Before we continue this chapter, I like to add that, yes, I know that in the Northwest lineage there are five generations starting with Nathaniel Northwest, but in THIS story, there is going to be six...meaning I'm going to add some creative changes in this story to make this work. I hope that's okay. D:
But either way, I hope you'll all enjoy this chapter! :D
[EDIT: 4/5/2018]
Mabel's eyes widened in shock at this reveal.
'Wait...you can hear me!?'
Before the man could answer the question again her in his thoughts, Preston's voice interrupted them. "I wasn't expecting you to be here, Pacifica."
Pacifica looked down for a second in shame, until she seemed to remember that she was talking to her father. "I...really want to see this hotel that you bought."
Preston's hard expression was still unchanged.
The heiress fidgeted under his gaze but still kept strong.
Mabel read her mind though.
'He's mad.'
Stan decided to say something. "Hey! Well, we're here!"
Soos piped in as he and the rest of the girls approached the group. "Yeah! Wow, this looks place looks really cozy! Almost like my Grandma's house!"
Wendy looked up at the hotel. "It certainly has that lodge-y feel to it." She glanced at Pacifica and Preston, seeing that the latter doesn't look too pleased with his daughter being with the quote-unquote common folk.
'Uh oh...from what I'm seeing, Pacifica's old man doesn't look too happy that she's here with us...man, poor girl. I feel sorry for her...'
Mabel winced. She glanced back at the African-American man, who stood there with a somewhat solemn expression on his face.
"Oooh! It looks really big!" Grenda said with awestruck wide eyes.
"Yeah! And I really like the ambiance!" Candy complimented.
Preston glanced at Stan and the group that was accompanying him. "...Yes. It has a certain charm to it."
The African-American came up to Preston with his old raspy voice. "Well, it seems we're all here now! Let's give Mr. Pines and his company the tour!"
"I agree, Dick," the other man dressed in the blue winter coat said. He came up to Stan with a smile. "You must be Mr. Stanford Pines. My name is Stuart Ullman, the manager of the Overlook." he offered him a handshake.
"Heh, nice to meet ya, Stuart!" Stan said, shaking his hand.
'Hm. Preston was right. He seems a little unrefined looking.' Stuart thought in an unimpressed tone.
Mabel frowned at that. 'Hey!'
'Sorry about that.' thought the man named Dick to her, which surprised her once more. 'He's kind of a stuck up tightwad like Preston.' She turned to him in curiosity, unsure how to respond to someone's other thoughts.
Dick just smiled softly at Mabel. He went up to Stan next and offered his hand. "Greetings, Mr. Pines! Name's Richard Dick Hallorann, but people call me Dick! I'm the head cook of the hotel."
Stan grabbed his hand and gave it a firm handshake. "Well, hey Dick! Nice to meet you as well!"
It was then the older portly man came up to Stan and reached for his hand. "Hey, how are ya? Name's Bill. Bill Watson."
Dipper winced at the name 'Bill', as did Mabel. Of course, this wasn't the same Bill they know, but still, the name makes them feel uncomfortable.
"Hey, Bill! Doing great! Say, what's your position?" Stan asked.
"Well, I'm the guy who keeps the boiler in check! That'll be part of your job!" Watson answered.
"Really?" Stan inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"Indeed," said Preston said as he came up to them. "How about we now start the tour of the hotel? It is starting to get frigid cold out here."
"Yes, let's." Stuart agreed.
"Heh, sure thing! Don't want to freeze our butts off out here!" Stan jests.
"Mm-hmm. Stuart and I will lead you all around the hotel's features. Bill will lead Mr. Pines to where the boiler is located afterward, and lastly, Richard will show you the kitchen after the tour, which he prepared a meal for you and," Preston looked at the remaining group "...everyone."
"Whoa, a free meal!? Hey, a man after my own heart! What are we having?" Stan asked Dick with a big grin.
Dick smiled. "A whole baked turkey with stuffing on the side! It's my Grandmother's recipe!"
"Ooh! Scrumptious!" Soos complimented.
"Heh! Sounds delish! Well then, lead the way Pres and Stuart!" Stan gestured, his hands gesturing to his right towards the entrance.
Preston just hummed while Stuart nodded. They, along with the others, walked up to the double doors of the hotel.
As Mabel almost reached the canopied entrance, however, she froze in place. At that moment, she finally started to recognize this environment...
'Wait a minute...'
Her eyes widened in surprise at this realization, as well as her features expressing a hint of fear. It was all starting to look familiar now...
The big double doors.
The building.
A little bit of snow around the perimeter.
And...the hedge maze.
Mabel looked behind her to see the hedge maze. It almost looked identical, the entrance to the maze being in the exact middle of it. Even the lampposts around the drive looked familiar.
It was then she realized...
...she was in the place where she had her vision.
Dipper stood there with the group as they entered as the manager Stuart fiddled with the keys to unlock the double doors. Once in a while, he would glance at Pacifica, just to check and see if she's fairing alright. She's apparently now standing next to her father, as if by doing that she'll get back into his good graces, one way or another.
He frowned, feeling sympathy for Pacifica. 'Man...that's just not right.'
He looked around the group to keep his thoughts occupied until he noticed that Mabel wasn't with them in their group. Eyes widened in worry, he turned around to see that his sister was right behind them. He sees that Mabel was looking around the area in an almost...anxious way.
'Oh no! Is it Susie?!' Dipper panicked inside, but masked his expression, as he quietly but hurriedly went over to his sister, who's looking behind at the hedge maze. He placed a right hand on Mabel's left shoulder, which seemed to snap out of her daze, gazing back at him nervously.
"Mabel, are you okay?" Dipper whispered in concern. "Do...do you see her?"
Mabel stared at him, unsure of what to say at that point.
'Who's Susie, little girl?'
Surprised once again to hear Dick's voice – no, thought – in her head, she glanced at where he was. He stood outside of the group looking back at the pair, with a curious look on his face. Dipper hadn't noticed until he sees that Mabel was looking behind him. The twin brother looked behind him, but Dick looked back at the doors, which one of them is already unlocked and opened.
Mabel then, without thinking, grabbed Dipper's hand, who in return looked at her hand on his in surprise.
"Can...can you lead me inside the hotel?" Mabel whispered pleadingly. "Please?"
Dipper, a little confused, but seemed to understand her anxiety, smiled kindly. "Sure."
He gradually led Mabel by the hand to the doors to the hotel, while the others all entered the building first. Wendy took the time to look behind her to see Dipper holding onto Mabel's hand. She paused in her walking, having a confused look on her face.
'Huh? Did something happen? Why is Dipper holding onto Mabel's hand?' thought Wendy in a concerned tone.
Mabel frowned, feeling bad for letting Dipper do this. Now she felt a little uncomfortable...
Then Dipper's thought came. 'Uh-oh, Wendy's looking over here. I hope she doesn't think nothing is wrong...which there is, but...man, we haven't really told the others about what happened to Mabel on Monday...I think maybe Stan knows, but I got to make sure.'
As soon as the twins were inside the hotel, Mabel lets go of Dipper's hand. "Thanks, Dipper. I...I think I can handle it from here." she whispered to him.
"Are you sure?" Dipper asked her in concern.
"Yeah, yeah...I'm sure," Mabel said hurriedly.
She heard the door close behind her. She looked behind her in fright and saw that it was Dick who closed the door. He turned to them and said with a sweet smile. "You kids should catch up on the tour. This hotel here certainly had a great makeover."
'What's the matter? Mabel, was it? Is there something about the hotel you don't like?' Dick's soothing thought came into her mind.
Surprised, Mabel began to say something but stopped herself as she was almost about to answer the question that appeared in his mind.
"Yeah, we will. Thanks, Mister...Hallorann?" Dipper asked him in question.
Dick chuckled. "You're welcome. But really, you can call me 'Dick'."
"Oh, okay, uh...Dick." Dipper said with a smile.
Dick nodded with a smile of his own. Dipper then walked ahead to catch up to Wendy, who's still standing there in confusion.
Mabel gazed at Richard for a second and thought to him, 'Do you have what I have?'
'...I think it's best if we keep moving, little lady. I'll tell you in private when we have the chance.' Dick thought to her, his smile showing warmth.
'O...Okay.' Mabel thought with a little uncertainty, but nonetheless turned around and walked back to the group with Mr. Hallorann following her.
"Dude, is everything okay?" Wendy quietly asked Dipper in curiosity.
Dipper sighed and also quietly said. "I'll, uh...I'll tell you when the tour is over."
Wendy raised an eyebrow, but soon her expression turned worried. "Is...Is Mabel okay?"
"Uh..." Dipper was silent for a bit. "Y-Yeah, kind of...look, we haven't really told you and the others yet, and, well...I'll tell you along with Soos and maybe Grunkle Stan if he doesn't already know after the tour. I don't think we can tell Candy, Grenda, and Pacifica yet."
The redhead's eyes widened in alarm. "Dip...is...is she really okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, she-she's fine, it's just...it-it's something in her mind." he glances behind him to see that Mabel is making her way, along with Mr. Hallorann. "Look, I don't want to make Mabel feel uncomfortable. I'll tell you and the rest of the gang later, okay?" he whispered to Wendy.
Wendy now looked beyond worried, but decided to drop it for now, "Uh...okay..."
Mabel and Dick caught up with Dipper and Wendy, which they proceed to walk towards the group.
When Mabel caught up with Dipper and Wendy, she heard a multitude of thoughts, even from the group, which they stopped for them to catch up.
'Hey, I wonder why Dipper and Mabel stop?' Soos.
'Hey, what's Mabel and Dipper doing all the way over there? They're gonna miss the tour!' Grenda.
'What happened? Dipper was holding onto Mabel's hand...is everything okay?' Candy.
'Whoa...what happened there? Is there really something wrong with Mabel? ...I need to text Dipper about it when my Dad isn't around.' Pacifica.
'Hm. Very peculiar. Mr. Northwest was right. Those Pines twins are odd ones indeed.' Stuart.
'Heh, those must be the Hero Twins of Gravity Falls I've heard so much about. They almost kind of do look alike...' Bill Watson.
'Hmph. Those Pines twins are holding up the tour.' Preston.
'Uh oh! What happened!? Is everything okay with Mabel!? Okay, keep it together, Stan. Dipper didn't make a scene, so you shouldn't as well. Still, I need to act like a responsible parental guardian!' "Hey, uh...you kids okay over there?" Stan asked, keeping his worried tone in check.
'Okay, they're all looking at us, so think of something good.' She heard Dipper's thoughts. He started off by saying, "Sorry, my sister was...awestruck by the hotel."
'Crud, I hope that didn't sound forced,' Dipper thought to himself, Mabel feeling the cringe in his tone. She decided to act the part as well. "Uh, yeah! Just admiring the scenery and the hotel and whatnot!" she said with a happy, yet forced grin.
The group stared at her for a second, until either of them shrugged - Preston, Stuart, and Bill –, looked a little concerned – Stan, Pacifica, and Candy -, or didn't think anything about it – Soos and Grenda. They continued the tour without any trouble.
Dipper gave out a slight sigh of relief. 'Whew! That was close.'
However, Wendy thought next to him. 'Man, what's going on? I wish I could have an answer right now, but Dipper's right. Don't want to cause a ruckus. Also, not in front of Mabel as well. Still, what happened to her?'
Mabel, feeling more and more ashamed by the second for making them worried like this, looked down at the floor, walking in silence as she finally caught up with the group.
'Are you okay, Mabel?' Dick asked her with his mind, standing next to her as he caught up to the group.
The young girl glanced up at Mr. Hallorann to her left, which the man was giving her a sideways glance. 'Yeah...I'm fine...' she looked down again.
'Hmm. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that you just acquired your shining, haven't you?' Dick thought to her.
Now Mabel looked up at him in question. 'Shining?'
'I'll tell you later. Right now, ol' tightwad Preston is giving the tour.'
Mabel looked at Pacifica's father Preston, as he gave out the tour that she should have been listening to. He seemed to be talking about the history of the hotel, how his great, great-grandfather, Percy Northwest, bought the land they were on to build the hotel after World War One in 1919 – which Pacifica glanced at him in surprise when mentioning that. It was for the people to lap in luxury after being in the war, forgetting their traumas and past experiences during that time, as Preston put it. He also said it was completed during the middle of March in 1921, opening its doors to the public.
While he explained more about the history, Mabel took the time to look around the interior of the hotel.
First and foremost, the interior of the 'The Overlook Hotel' had somewhat of an Art Deco style with a Native American motif, the marble floor's light brown and gray-beige color having multiple tiled symbols on it, looking almost tribal. The lobby, which they were in, is wide and spacious with multiple plush chairs and couches adorning parts of the area. The walls and columns are all marble as well, all of them a creamy white, matching the Native American color scheme. Straight ahead to their front left is a long dark mahogany receptionist desk that probably houses at least six receptionists.
"And straight ahead past the receptionist desk here, is the Oregon Lounge," Preston said as he took them to the large area.
Like he said, straight ahead past the receptionist desk is a large lounge, with a high wooden beamed ceiling and wooden flooring, along with Native American rugs placed under the furniture. It had classy but modern comfy chairs and couches, positioned around the area, and in the middle of the lounge is a large contemporary wooden square table with an intricate stone sculpture on it. There were two couches on each side of the centerpiece table, the right side facing three large and tall windows that have other chairs and tables situated on that side, viewing the scenery of the forest and mountains outside. The left side was facing a very grand fireplace, the exterior of it having stone tiles on it with a wide black mantle above the fireplace. There were pairs of chairs that were situated near the fireplace as well.
On the wall and above the fireplace was a large, Native American-like mural, the wall painted a sandy brown with tall neutral-colored paintings of somewhat weird-looking characters on it. There are also two pairs of stairs that lead up to one platform, and then up the platform was a staircase that led up to the second floor, an indoor balcony that has nicely designed wooden railings, overlooking the Oregon Lounge. Lastly, there were intricate two rustic, circular, metal chandeliers hanging in the lounge. The interior of the hotel proved that it was indeed old, but it had a charming, cozy, and artsy feel to it(1).
"Wow! Now this is cozy!" Soos announced amazed.
"Indeed, isn't it?" Preston agreed, but not looking at Soos. "This area has been dedicated to the Native Americans that agreed to let us purchase their land."
"Really?" Dipper asked, a little surprised. Pacifica also looked surprised as she once again glanced up at her father.
Preston took a brief glance at Dipper for a second, his eyes cold. "Yes."
Sensing the vex from his look, Dipper put his hands into his pockets and glared at him for just a brief moment.
Preston looked back at the group and continued on, "As I was saying, this part of the hotel's décor is dedicated to the Indians who lived here at that time. My great, great-grandfather, Percy, adored the area so much, that he struck a deal with them."
"Let me guess; Indian Casinos, right?" Stan interrupted with a grin. "I heard those places are getting really nice these days!"
Preston stood there as he glared at him slightly. "...Yes."
"Really?" Pacifica decided to speak out in question.
"Really?" Dipper repeated again with a surprised raised brow.
"Wait...really!?" Stan asked flabbergasted. "Whoa! Man, and I was just kidding! I mean, good for them, but...wow."
Bill Watson chuckled. "Yeah, they're basically rolling in cash right now! You know the fancy one on the Oregon coast? Same family of Indians owns it!"
"Really?" Stan said with interest. "You mean 'The Squawking Hawk', right?"
"Yeah! Been there?" Watson asked.
"Absolutely! Man, talk about classy! They know how to treat ya right there!"
"I know, right?" Watson chuckled. " I actually went one in Mississippi one time-"
"Excuse me, but Mr. Northwest is trying to give us the tour." Mr. Ullman said in annoyance.
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Ullman," Preston said to the manager. He then turned his glance at Pacifica. "And yes. We gave them a deal on owning their very own casino."
'However, we agreed that most of the profits belong to us. I could ask them for another million, but I have to negotiate with them further.' Preston added silently in his head.
Mabel's mouth almost dropped, but she stopped herself.
'Well, I never thought he would sink any lower.' Dick thought.
'Oh, he's definitely much lower than dirt.' Mabel thought back to Dick. She looked to her left once more and saw him smirk, glancing back at her at the corner of his eyes. Mabel smirked as well, feeling at ease with Dick a little bit.
"Wow! Hey, that's really cool of ya, dude!" Soos complimented with a smile while they thought, unaware of the hidden motive behind Preston's 'generosity'.
Preston glanced back at Soos with a dull look. "...Thank you. Now, as I was once again trying to explain, including the Oregon Lounge's Native American motif, the Overlook, as you can see, also is influenced by the Art Deco movement as well. Fascinated by the style at that time, my great, great-grandfather added minor details of it into the hotel."
He went on a little bit, telling them that it was an entertainment venue for the wealthy as well. He soon led them to a hallway, where they entered the entrance to a wide and spacious ballroom/bar area called "The Gold Room". It looked like it was designed in a typical 1920's Art Deco style. It has red designer styled chairs and couches, along with a red patterned striped lit up bar with lit-up counters as well, Art Deco-styled green-topped tables and chairs littered around the area in front of the stage, two of the same circular rustic metal chandeliers hanging in the room, and 'gold' plating on the walls(2).
"Whoa! Talk about fancy!" Grenda said in awe.
"Yeah! This place looks really top-notch!" Candy said as she looked around the ballroom impressed.
"Yeah, pretty swanky," Wendy said as she looked around with a smirk.
"Thank you," Preston said plainly. "As you can see from the sign outside of this room, this place is called 'The Gold Room'. While this area's walls aren't really made of gold, I place the golden color plating on the wall recently to represent not only the Art Deco style of the hotel but to represent the 'golden' times of the roaring 20's."
"Wow! Very symbolic!" Soos commented with a smile.
"Heh, yeah, Pres! But you know, I wouldn't be surprised if you did plate this room with real gold! If you did, I would be here for the rest of the stay, hah!" Stan joked.
Preston turned to him with a dry look. "If I did put real gold plating on these walls, not only would it be hazardous, but there would be unwanted thieves who'll take some for themselves."
Stan winced. "Yeesh, okay, forget what I said then. Don't want that now, do we?"
"No...we don't," Preston replied with narrowed eyes at Stan.
Feeling a little uncomfortable from Preston's gaze, Stan looked over to the bar area and commented, "Hey, just wondering, but you don't have any liquor shipped here, do you? I mean, I'm asking because, you know, there's a bar over there and...stuff. I-I mean, I don't drink, I'm just wondering, since, you know, safety precautions and whatnot for my great-niece and nephew here. I mean, they don't drink! Absolutely not! I just don't want them to get curious and start...you know, sipping any of that stuff..."
Preston raised an eyebrow, looking almost a little impressed with his concern.
Dipper also gave him a raised eyebrow as well, this one quizzical. 'Wow. Props to Grunkle Stan on being responsible. Although, seriously, Mabel and I are just teenagers, Grunkle Stan, we're not alcoholics.'
The corners of Mabel's mouth lifted up into a slight smile at her brother's sardonic comment. She also heard Dick chuckling into his mind.
"To answer your question, Mr. Pines, no, there's no alcohol stored here in the hotel. We haven't shipped it yet as we're waiting for when The Overlook opens after winter." Stuart answered.
"Ah! Excellent! Just making sure!" Stan said with a smile.
Preston hummed. "Yes, we don't want anyone getting any ideas for whoever gets this caretaker job..."
'I hope that's not a play on words there, buddy.' Stan thought bitterly. "Heh, good thinking!" Stan said with a convincing fake smile. He then looked around the room. "So, any wild parties happened here during that time?"
"Heh, well, there were some, but I don't know if the kids here would want to know any details." Watson chuckled.
"Really?" Stan grinned at Watson. "Well, you got me interested! Maybe you can tell me the details when the kids and Soos ain't around?"
"Actually, we're trying to let the Overlook have a clean reputation. It would be absolutely nice if you don't tell him everything, Mr. Watson." Ullman told him in a wary tone.
"Hey, no worries, Mr. Ullman!" Watson reassured. "Secrets are safe with me!" 'Until I show him the boiler. Heh, I'm liking this Stan guy! He seems easygoing! Maybe I can tell him the time a frisky old cougar got in bed with a younger man. Or maybe I can tell him that in the 1940's, the past manager had a homosexual relationship with someone in a-'
As Mabel's eyes widened in interest over the information Watson was thinking, she jumped a little bit when Dick's voice suddenly intervened his thought. "Hey, Mr. Northwest! Why don't I, uh, serve the kids something to eat now?"
"Really? We get to eat early?" Grenda asked in surprise.
"Whoa, dude, cool!" Wendy said with a smile.
Preston and Stuart looked at Mr. Hallorann in question. The former raised an eyebrow at Dick. "I was beginning to tell the history of 'The Gold Room', Mr. Hallorann."
"Yes, Dick. We should wait after the tour," Stuart said, looking at Dick with disapproval.
Dick winced. "Oh, uh, yeah, I'm-I'm sorry, it's just...you know, I thought the kids here were kind of hungry. I mean, they probably haven't had any lunch and I thought they would be starving, so, uh..."
Preston, as well as Stuart, stared at him, a little unimpressed with his interruption.
'What is he doing? He's interrupting Mr. Northwest's tour of the Overlook!' Stuart thought in disdain.
'Hm...a rude one, he is.' Preston thought with distaste.
Mabel decided to jump in. "Actually, I am pretty hungry! I love to have something yummy right now!" she said with a bright smile. She turned to her brother. "What do ya say, Dipper?"
Dipper looked at his sister with a blink. "Uh..." 'Well, we did rush over here without anything to eat. And I am kind of famished.' "Okay, sure," he said with a smile.
"Hey, you don't have to ask me twice," Wendy said with a grin.
"Yeah, I'm in!" Grenda exclaimed.
"I would like a nice slice of turkey right about now." Candy commented with a smile as well.
"Mr. Hallorann, you have me at 'whole baked turkey with stuffing on the side' back there!" Soos said with delight.
Dick smiled at their enthusiasm. "Well great!" he turned to his Stuart and Preston. "Uh...would that be okay, sirs?"
Ullman scowled, but said, "I'll let Mr. Northwest decide on that."
Preston looked at Dick, then at the kids, then at Soos with indifference.
'Hmm...I actually don't see why not. These teenagers don't need to know too much about the hotel. They're teenagers after all...'
"Okay then. That's fine. Just kindly ask us instead of interrupting the tour. And don't let them eat all of it." Preston responded with narrowed eyes filled with caution.
Dick winced and nodded. "Yes sir." He turned to the younger group and Soos with an now eager smile. "Well, I'll show you all where the kitchen is! Follow me!" He soon led them out of The Gold Room, the kids, and Soos following the cook. Dipper and Mabel glanced behind them briefly to see that Pacifica wasn't following them.
Mabel was almost about to say something to her when she saw Pacifica's frown.
She then heard Pacifica's thoughts. 'I guess I'll just wait here...with my father...'
Mabel's eyes sobered as she realized that Pacifica won't be joining them. She looked at Dipper to see what he was thinking.
'Aw man...that's right. Pacifica's dad...' He frowned as well. He turned to Mabel signaled with his head to the group that was leaving. 'I hope Mabel gets the hint. We can't let Pacifica get into any more trouble.'
Mabel frowned in melancholy but silently agreed to Dipper's thought. She followed Dipper's signal and went to the group, with Dipper behind her.
As soon as they left, Stan turned to Preston and asked, "Actually, I haven't eaten anything as well, so, uh..."
Preston glowered at him. "We're going to finish the tour."
Stan winced but nervously chuckled, "Of course! I was just, uh...asking."
As they followed Dick to the kitchen, Mabel and Dipper were next to each other as they walked, with Wendy and Soos walking next to Dipper, while Candy and Grenda walked next to Mabel.
The twin sister heard her twin brother's thoughts as they strolled to the kitchen.
'Man...that jerk Dad of Pacifica's really got her on a leash...if I can, I would just...tell him off!' She glanced at Dipper, his expression looking discontent.
Mabel frowned slightly, her head down looking at the tiled as she walked. 'Me too, Dipper.'
'Excuse me for a second Mabel, but I just want to thank you for saving my bacon back there.' said the thought of Dick.
She looked up at Dick, only see his the back of him as he leads the way. If she could guess, he was probably giving him an appreciative smile.
Mabel smiled slightly. 'No problem! My brother and I hadn't eaten anything when we got here in Gravity Falls.'
'Oh, you visiting? That was your...Grunkle as you called him?'
'Yep! Our great uncle Stanford! Or Stan for short!' Mabel replied happily.
'Heh-heh! He sure is a character!'
'Oh, he's more than that! He's the best Grunkle me and Dipper could ask for!'
'Well, that's good to hear! By the way, is that your brother's real name, Dipper?'
'Weeellll, his real name is Mason, but he wants to be called Dipper. He has a birthmark of the Big Dipper on his forehead, hence his nickname! Don't tell him I said...well 'think' that though. Hehe!'
'Heh-heh, duly noted! Oh, also, I think one of your friends is gonna ask you something in a moment; the one named Candy.'
Caught off guard, Mabel turned to her friends, which are Candy and Grenda. Sure enough, Candy turned her head to the chestnut-haired girl. Upon seeing that her friend turned her head to her at the right time, Candy blinked, but whispered either way, "Um...if you don't mind me asking Mabel, but...is everything okay?"
Mabel feigned ignorance. "Huh? What do mean? And why are you whispering?" she whispered.
"Well, you seemed...bothered when you were near the hotel." Candy explained.
"You know," said Soos suddenly out loud. "I wonder why Pacifica didn't join us for lunch? I mean, she must have some sort of rich girl diet going on, but that seemed a little weird that she was left behind to hang around with four old guys. Although, hanging out with Mr. Pines is always a blast!" he finished his statement with a grin.
"Yeah..." Wendy muttered as she took a glance behind her to where they left Pacifica.
They soon smelled a heavenly aroma, their journey to the kitchen getting closer.
"Alright everyone, here's the kitchen!" Dick says as he stopped by a swinging door that had a sign next to it that said 'KITCHEN'.
"Sweet! I'm famished!" Soos exclaimed.
Wendy smirked, forgetting about the rich girl for now. "Awesome!"
Dipper smiled as well. 'Maybe a little food will let me not worry...'
As soon as Dipper, Wendy, and Soos followed Dick into the kitchen, Mabel turned to Candy and whispered. "Don't worry, Can-Can, I'm fine. I was just pretty amazed by the hotel!" she reassured her with a bright braced-filled smile.
Candy looked unsure, but seeing that Mabel was smiling brightly, she decided to let it go. "Well...okay."
"Hey, what are you girls whispering about now?" Grenda asked curiously and loudly.
Candy looked over at Grenda. "Oh, nothing! Just...stuff."
"Aw, I want to know about stuff! I seem to always miss everything!" Grenda frowned.
Mabel giggled, "Don't worry about it, Grenda! But man, what do you think of this hotel so far? I think it looks really nice!"
Grenda grinned. "Me too! I love how retro it is!"
Candy nodded with a smile. "Yeah. It's very artsy!"
It was then Mr. Hallorann opened the kitchen door and stuck his head out. "Come on now, you got to try it while it's fresh! I pride myself on mirroring my Grandma's recipe." He smirked.
Mabel smiled back. "Sure thing, Dick! Onward, girls! Hunger!" Mabel exclaimed to her friends as she pointed forward.
"Hunger!" Grenda and Candy exclaimed as well, pumping their fists into the air.
Dick laughed. "Well, come on in! Just be sure to get smaller portions."
"Yes sir!" all three girls saluted with smiles.
(1. You can look up what the room looks like in Google Images, but instead of Oregon Lounge, type "Colorado Lounge". I tried to describe it as best as I can, but hopefully, the description would look like the pic I just described. :P
(2. Same as above, except type in "The Gold Room" in the Google search engine. ;)
Well, I'll stop here. Sorry for doing so, but I want to let you all know that this is still going! I also want to let you all know that I'm trying to update my chapters a little quicker than usual. Like I said, I won't be able to write longer chapters like I used to(unless if it's one of my epic stories. XP ), but I will let them be at least a good length for you all to read! :D
But yeah, please tell me what you all think of it so far! I really would love to know! Maybe you can give me a review? Or a fave and a follow? Do tell me! :)
In the next chapter, I'll let Dick explain Mabel's 'gift', as well as other stuff! Don't worry, I'll get to the spooky stuff soon! ;D
Until then, see you all later and keep on rocking everybody! ^_^
-TSP