"Uhhh, Wendy?" Mabel called, peering through the peephole in the Corduroy's front door.
After a few moments, the front door swung open, and Mabel was face to face with a knee the size of a small hubcap. "Mabel Pines.", a gruff, booming voice said, sounding rather displeased by her arrival. "How can I help you?" Mabel shuffled her feet.
"Ah, hey, Manly Dan! How's it haa-aangin'?" Mabel tried to lighten him up, but his expression stayed stony. "I was just wonderin' if I could talk to Wendy?", she asked meekly
"I don't really think she's up for more Pines at the moment, Mabel.", he replied, staring her down.
"Please, Manly Dan? Pleeeease? I know she's really upset and she helped me when Gideon was freakin' me out and I pinkie promise I'm not here to defend Dipper I just wanna make sure she's okay. I'm just…worried about her. She's the first friend I had here." Slowly, the irritation started to melt off of Manly Dan's face. He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Hmph. Fine. The boys and I aren't doin' such a great job of helpin' her anyway."
Mabel frowned as she heard "WENDY COME OUT AND WRASTLE US COME ON DON'T BE SO LAME" from down the hallway. "Eesh." Manly Dan held the door open, and Mabel walked to the back of the Corduroy's log cabin. "Wendy?", she asked, pushing open the door to her room.
"Dad, would you just get the hell out, you guys aren't hel- oh. Mabel. What do you want?" Wendy snapped, her tone getting ice cold upon seeing Dipper's twin. "Look, if you're here to defend Dipsh-Dipper, it ain't gonna happen." She looked slightly ashamed of herself for resorting to..to..HIS nickname for Dipper, but didn't waver. Mabel held her hands up.
"I promise I'm not, Wendy. I just…I dunno, I was worried about you. Grunkle Stan was worried too. You haven't been to work in 4 whole days and I guess…" Mabel looked at the ground. "We miss you, Wendy." The redhead scoffed.
"Oh, YEAH, I'm sure Stan was soooo worried. Like I didn't hear him yell 'WE WON' when he and your brother busted Robbie."
Biting her lip, Mabel retorted, "Grunkle Stan's kinda dumb, Wendy. He gets caught up in the moment. But he really cares about you. Like family, almost. But forget about them for a minute. I just wanted to see if you were okay. I know you and Robbie…I mean, I don't know much about boys, but I know Robbie was your friend for a long time. And I know that this is probably really hard and stuff." Wendy flopped back on her bed, forearm covering her face.
"Thanks, kid. You're right. It is really hard. And stuff. And I didn't mean to call Dipper what I did. He's mature and all, but he really IS just a kid. He was tryin' to help me out. I get it."
"Actually…I feel bad. I love Dipper. He's my brother. But…I'm mad at him too. He was just trying to get at you. He really doesn't like Robbie. He thinks he's mean. But I don't. He's always really nice to me. He doesn't make me feel dumb for being silly. And sometime he compliments my sweaters." Trying not to let Mabel see, Wendy wiped tears from her face. Fuck. Robbie is a nice guy. That's why this is so hard.
"Aw, Mabel, you're a cool chick, you know that? C'mere." Wendy sat up and grabbed Mabel in a bear hug, burying her face in her cupcake-scented hair. At least there was still some good in this town.