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Agh, this chapter is everywhere! Sorry guys!
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"Is she alright?"
That was the first thing that came out of Dipper's mouth as the doctor slipped back into the waiting room, eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Dipper paused in his pacing, freezing where he was. Unable to relax, unable to sleep, unable to even stand still, the teen had paced and paced and paced, unable to do anything but let his mind wander to his deepest fears and darkest thoughts. Pain and worry struck hard into his heart and mind, tearing it apart from the inside, destroying him with it's corruption.
Stan, on the other hand, sat in one of the plastic chairs provided, leaning heavily on his elbows, fingers folded underneath his hand as he glared at the ground, eyes dull and faraway.
Like Dipper, as soon as he heard the door creak open, he stopped whatever thoughts he had flowing, sitting up quickly and coming to attention.
The doctor sighed and ran a hand through his short, brown hair. Carefully, he lowered himself into one of the available seats himself.
"Yes. We got her hooked up to a breathing machine and she's finally stable. But what we found...is very strange. In her records, she usually gets allergies around this time of year, correct?"
"Yeah." Dipper answered for Stan, settling down in a chair himself, both legs bouncing in a need to keep moving.
The doctor stared at both of them. "Well, the allergies were caused by some of the magic in the atmosphere, a normal occurrence and very common. Around eighty-nine percent of people in the world are allergic to some of the magic miasma released in the air."
"Magic miasma?" Dipper asked.
The doctor gave him a wane smile. "I suppose you wouldn't have learned about that yet, Mr. Pines."
Dipper shook his head.
"Well, magic often releases it's own form of waste into the air when preformed; like how creatures breath out carbon dioxide. However, this miasma isn't deadly or bad in the slightest, normally. Some weird weather once in a while, sometimes an influx of creatures in one area or another, but nothing too terrible. However, interestingly enough, research has found that this miasma is less like normal air pollution but more like...Um, ocean currents. There's all sorts of different types of magic and each different branch releases it's own form of waste. These different types don't mix together, but instead weave around each other in the air, like a current. Are you following?"
Dipper nodded. "I think so."
The doctor gave him a reassuring smile before diving back into his explanation. "These currents move incredibly slow. Sometimes one will shift a little every fifty or so years, but that's it, really. This is important as certain people are allergic to different forms of miasma. Miss Pines here happens to be allergic to blood magic, as it is. Of course, blood magic is very rarely used anymore for...obvious reasons and because of this, there is very little of that sort of waste in the air. Still following?"
"Yup." Dipper chimed.
"So, what I believe has happened is that that certain strain of miasma in the air shifted slightly- just enough to warrant an attack of this sort."
"And that's why she couldn't breath?" Dipper inquired, sitting on the edge of his seat.
The doctor nodded slowly. "That's why she couldn't breath." He echoed.
"So, is something like this going to happen again? Are you going to fix her?" Stan bit in roughly, leaning back and crossing his arms, a guarded look in his eye.
The doctor's small smile fell. "Well, as I said, these currents are very slow-"
"Don't sugarcoat things, doc." Stan interrupted gruffly.
"Without the machine, Miss Pines wouldn't be alive currently."
Dipper gasped, hands flying to his face.
Stan stared up at the ceiling, squeezing his eyes together and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"But there is an alternative. We do have special medication that should keep this allergy at bay. It's...very new, however. You'd have to sign a contract and-"
"Will it keep her alive? Will she be able to live like a normal human being?"
"Yes. She'd just have to take the pill three times a day; one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one in the evening."
Stan sighed. "Go get me the damn paperwork."
The doctor nodded and stood up.
"Wait! Um, could I see Mabel?" Dipper asked suddenly, hopping to his feet in a flash.
"She's sleeping right now and-"
"I don't care."
The doctor glanced towards Stan, who simply gave a small and tired nod.
The doctor sighed.
"She's on the sixth floor. Room six-eighteen."
Giving the doctor a grateful glance, Dipper scurried out past him and to the elevator, practically smashing the button to call the small, metal box down.
Dipper rocked back and forth on his heels, watching the numbers tick down with impatience. Why did they have to take so long?
Finally, the elevator opened up.
Dipper hurried on inside and smashed the button labeled 6 with his finger. The double doors closed, in Dipper's opinion, way too slowly, and the small metal box finally started moving.
The young brunet paced a little inside, stomach rising and dropping with the movement happening. He watched the numbers tick upwards at a crawling pace.
"C'mon, c'mon." He urged quietly.
Finally, the elevator dinged and the door slid open to reveal another white-washed hallway.
Stepping out of the small, metal box, Dipper took one glance at a sign directing him to different rooms before turning left, jogging lightly.
Luckily for him, no one else was in the hallways, allowing him to run as he wished and not get berated for it.
Head turned to the right, he counted down the numbers mentally, still shivering slightly.
After what felt like forever and a day, again, the young boy read out room six-eighteen.
Screeching to a stop before the door, Dipper let out a small breath he didn't know he was even holding in. Rolling his shoulders back, he gently grabbed the knob and pushed the door open, stepping inside the small room.
As the doctor had told him, Mabel was asleep on the little bed provided for her. A light sheet was draped around her frame, brown hair spilled out behind her on the pillow. She had been changed into a hospital gown, her normal clothes folded and sat on a nearby chair for now.
Mabel's chest rose and fell deeply, on account that a plastic mask was strapped to her lower jaw, covering her open mouth. A machine next to her whirred softly in time to the light beeping of her heart monitor, pumping steady oxygen into her lungs.
Despite the machinery, despite the setting, despite what just happened not even a few hours ago, Mabel looked completely at peace in her slumber.
Dipper raised a hand up to wipe away his tears once again.
"Oh, Mabel." The young brunet gasped, grabbing a nearby chair available and pushing up net to her bed. He sunk down into it and watched his twin while she slept, his worry fading but never truly disappearing. "You-You're going to be okay now." Dipper assured her, not caring that she couldn't hear him. "We'll get you medicine and you'll be fine. W-We'll be able to run around again. Like the mall. You love the mall." Dipper sniffed and rubbed his eyes. Though he hadn't really looked at himself lately, he knew that he probably looked like a giant mess with purple bags, tear tracts, reddened face, and a nasty bedhead.
He didn't care.
His muscles slowly relaxed in the presence of his twin and he gently laid his arms and head next to hers.
His eyelids fluttered gently, exhaustion finally overtaking him as his adrenaline faded away.
Closing his eyes, the boy focused his ears on Mabel's even breaths, pulsating in perfect tandem with the machines in the room.
Slipping his one hand into hers and giving it a small squeeze, Dipper finally nodded off, mind easily falling into the black and thankfully dreamless abyss.
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Mabel groaned weakly. The dryness of her throat was killing her, along with a slight twinge of pain in her chest. She shivered a little, her entire body cold, which was unusual considering that she was normally wrapped up tightly in bed with Waddles, warm and cozy.
The brunette carefully cracked open her eyes, wincing at the amount of light that hit her revealed orbs. Squinting, she waited for the sharp pain to dissipate, slowly becoming more aware of what was going on around her
A pure white ceiling stared down at her while the smell of sanitation assaulted her nostrils. Wrinkling her nose, it only took a few more seconds for the girl to realize she had some sort of plastic mask or another strapped. She sucked in the air it gave her, breathing out her nostrils naturally.
Weak, faraway memories of last night washed up to the surface of her mind, foggy and confusing. She remembered waking up in the middle of the night unable to catch her breath. She also remembered getting up and taking a slow walk over to Dipper's bed in a mad bid for him to wake up... wake up and do what she didn't know, but for him to do something, to help her in some way. She had fallen down, however, and the more she moved the more she couldn't breath. Mabel wasn't entirely sure how she had got to her brother's bed in time to shake him awake, and after that everything was a blur of air trying to be forced into her lungs, paired with the warmth of hairy arms carrying her around, and all-encompassing blackness as her vision faded and with it, along with clarity of what she was hearing around her.
Mabel shivered at the memories and banished them from her mind. That- that was in the past. No use dwelling in them now. She was safe.
She was safe.
Turning her head weakly to the side, she stared at her sleeping twin, his hand still lying in hers, fingers weaved together.
Unable to talk, Mabel lightly squeezed his hand, wanting him to wake up, recalling the last memory of him begging her to be okay and to breathe and how he cried and panicked, shivering terribly as hysteria set in...
Mabel squeezed Dipper's hand harder and, with her other hand, ran her fingers through the slightly greasy locks on his head, dragging her fingers along his scalp. She wanted to take the mask off, to call out his name, but she'd seen enough T.V shows to know that was a terrible idea. So, she settled to touching, prodding and poking.
Finally, Dipper's still baggy eyes opened up, crust lining the eyelids. He groaned, sitting up and popping his most likely sore back, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
His brown eyes, however, immediately snapped to her's, registering that she was, indeed awake.
"Mabel!" He gasped, voice hoarse from crying, screaming, and lack of liquid.
She, in turn, gave him a smile.
"Oh gods I was so worried! You- you couldn't breathe and I didn't know what to do and I couldn't help at all and-" He bowed his head slightly, eyes mirroring the shame he felt. "I'm sorry."
Mabel shook her head angrily. Or, well, as angrily as she could without disconnecting anything. She jabbed him almost painfully in the cheek, wagging a finger at him while she leveled a glare at him, a glare that said as clear as day, don't you blame yourself for this. It wasn't your fault!
Dipper sighed as he met her glare, shoulders falling slightly. "Y-Yeah." He coughed out.
Mabel grinned, then waved her hand around to point at the mask on her face, confusion settling into her brows.
"Oh! Yeah, well this is caused by your allergies to some magic in the air. There's apparently more magic you're allergic to in the air than normal, causing the swelling. T-They said you have to keep that mask on or else...or else..." Dipper trialed off and glanced towards the wall, not wanting to finish his sentence.
Mabel gave his hand another squeeze. She knew what he was trying to say, and that fact sent a trill of fear through her.
She didn't let it show, however.
"Anyways, Stan went and filled out some paperwork or whatever to get a special pill to prevent you, from, um, yeah. And they already have some in stock so you'll be able to leave later today I think!"
Mabel grinned at him. If the prospect of her having to take medication for the rest of her life phased her in the slightest, she didn't show it.
Behind the twins, the door slowly cracked open. Dipper turned around to watch the doctor from before trail in with a palish Stan behind him.
"Ah, I see you're finally both awake. That's good. Miss. Pines, do you know what happened last night?"
Mabel nodded while at the same time, Dipper said, "I already filled her in on everything. Including the pills and stuff."
The doctor smiled. "Good. Well, now I need to discuss some minor things with Miss Pines alone, as well as give her her first pill." He turned to Stan. "You have the prescription and the first bottle, correct?"
Stan nodded and held up the little bag he was carrying. "All right here."
"Good." He turned back to Dipper. "You have school to go to and Miss Pines needs her rest."
Dipper muttered under his breath but stood up nonetheless. Giving Mabel one last tight hug and a few whispered words of love and slight worry, he let go and padded over to Stan, a frown already tugging at his corners.
"Don't worry, she'll be released by the end of the day." He reassured the two as they left.
"Fine, fine. Thanks, doc." Stan grumbled slipping back out into the hall with Dipper on his heels.
The two barely glanced at one another as they waited for the elevator. Both looked like a mess spending a night at the hospital; still wearing their night clothes, hair a mess, with thick lines and bags under each of their eyes.
Trailing into the elevator, the two leaned on the wall as people flitted in and out on their descent downwards to the ground floor. Dipper blinked blearily, rubbing his eyes once more with the back of his hand.
Mabel would be fine. That's what they said after all. She might have to take permanent medication after this, but she would be fine.
Stan didn't say a word to the male half of the twins until both were in his car.
Dipper wasn't so sure when Stan went and got his car from the house, but he was glad that he had. Riding the bus would've been terrible.
"Dipper, are you going to school today or not? You don't have to if you don't want too." Stan bit out a bit gruffly, voice rough from lack of sleep.
Dipper bit his lip. Sure, exhaustion was still weighing down on his bones like lead weights and his mind was still a bit foggy. Plus, he probably looked as disgusting as he felt. However, skipping a day of school meant missing work and learning, stuff he didn't want to make up.
Dipper glanced at the time- 6:53 a.m.
He'd be a bit late, but...
Dipper shook his head. "I'll go to school. Don't want to miss anything." He explained.
Stan shook his head. "Crazy." he muttered under his breath.
Dipper chuckled softly and turned and stared out the window, watching the world pass by.
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"Grunkle Stan was right. I am crazy." Dipper muttered to himself, smashing his face down over his English book. He was supposed to be reading a play or something and, using a chart, point out different examples of symbolism and their meanings.
However, not only was the task given to him boring beyond belief, his eyes didn't want to stay open much longer.
It also didn't help that most the school already heard of what happened last night, causing rumors to run rampant.
Dipper could feel the eyes on him, waiting for him to fall asleep, break, or something. With his tendency to mutter under his breath, paired with his lack of social skills and his unnatural curiosity with magic, beasts, and the surrounding forest, a number of other students saw him as, at the very least, a bit on the weird side and, at the very most, downright crazy.
Of course, neither bothered him too much, normally. The fact that other kids liked keeping a polite distance from him was mostly relaxing as he didn't have to worry about embarrassing himself in front of others.
However, today that usual barrier had been broken with whispered words, glances, and inquiring questions that drained him of what little energy he had.
And it made him just a bit on the angry side.
Dipper focused on what was being said behind him from a group of girls, having heard a whisper of his name being spoken.
"-is sister is in the hospital."
"No way!"
"Do...know what happened?"
"...heard...something with magic."
"...she dead?"
"...dying?"
Dipper hissed. This was only his third class of the day and he was already done with this. Using his anger and hatred, he steeled himself and whipped around, leveling the best glare he could at the group.
"If you want to ask something, ask it to my face instead of trying to whisper behind my back and spread more stupid rumors!" He snapped, drawing the entire room's attention.
The girls blushed and stuttered a bit with broken apologies and awkward defensive words.
"Well, what happened then?" A strawberry blonde, who Dipper vaguely remembered was named Stacy, finally asked, her green eyes narrowed and lips pursed, trying to puff herself up and look brave and impressive.
Dipper thought she looked stupid, holding her head high like that, as if she had in inkling of what went on, but his other classmates seemed to disagree with his sentiment, staring at her with large shining eyes.
Dipper felt his throat constrict a little as those horrible memories washed over him. "She had a bad allergic reaction. That's all." He spat out, grinding his teeth together.
Stacy rolled her eyes and flipped her hair. "That's all? I doubt it. Too much weirdness around you and your sister for that to be it."
"Mabel is not weird." Dipper fought back, blood boiling with hatred. His mind was fuzzy with lack of sleep and in that moment, he really didn't care he was making a scene.
"Please. You and you're sister are the twins of weirdness. You just go on and on about old legends and junk all day while she makes and wears the stupidest of things. And I heard she actually eats glitter. Maybe that's why she's the was she is."
Dipper growled as their classmates stared on. Now that Stacy's true colors had been shown, more people looked a bit uncomfortable at what was being said.
"Hey, Stacy. Lay it off, will you? You're being a little bit too mean." One of her friends, a blonde girl called Rebecca asked, eyeing Dipper who had turned almost creepily silent, brown eyes burning.
"Well, at least we're not a fake, plastic doll of a person who can't even read read English correctly." Dipper shot back.
Stacy snarled, her face pinching as she stood up in her seat.
"Stacy!" Rebecca called, tugging on her friend's skirt in a bid to get her to sit back down. "You'll wake Ms. Martin up and then we'll all really get in trouble!"
Stacy briefly glanced over at their perpetually sleeping teacher before yanking herself out of Rebecca's grasp to storm up to Dipper, who was now standing up himself.
"Oh, you're pathetic. She spat in his face, placing her hands on her hips and using the two inches she had on the brunet to her advantage.
"Really? Pathetic? That's the best insult you got?" Dipper challenged, adrenaline pumping through him once more.
Dipper couldn't help but smirk some. Looks like hanging out with Bill helped him a bit when it came to come-backs.
Stacy growled. "At least I can afford an insult."
"Least I don't have to buy one in the first place."
Narrowing her eyes even more, the girl was at the end of her line. "You know what, geek? I don't like your attitude! You should stay on the bottom of the social ladder where you belong."
"Or what?"
Stacy lifted her hand. "Ignis." She hissed, causing her fingers to spark orange flames.
Dipper took a few steps back, eyes wide at the girl in disbelief. She was threatening him with fire over pretty much nothing.
He wasn't the only one to think she was going overboard.
"Stacy!" Rebecca snapped again, quickly running to her friend's side, taking off her cardigan to grab Stacy's hand and put the fire out. Stacy, of course, fought back, spouting out insults and weak threats.
Meanwhile, the entire class had exploded into chatter and yelling, some to egg on the fight and others to wake up the teacher, who was, to her credit, slowly coming to.
By the time the fire was put out, Ms. Martin was completely awake. The old teacher still looked groggy, but she was able to focus on the small scuffle that just happened.
"Wha...What's going on 'ere?" She slurred, rubbing her large red nose.
"Stacy just threatened Dipper with fire magic, ma'am." A brown-haired student chimed in, green eyes wide.
Ms. Martin snapped to attention at that.
"Stacy! Go to the principle's office right now! Dipper, are you okay?"
Stacy seethed as she left.
Dipper nodded mutely.
Ms. Martin laid her head back down. "Ugh, it's to early for drama." She complained.
No one in the class told her it was already past noon.
"Get back to work..." She slurred one more time before settling in for another nap.
After a number of nervous glances and some apologies aimed at Dipper, the class settled back into their busy work.
Once again, Dipper laid his head back down on his book. Not only did he feel tired once more, but a horrible, pounding headache echoed throughout his brain, slamming all around.
Stupid school.
Stan had been right.
He was crazy.
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"Are you sure you're okay? Breathing normally? Not out of breath at all? If you're tired I could try and carry you or something-"
"Bro-bro." Mabel stated, raising her hand up and interrupting his worried rambling. "One, I doubt you could carry me with your noodle arms."
Dipper pouted at that.
"Second, I'm fine. That magical pill thing worked wonders! No harm done! Really. Besides, I'm the master at holding my breath for long periods of time!"
Dipper sighed. "I know, I know. I'm just...worried, is all."
Mabel gave him a small smile and leaned across the backseat, giving him a large hug.
"You worry too much, broski! At this rate, you'll have gray hairs before getting a girlfriend!"
Dipper spluttered at that. "Mabel! I don't want a girlfriend!"
She shrugged. "Fine then. A boyfriend it is!"
"No!" Dipper protested again.
Stan grumbled from the front seat. "It's good to have you back kiddo and it's good to hear Dipper's voice crack again, but could you both keep it down a bit? I can't hear the radio!"
Dipper frowned and shot Stan a glare.
Mabel giggled.
The ride continued on, not silent in the least, filled with Mabel's jokes and Dipper's response, both simply grateful to have one another once again.
Finally, Stan pulled the car up to the Mystery Shack. "Okay, we're home. I'm going to order pizza. Get the usual?" He asked, throwing the door open.
Both the twins cheered in agreement and got out with him.
Stan scratched his back and eyed the two. "Stay out of trouble and, uh, all the other stuff guardians tell kids not to do." He coughed out before turning and heading on inside.
"Stan! You forgot-"
Dipper's voice was cut off by the slam of the door.
Dipper sighed. Stan had forgotten to get Mabel's medicine out of the back seat.
"Don't worry about it, bro-bro! We'll get it later! For now, I must go and find Waddles!"
Dipper rolled his eyes as Mabel ran into the shack herself.
The young brunet followed at a slower pace, just grateful to have Mabel back.
What a stressful day.
What a stressful situation, really.
Dipper sighed and turned his head up to the sky, where a few...were those clouds green?
Dipper stared at the clouds, trying to decide if it was just a trick of the light, or if his eyes were just being weird or something, but no, the clouds high above were actually tinted green ever so slightly.
Dipper poked his finger into his mouth before feeling the air. There was no wind, and tornadoes really didn't form in Oregon.
The doctor's words rang in his mind.
Weird weather, huh? Dipper wasn't so sure whether or not to call slightly tinted clouds weird weather, but it was definitely strange. Then again, what did he know? He'd have to go to the library for this...
A huge grin split Dipper's face.
He had totally forgotten that his grounding had ended! He could actually go to the library now and study the stuff he needed to!
And what he needed to study right now was this magic miasma that hung in the atmosphere, and where the currents were. Maybe he could see where this 'blood magic miasma current' was and see when it'd move again!
Dipper trailed on inside the shack. Stan's voice could be clearly heard as he tried to order pizza off their old phone while Mabel's booming laughter rattled from upstairs, no doubt caused by her pig.
Dipper went ahead and followed the laughter, slipping into their room with ease.
It looked just as he left it last time; both beds a mess of covers and a few things still on the floor, knocked off from his desk.
Stepping around Mabel, who was currently rolling around on the floor, he bent down and grabbed two of the mystery novels he had gotten for his birthday, along with his new Swiss Army knife.
Staring down at the red handle, fragments of his dream the other night started to bleed through. He had dreamed about him and Bill playing in the forest...and, well, that's all he could remember, really.
It was weird, however. Dipper had never dreamed about Bill before.
Then again, Bill was one of his best friends now. He dreamed about Mabel and Stan often enough. It was probably just like that.
Still, why did his heart speed up at these thoughts?
"Dipper! We should play Not Sorry before dinner!" Mabel called, breaking him from his wandering thoughts.
The brunet turned around, seeing Mabel already shaking the box at him with a grin.
"Okay. I call blue!" He chirped, settling onto the ground across from her.
Mabel threw him a grin. "Then I'll be red and Waddles can be green!"
Dipper rolled his eyes. Of course Waddles would be playing.
Dipper and Mabel played a number of rounds, moving their pieces around the board, taunting one another in the way only siblings could. More than once, Mabel teased him about his hat, wondering why someone would put a pine tree insignia on it anyways. More than once, Dipper rolled his eyes and said it symbolized the forest he got to explore.
More than once, Mabel brought up her slight worry about Bill.
Yet Dipper shot her down, every time.
"Mabel, I don't want to get in an argument with you. Really. I know you can't trust Bill, but could you trust me on this?" The brunet asked.
Mabel frowned and glared at the board. She had lost last round, but this time around was doing much better. "...Okay." She finally relented, felling a little bit guilty.
So Dipper's only other close friend was a god. So what if that was...a little bizarre.
She had Candy and Grenda. And Dipper never doubt her own friends. Never frowned upon them.
Even though she knew it wasn't the same, not by a long shot, Mabel couldn't help but feel guilty.
She smiled at him. "I trust you."
Dipper grinned back at her, then drew a card. His grin turned into a smirk as he moved his piece.
"Well, looks like I win again!" He laughed.
Mabel scowled and batted her own board pieces out of the way. "No fair!" She pouted.
Dipper merely laughed.
"Kids! Pizza is here!" Stan called from downstairs.
The twins gave each other challenging looks before both of them scrambled up and bolted away, chanting "Pizza!" The entire way down.
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Ugh...this chapter...
This chapter was everywhere and I'm kinda sorry for that. I was trying to stretch it out, and even with that it falls a bit short. It's just...I hate using the term 'filler' and this wasn't filler at all as a lot of important stuff was said plus more world building, but there were filler elements and on top of that, I had no clue how to end it.
Ugh. What a mess.
However, I also got some really awesome news! The beautiful and amazing crabbySeer has actually made a playlist for Life is a Fairy Tale on YouTube! It's still a WIP, but you can go to it here and give it a listen:
watch?v=FrITE-JE2jY&list=PLUfOl-besf80_sYHuokochj2xGQCPltOn (make sure to type it in after YouTube's URL guys!)
By the by, sorry it's a bit late! here on fanfiction. net, it showed the update time on 6/11 however, on AO3 it showed the update time as 6/12, a day ahead. I figured a missed a day somewhere and simply decided to wait a day. Plus, I had to go do some errands yesterday and when I got back home, The Princess Bride was on and...well, also the entire reveal of the next episode and stuff...
Yeah, didn't get much writing done. But I'm here now!
JackieLanternXOXO- Hope this was up to your expectations! And for your sake, I hope your feels stay dead...
The Keeper of Worlds- You're gonna love it ;)
BlueStar29- The entire beginning with Bill was a dream
Wildtail of Wind- Haha ;) Well, this chapter answered all your question I think!
The Rambler13- CALM DOWN! YOUR BRAIN MIGHT EXPLODE! WE DON'T WANT THAT; IT'D BE A MESS TO CLEAN UP!
Just-Gold- Thank you3 glad you're liking it!
LuminousMoonRay- I'm sadistic; what can I say ;) And Bill (and his POV) will be returning sooner than you think...
Jalapeo- I don't even know. Maybe. And, well, Mabel made it. So yay!
random name- Haha, if you think THIS is scary...
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this bit of a disaster of a chapter!
And, as always, thanks for reading!