Hi guys! Sorry that I haven't posted a chapter in awhile. I want to say thank you to ninjawriter2 and Afiction (sorry if I got your username wrong) for the awesome reviews. I loved them so much! Well, back to the story.
When Mabel woke up she was on the floor, with Waddles licking her face.
"Waddles!" she scolded playfully, wiping tears from her eyes.
She had yet again dreamed of the day Dipper was taken from her. But today it didn't make her feel alone and depressed. Today it only made her more determined to get her brother back and take that stupid demon down.
She stood up and brushed the dust off her nightgown. She knew she would need more than just the journal and grappling hook to get Dipper back. And what better place to look than Dipper's side of the room?
She began to scavenger through his things, looking for something, ANYTHING, that would help.
And she found a key.
Literally, a key.
The key was long and gold, and had some sort of symbol or emblem on it. It looked a lot like a bird, an eagle maybe?
Suddenly it clicked in her mind. The president's key!
She remembered when they had freed the 8th and a half president, Quentin Trembley from his cage of peanut brittle. He had made her a congressman (congresswoman?) and had given Dipper his presidents' key. She put it in the backpack with the journal and grappling hook.
She was later downstairs with her Great Uncle Ford. He was still working on whatever he had been working on last summer. Dipper had been downstairs with him a lot, and was very interested in just about anything Ford did. It didn't seem that exciting to her. All he was doing was fiddling with some empty snowglobe that had been broken since last year.
She was standing next to him, watching him work. He had been fiddling, organzing, and searching through his journals for about half an hour, when he suddenly spoke up.
"Your brother didn't really drown, did he?"
Mabel's jaw dropped open, "What... No, yes? No he drowned!"
Ford smiled, "I know a supernatural situation when I see one. What really happened Mabel?"
She shrugged, "I don't want to talk about."
I don't want you or anyone else in danger. That was what she really meant.
"Alright, but if things get out of hand, you'll get me, right?"
"Sure" said Mabel. She trudged back upstairs, and looked through her drawers for a nightgown. But she found something else.
"Huh?" she gasped, and she picked up-a bag of smile dip?
How did that get in her drawer?
Maybe she brought it back with her by mistake when she had gone to the Dusk 2 Dawn last summer and hadn't noticed. She did have crazy hallucinations for about an hour. Who knew what that smile dip did to her?
She put it in Dipper's backpack along with the other things. Better safe than sorry.
...
She was still laying awake at about midnight that night. She got up to check the backpack again, even though she already had about six times. There was the journal, grappling hook, presidents' key, and smile dip. Just thinking about going to face off Bill made her crazy nervous. Did she enough objects? Too many? How would she face off Bill? What condition would her brother be in?
And her biggest fear, was she too late?
Was Dipper already dead?
She pushed the thought aside and forced herself too sleep. She made a decision. One more object. Then she would go.