Being paralyzed sucks, but having the twins here helping me out is making it a little more bearable. I'll admit, I wasn't too happy with having the twerps around at first and they did get on my nerves the first time they came here, but gradually, I got use to them.

When Mabel's not feeding me, helping to exercise my limbs, and basically every other function I can't do anymore, she will stick around to keep me company with her jokes, playing games with me, and showing me cute animal videos on the internet. Granted, sometimes the interests she shares with me can be a little too girly and sugar-coated for my taste, but it's better than being bored to death.

Mabel would also bring her pet pig, Waddles, to act as animal therapist. I forgive Waddles for shrinking my skinny-jeans; not like a four-legged animal would have any ill intent (Though from Mabel's story of the unicorn, that might not be entirely so.).

Even Dipper, with our unhinged past, has gotten a little less of a nuisance and we've decided to bury the hatchet and become friends. Dipper would often read some science book to me or have me play Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons (which felt more like homework than an actual game, but again, better than being bored to death). I mostly didn't understand half of what he was saying and I pulled a brain cell trying to, but I knew he was always saying something smart and I'm glad I was able to at least learn what I can from him.

Things were going pretty okay for me. Then one day, Dipper and Mabel brought in my wheelchair.

"What's that doing in here?" I asked.

"Well," said Dipper, "your mom and dad said you haven't been using your wheelchair, so we thought maybe it'd be good for you practice and spend some time outside."

Outside?! Where everyone can see me?! I didn't want that!

"Uh... No thank you. I'm perfectly fine staying here."

"Robbie, it's not healthy for you to be lying in bed forever. I mean you almost broke your jaw from eating a bowl of Jell-O; you need your vitamin D."

"I'll just have a glass of milk and I'll be fine."

"Oh no. You're going outside. Mabel, get the crane ready."

I watched as Mabel brought out the crane that she had glued googly eyes and feathers onto. I wish I had the ability to run away at the moment, but I couldn't do anything as she put me into the sling and lifted me into the chair.

"Okay, you got me into my chair." I groaned, "You still can't get me down the stairs."

"That's why we installed a lift."

"It'll be fun." said Mabel, "It's like riding an escalator at the mall."

The twins rolled me over to the stairs where the lift was installed. I was scared looking down the stairs as they wheeled me over. Mabel then crawled up and sat on my lap.

"Don't worry; I'm gonna be with you all the way through the ride."

Mabel pressed the button. We started going down slowly.

"WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

As we reached down, Mabel then took the joystick of my wheelchair and pushed it forward. Dipper opened the door with light piercing my eyelids.

"UGH!" I cringed.

"Yeah, I get that feeling every time I exit a movie theater." said Mabel.

When I eyes finally adjusted, I saw that not much had changed outside of a few shrubs growing taller. Still the same cemetery I was use to.

"See?" said Dipper, "Everything is fine."

At that moment, the zombies started popping out of the ground.

"HEY!" shouted Mabel, "YOU GET BACK WHERE YOU BELONG!"

Surprisingly, the zombies all cooperated and went back into their graves. I guess I've underestimated the little brace-face.

"You see, Robbie. Nothing to worry about."

Too little, too late. In the distance, I could see my old friends grouped together, talking to one another.

"Nope. I can't do this. Lets go back inside."

"Why?" asked Mabel.

"Cause I don't want my friends to see me like this."

"Robbie, they know what happened." said Dipper, "Besides, they're your friends; they're not gonna make fun of you for being in a wheelchair."

"I don't wanna risk it."

"Too bad."

Dipper then started pushing me over. I tried to reach for the joystick with my mouth, but it kept slipping out of my mouth (it turned out Mabel lubricated it with doughnut glaze). It was already too late, for they already saw me.

"Robbie? Is that you?" said Wendy.

They all came over.

"It's good to see you again!" said Lee, "Man, we haven't seen you in ages. Thompon's especially been a wreck since your accident."

"ROBBIE!"

Thompson ran up to me and threw his arms around me and sobbed.

"Robbie, I'm sorry! It should've been me!"

"Thompson, you're on my breathing tube." I gagged.

Thompson quickly let go and apologized.

"Man, its so good to see you again." said Nate. "We need to set up some playdates soon. I know you like laser tag."

"Oh, I don't know. I can't grasp a laser gun."

"Don't worry, Robbie;" said Mabel, "I'll hold the gun for you while you steer."

"Great." said Wendy, "Its all settled then."

Wow. Going outside turned out better than I thought.