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EnJoyy

Chapter 5

"Macough..bel! Mabhiccupel! Where are you! Cough cough Mabel!"

He failed. He failed! He failed his Dad, his Mom, his sister. Himself. He was such a failure and a coward and a useless little kid. Just a stupid little kid who couldn't do anything right.

"MABEL!" He cried, his voice crumpled and hoarse. He couldn't remember the last time he was like this. As far as both Dipper and Mabel were concerned, his "freak outs" as his Dad liked to call them, had vanished from his life at age 10, only every now and then feeling claustrophobic while in a small room. During those times Dipper knew how to handle these types of things. But this, oh gosh, this. This was bad. So bad. Bad, bad, bad.

"Mabel…" Dipper cried again a little more quietly this time. Mabel always knew what to do when he was like this. She was the only one who could calm him down. Which is why it was ironic that the doctors said that she had caused it.

"It seems that your son has developed an incredibly unhealthy attachment to your daughter Mr. and Mrs. Pines. This is causing him to become incredibly insecure whenever she it not around causing him to panic. Usually, a child would be this way with his mother, but the fact that it's with his twin sister is strange.."

He remembered developing the fear of loosing Mabel at an early age.

And now his worst fear had come true.

He looked up at the pitch dark sky and at all the monster looking trees. He felt vulnerable and small. He didn't like this. Without his consent Dipper's body began to hyperventilate again.

"MABEL! MMMAAAABEEEEEELLLLLL WHHHEEEEERRREEEE AAARRREEEE YOUUUUU!"

"DIPPER!?"

Everything stopped. Was that who he thought it was?

"MAAAABBEEELL?! MABEL?!"

"DIPPER!? DIPPER?!"

Oh my God.

But where was the voice coming from? He was completely lost. Suddenly Dipper decided to shoot a glance up in the sky. If you squinted through the tree branches you could see a very faint far away big dipper with a handle pointing left.

He ran. He ran like hell. "MABEL!"

"DIPPER?!"

That was definitely her voice. Dippers heart started racing again creating the feeling of nausea. Never had he felt so anxious. Never had he wanted something so badly before.

Dipper raced after the voice, sprinting faster then his legs were capable of every now and then taking quick glances at the sky to make sure he was going in the right direction. "MABEL!? MABELLLL?!"

"DIPPER?!"

The voice was definitely getting closer giving the small boy more power than ever before. Suddenly a small light could be seen through one of the tree branches. Almost there. Almost there! Almost there!

His body stormed through the branches giving him scrapes and cuts and tearing his shirt even more. His eyes darted to the full moon and the now noticeable big dipper. In a short distance he could see the shack, his summer home, with a crowd of people surrounding it.

"Dippppppeeeerrrrr?!"

"Mabel." He smiled. Tears filling his eyes. "MABELL!?"

"DIPPER?"

There she was standing on her tiptoes on the top step of the Mystery Shack searching with worry eyes for her lost brother. The whole town was. They heard his voice but couldn't see him. Unexpectedly a small form was bumping and pushing through the huge crowd. The shoves had happened so fast that no one saw a small badly beaten up boy cling to the girl on the porch step. No one saw as he flung himself into his sister's opened arms. That's why every one jumped when they heard the wailing coming from the house.

There they were, Dipper and Mabel Pines together at last, holding each other so close that you swore that it was just one person standing there. If it weren't for the boy's shoulders bouncing up and down the allusion would've been perfect.

" Shhh Dipper, Dipper it's alright. It's alright." Said the girl who now took over a form that the town had never seen before. She gently stroked the boy's hair and clung to him as tightly as he did to her. "It's alright. It's alright I'm here." She whispered breaking away from their hug a little so that her forehead was touching his. "See? I'm alright. We're alright. I'm here." She said with a bright smile whipping some tears away from the boys scratched face. Dipper stared at his sister's face in utter horror, shook his head and went back to clinging and crying into her now soaked shoulder. This was what she feared.

By then, the town's people had begun to depart back to the campsite, leaving the siblings to their moment. Even Soos and Wendy walked back to their own families, worried about their friends but not wanting to disturb. Stan, though worried about his great niece and nephew walked inside; giving the two much needed space.

"Hey Dipper just breath. I'm right here. Breath Dipping Sauce…you're okay. Hey, I'm so, so sorry I scared you please forgive me. Please." Mabel soothed pushing down her own tears for her brother's sake. For a moment, she believed that she had lost him too.

In reply Dipper shook his head again his hair tickling Mabel's chin. This only made Mabel hold her brother more.

"Oh Dipper.. It's not you're fault….It's mine…." She felt her brother tense and cling more tightly.

"It's alright Dipping sauce I'm here. Mabel 's here."

That night, when the fireworks where going off, Stan watched his great niece and nephew shuffle through the house. They spent the rest of the night together, never leaving each other's side and never letting go of each other's hands. He watched from the top of his newspaper as Mabel took the role of leader, guiding her brother through out the house, cleaning and tending to his wounds while Dipper did nothing but follow and clutched Mabel's hand for dear life.

Around midnight, Stan decided to check on the two. The house had been unusually quieter than how the rest of the night had been. He climbed up the flight of stairs to the attic and opened the door with a soft squeak. He smiled softly. The twins who occupied Mabel's bed where in over sized matching t-shirts hair damp from a previous shower that he assumed had both had taken together since he only heard the water run once.

Stan sighed reaching over to Dippers side of the room to grab another blanket. He knew things got bad whenever the kids where apart for more than a couple of hours, but he never had guessed it was THIS bad. He saw Dipper, who was still clinging to Mabel, curled up towards her while Mabel protectively had her arms around him. Despite the peaceful look on Dippers face, it was obvious that the kid was pretty banged up by the shortness of his breaths. Shit Kid, Stan sighed realizing what had caused the boys attack. Grunting he suddenly remembered the ripped clothes and holes he had to deal with. Probably why he wasn't wearing his usual pjs. Throwing the extra blanket over the kids and patting each of them on the head he decided he would deal with it another time.

The important thing was that the twins where together. To them, that's all that ever really mattered.

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