here eventually. We can't just hide."
"I know this place. Trust me, they won't look here."
Dipper suddenly felt uneasy. "How would you know that. I thought you said you didn't know who these people are. And how do you know your way around anyway? Mabel, you have to tell-"
He was cut off when Mabel suddenly rushed forward and pressed her lips to his. His mind instantly was shut down as she pressed her tongue into his mouth. Without even realizing it his hands suddenly found themselves holding her, one on her back and the other on her ass. Her hands slipped around his neck, pulling him closer.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally got out of his shock enough to separate his mouth from hers. "What was that?"
"Don't question it." Mabel breathed. She was much too close. He could feel her chest pressing against his. Despite how wrong it was, he could feel himself growing hard. She apparently had noticed too, as she grabbed down there.
"Just enjoy it, Dipper." Mabel said, a seductive grin on her face. And he was. He couldn't think, he couldn't think, he needed to think, something was off, he couldn't -
"DIPPER!" Came a shout behind them.
The twins turned to see a familiar face. She had grown a bit, but it was definitely her.
Wendy.
She was a bit taller, had filled out a bit, but there was no mistaking the fiery hair, the plaid jacket wrapped around her waist, the old, beat up, blue and white pine tree hat on her head. There was a stern glare on her face.
"Dipper, get away from her." Wendy said, steel in her voice. She held a gun up, aiming at Mabel.
None of this made sense to Dipper.
"Wait, Wendy!" He said, panicking. Even if she was his friend, he couldn't let her shoot his sister. "Calm down! It's just Mabel!"
"No, Dipper. It's not. That's not really your sister." Wendy said.
"Don't listen to her, Dipper!" Mabel pleaded, grabbing his arm. She was hiding behind him, afraid of the weapon in Wendy's hands. "She's obviously gone crazy!"
"We saw them take you in, Dipper." Wendy said, calm and cool even as she held her gun. "She was with them. She's fooling you."
"That's not true!" Mabel yelled, fear in her eyes.
"Why did she bring you here?" Wendy asked. "If she was trying to get you out then why didn't she head for the exit? She was moving you because she knew I was coming to break you out. Even with all the resources this place has, they know they can't stop this one woman army."
"But that still doesn't make sense." Dipper said. "If this isn't Mabel, then who is it?"
"I AM Mabel." The suspect Mabel said, tugging on his shirt violently.
"She's not the real Mabel." Wendy repeated. "And I can prove it." Suddenly she pointed her gun upwards and shot the sprinkler.
"NOOOOOO!" Mabel shrieked, as water suddenly rained down on them. Before Dipper's eyes she began melting before his eyes, much like he had seen clones of himself melt years ago. Within a minute Dipper's sister Mabel was nothing more than a puddle of color on the floor.
The one thing he had not missed about Gravity Falls: Terrifying things he could never unsee.
"We need to go, Dipper." Wendy said, nodding towards the door. "You've got a lot to get caught up on."