The rest of Mabel's night was a bit of a blur. She didn't remember much of it, except for when she woke at Grenda's house about six in the morning. There were plenty of DVDs spiraled out between her and Grenda, who was snoring rather loudly.
"Uhh, Grenda?" Mabel nudged, poking Grenda.
"Wha?" Grenda asked, starting to look up.
"It's six a.m. Thursday. We gotta get ready for class."
"WAIT, IT'S SIX?!"
Mabel's peaceful attempt to wake Grenda up was suddenly interrupted by the girl jumping up and getting ready at an extraordinary pace.
"Sorry, Mabel, can't talk. I'm late for conditioning class. Pretty much the only good part of a school day." Grenda said, running out the door faster then Mabel could even hold her hand out to wave.
Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she noticed she had quite a few angry texts from Dipper questioning where she was. Guess she'd have to explain that later.
Mabel walked out of Grenda's room, said hi to Grenda's mom who was in the kitchen, popped a mint in her mouth and ran off to school. She did at least make it into first period with thirty seconds to spare.
Thankfully, Mabel's day was again peaceful, as it was only the second day of school. Mostly going over the last half of some particularly long syllabi and doing typical "getting to know you" exercises.
That was, until last period rolled around, and Mabel received her English essay back from Mr. West.
What Sparkles Mean to Me
Mabel Pines
C-
Sparkles have been part of my identity for a long time. When people think of sparkles, they tend to think of none other then yours truly. Over the years I've tried various different brands and combinations of sparkles on various objects, including myself, my brother, and a pig. While Glossy Gabbers does certainly have the most colorful sparkles, GlitterRox has better packaging overall and...
Blargh. Mabel could hardly stand to read anymore of her own writing. She even had to admit it was particularly weak for herself. How out of it was she yesterday?
Finally, when the bell rang for everyone to go home, Mabel stayed behind, taking a few deep breaths in order to prepare herself for the first confrontation she had done in like, ever. Well, except for going off on her brother once or twice. But he might've been actually right one of those times.
"Um, Mr. West..." Mabel started, walking up to the man's desk. "May I speak with you for just a minute? Privately?"
A girl behind Mabel made a cooing sound as she walked out the door. Mr. West smiled at Mabel as he closed the door and sat back down at his desk.
"Certainly, Mabel. I'm going to assume this is about your grade." Mr. West stated. Man, that accent was driving Mabel nuts.
"Uh, yes...I know I didn't write the best essay, but I was really kinda out of it yesterday, so if there's anything I can do for you to get that grade up..." Mabel stuttered, struggling at confrontation more then she had expected. "I mean, you don't have to, I was just wondering if I could-"
Mr. West laughed. "Yes, I did think that essay was a bit odd. However, there is a way to make that up."
With that, he gave Mabel a devious smile which simply confused her but had so many implications to Mr. West. It was time for him to capture his prey.
"So, do you want me to, like, write another essay?" Mabel asked.
"Not exactly." Mr. West said, walking up to his wooden door and turning the lock on it so no one else would be able to enter. Something about him locking the door was making Mabel feel strange.
No, no, he's just a teacher, Mabel thought to herself. Maybe this is like some sort of super confidential extra credit paper I get just because I'm awesome and no one else can know about it? Yeah, that's it.
"Take a seat, Mabel." Mr. West commanded, still with the same smile on his face. She took a seat on a chair by his desk as the teacher pulled something out of his desk.
As the grey object flickered and a lens popped out of it, Mabel began to realize what it was.
"Uhh...what's with the video camera?" Mabel asked, with a nervous grin on her face. Mr. West was now hovering over her, and leaned over towards her and whispered something in her ear that brought chills down her spine.
"It's best if you don't ask questions, Mabel dear."
Meanwhile, the other Pines sibling was struggling to get attached to his new routine of getting dragged around by head of the paranormal club, Pearl. But that was a story for another time.
However, on his way to another destination for her, he paused at the door of Mr. West, his English teacher. It seemed a whole group of girls were peering through the door, whispering to one another and giggling.
"Uh...what's going on here?" Dipper asked to no one in particular. One of the girls turned around, with a hint of red in her makeup-covered fake.
"Oh my gosh, you're her brother, aren't you?" The girl asked Dipper, with a bit of a valley girl accent. "I don't know if you should see this..."
"See what? See what?" Dipper said, pushing his way towards the front of the group with a few girls mumbling protests at him. He hadn't seen Mabel at all since the morning they went off to school together. What exactly had he missed?
Dipper got his answer when he saw the long brown-haired girl appearing to be locking lips on the desk of none other then Mr. West.
"What the..." Dipper started, backing away from the door and letting his mind process just what exactly he had just seen before choking out an angry exclamation. "He can't do that! He's her teacher!"
"Well, she asked for extra credit." A darker-skinned girl with black hair informed Dipper, letting out a chuckle to herself. "And she's living out the fantasy of pretty much every girl at this school. I just wanna know why he chose her of all the girls."
"Yeah, I've got a more impressive bust then her." The valley girl from before added, as if anyone really cared.
"Whatever, what's going on in here is wrong and I'm putting a stop to it." Dipper said, tugging on the door.
"Don't bother. It's locked."
"Locked, huh? We'll see about that."
Dipper opened his bag and dug through it for a little bit, before managing to find a spare paper clip. He began to jiggle the paper clip in the door, his eyes still on the action.
His face suddenly turned to horror as the door opened to give him a full shot of Mr. West and Mabel. The teacher was now positioned by Mabel's neck, and Dipper could tell something was different about him. His eyes seemed darker, and as he examined the teacher, he knew something was different about his teeth.
Were those fangs?
Mabel had a similar scared expression on her face as she made eye contact with Dipper, showing she wasn't exactly in a willing position for this.
Dipper wasn't sure what to say, so he went with an old phrase he had previously used when he found that his sister had gotten herself into a strange situation:
"What the heck is going on here?!"
A/N: Well, the "trust no one in Gravity Falls" warning certainly works here. Because if you can't trust a teacher, then who can you trust?
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