A/N: sorry I haven't updated I've had a little case of writer's block. Anyway, please review and thank you to thebigZ1, crazyenchancerdirectionergir l8, Mabel lover, and the two guests, YOU'RE AWESOME!

Ch.13

"Damn those kids!" Grunkle Stan cursed as he, Soos, and Wendy walked into the mystery shack, "I bet they're off playin' spin th' bottle with those little 'friends' of their's"

"whatever." Wendy groaned, "oh, look at the time, it's 7:00. Time sure doesn't fly here, but my shift's over, so see ya, dorks." A girlish scream then filled the air. They looked over at Soos who was trembling in fear. He slowly pointed across the room at a small corner, where a dead little girl, Dipper, and Mabel, lay, covered in blood. Silence filled the tourist trap.

"somebody call the hospital," Grunkle Stan panicked, "AND MAKE IT SNAPPY!" Soos, who was standing closest to phone, quickly picked it up and dialed the digits 9-1-1.

"hello, this is Julia Peterson speaking, how may I help you?" The nice lady on the phone asked.

"uh... Uh.." Soos stuttered.

"gimme the phone Soos!" Stan demanded. Soos did as told. "Hello, yes this is Stan pines, and um.. I-It's my niece and nephew, they- they were attacked as it looks, and there's some other little girl, oh man, they're all covered in blood and everything. It-It's really bad, I- just get over here!"

"Okay sir, where do you live?" The woman asked

"618 hirsch drive, HURRY!" Stan answered.

"yes. an ambulance will be there shortly.

4 hours later

Mabel's POV

I woke to the sound of coughing. Everything was so bright. I saw several figures walking around me.

"where am I?" I wondered aloud.

"you're in a hospital kid." The voice Grunkle Stan sounded scared, and weak, but I was glad to hear it.

"oh." I said.

"oh! Mrs. Pines you're awake!" A man exclaimed, I assumed this was the doctor. "I'm dr. Harrison, how are you feeling?" I was right

"I feel like barf." I groaned, "where's Dipper?"

"Oh, uh, he's right behind me, he's not not doing very well, though." The doctor answered. He backed away. Dipper looked horrible. his face was pale, but not the ashen gray of death. I started to cry. His pulse was low, and wasn't increasing. I don't know what life would be like without him.

"Don't cry, he should be outta here by Wednesday." The doctor reassured. I nodded, though I was sure Dipper's life was coming to an end.

Wow. This is the most typing I've ever done, but it was worth it. I think.