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DIPPERS POV

A minion busted through the Shack door and stood in front of Bill. I watched through his eyes hoping that it wasn't about Mable, but sadly, it was. Bill laughed hysterically and told the guard to go back to his position. When the minion left Bill came into the my mind and was staring at me still laughing. "Well, I'm sorry dipper, oh, wait, not I'm not." He floated closer to me and looked down at me while I was sitting at the edge of my mind leaning up agenst an imaginary wall. "Dipper, your almost killing my happy mood. Almost. I have a plan for your sister, but I don't think you'll like it."

His hi pitched voice was getting on my nerves and I didn't like how he was talking about my sister. "Just go away Bill! You know I don't want you here!" I stood and stared daggers at him. "And I swear, if Mable gets hurt in any way-!" I was going to finish my sentence but Bill stuck his hand out.

"You'll what? Die? Because you know I'll kill you." His eye started glowing a deep bloody red. Then it was back to normal. "Sorry but I have to go deal with a little pest before we finish our conversation.

Bill snapped and a door appeared in front of him. Mable was in trouble and I wasn't going to let Bill, or anybody else, hurt her. I held out my hand and imagined a flamethrower in it. "Bill!" I shouted. When he turned, his eye got really wide. My fingers wrapped around the trigger and I looked him in his eye. "Your not going to touch my sister, and the only way that you are, is if you kill me first!" I pulled the trigger and flames bursted from the gun. Nobody was going to hurt Mable as long as I lived.

MABLES POV

My eyes slid open and I saw a beard hanging above me. I was in so much pain that I couldn't even move. Even breathing in air hurt my chest. I could hear faded words and muffled movements. Somebody reached out and grabbed my hand. It felt familiar in a way. My head hurt as I turned it far enough to the left to see who it was. "G-Grunc." Was all I could seem to get out. Tears slid down his face as he nodded and told me something that I couldn't understand.

After about a half an hour of sitting there, I started to actually hear peoples words and I got used to the stabbing pain in my chest. "C'mon Mcgucket! There has to be something you can do!" Grunckle Stan stood up and faced Mcgucket, whispering loud enough for me to barely hear, but I didn't think I was supposed to hear it. "If she dies, then your going next." He pointed his stubby finger at his face then sat down next to me and started holding my hand while he told me about the great times we had together over the summer.

Something poked my in my back pocket when I shifted on the floor. Then I remembered the lazer. My hand moved to my side but I couldn't find the freezer and I knew that they took the punching gun. I slid my hand underneth me and kicked off my only shoe left in the process. Mcgucket walked over to my foot and picked something small up. He started jumping around screaming random words. Then he pulled a small screwdriver out of his beard and started fiddling with it.

My hand was still in my pocket but I couldn't reach it. I looked at Geunckle Stan and tried speaking again. "Pock- pocket." I said hoping he would get it. Eventually he got what I was saying and went around to my right side and pulled out the lazer.

A weird look went across his face. "What kinda piece of junk is this, kid?" He looked at me with his finger on the trigger.

"Lazer." I said in a painful rush. Stan looked at the deadly weapon and then at me. He got up and took it to Mcgucket. They started talking but I couldn't hear them. They both walked over to me, but Mcgucket had the bubbler in his hand and it was pointed at me. I knew it couldn't do any harm but i knew that he had been messing with it.

He fired the gun at my broken ribs and bubbles started popping on my sweater and soaking it. The liquid went through my sweater and my shirt to my skin. My ribs started to feel better and I could move again, not much, but I could still move. After about fifteen minuets I tried to stand up and only had minimal pain. I quickly looked around the room to see if we were the only ones there, but we wern't. Lazy Susan was standing next to the barred door trying to talk to the monsters, Sherif Bulbs and Depuidy Durland were curled up in a corner shivering with fear and talking to one another, and there were a few other people in the room that I didnt know the names to; then I saw Pacifica. She stood by one of the barred windows looking out. The monster that took her form looked exactly like she did right then.

I limped to her and put my hand on her shoulder. "Are you ok?" I asked.

She shook her head and looked me in the eyes. "That thing, looked exactly like me! It tricked you into walking into your own death! I know I dont like you, but I wouldn't go that far." She surprisingly took my hand and whispered. "You know that? Right?"

I nodded and looked back at Stan and Mcgucket. "I've got to go see what there up to. Who knows, they might have some gummy bears." The thought of gummy bears made my stomach growl in hunger. "Whatcha two doin" I asked as I slowly walked over to them.

Stan looked at me. "Mable whats going on? Wheres Dipper?" His face looked worried.

My thoughts went straight to him. "Oh, Sparkles! I forgot! I need to get out of here! Bill took over dippers mind and we need him back! I need him back!" I started looking around the room for something to help me escape until Stan grabbed my shoulder.

"We have a plan Mable." Stan said. "Well use the lazer to cut through the bars and free the towns people. With everyone put together I'm pretty sure we can take down a few monsters while you escape and get Dipper."

We had the plan all worked out so we gathered all the people in the room, filled them in and got to work.

AN

BUT WHAT ABOUT DIPPER!? OH I'M SORRY BUT THAT WONT BE REVEALED UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER! HAVE A NICE DAY!