Chapter 4: The weirdness continues

Once her brother left the room, Mabel was quick to follow. She didn't want Dipper strangling anyone else in any matter. What he did was terrifying, she didn't want it to happen again; Not on her watch.

"Grunkle Stan! Where's Dipper!?" Mabel yelled out once she reached the living room. Mabel could have sworn that she was right behind her brother...she was wrong. The young girl in the sweater was out of breath and tripped over her feet twice on the way down the flight of stairs.

"Whoa kid calm down. I just saw him go in the kitchen a second ago." Grunkle Stan paused for a minute. "Is that bacon I smell?" Mabel sniffed the air after what her Grunkle had just said. "Huh yeah I think so." She stood there for a moment before her brain processed what was going on, making her nearly jump out of her own skin.

Mabel burst into the kitchen and screamed the whole shack down at what was going on. Dipper had Waddles held hostage on a frying pan getting cooked nearly to death.

"WADDLES!"

Mabel used all of her strength and pushed Dipper away to rescue her pig. Once she had hold of Waddles, she quickly examined him to make sure he wasn't badly injured. The pig only had a few burns but they weren't too serious. It was good that Mabel came just in time before Dipper made a meal out of Waddles.

"What were you thinking?! You could have killed him!" Mabel cried out holding her poor pet tightly. Dipper approached her making Waddles squirm in discomfort. The presence of the boy even made Waddles feel unsafe.

"Come on Mabel, he'll be made into food sooner or later. It's not like you'll keep the pig forever." He explained reaching a hand out to stroke Waddles.

Mabel slapped his hand away. "What has gotten into you?!" Mabel's outburst didn't affect the boy in the blue cap at all. He was chuckling as if this was all just one big joke. "You're too cute." He smirked and pinched her cheeks. The young girl swatted at him and gave him a full on glare. "This isn't you! I need to fix you up before you do anything else."

"This isn't me? I'm pretty sure I am me." He motioned to his body and kept the never faltering smirk spread across his face. Dipper began to slowly approach the sweater girl. Thinking fast, Mabel dropped Waddles and took hold of something close to her to defend herself.

A frying pan.

"Stand back Dipper! You don't know what you're doing!" Her brother ignored her and continued his way towards her with that same look in his eyes when he was strangling her.

Now he was just getting too close so Mabel had to do the only thing she could do.

The sound of the frying pan hitting against Dipper's head rang out from the kitchen. The boy was quick to collapse on the floor from the impact. The realization of hurting her own twin struck Mabel once she saw him lying on the floor. Maybe she was too harsh?!

"What do I do?! Think Mabel...think!"

After a couple minutes of pacing around and thinking of a bright idea, Mabel had Dipper on her back as she made her way back into the attic. Unfortunately there were some obstacles along the way. And by obstacles it meant Grunkle Stan.

"Oh hey Grunkle Stan!" Mabel laughed awkwardly. Dipper's head slumped off her shoulder and the sweater girl was quick to settle him so that he was piggy backing on her properly. "If I was a responsible parent, I would probably ask what's going on." Grunkle Stan started making Mabel sweat nervously. She was caught and totally done for. "Good thing I'm not even close to one!" With that, the old man was laughing and then patted Mabel on the head.

"Don't do anything weird." Stan added in with a nooggie then left the room shortly after. Mabel took her chance and headed back up the attic stairs. Thank goodness her brother wasn't all that heavy so she made it up the stairs without breaking a sweat.

"I'll just set you over here..." The girl dropped Dipper down onto his bed and he slumped looking like a rag doll. Mabel looked at him in approval before running to her side of the room, jumping onto her bed. "I can't even trust him anymore! If this counts as mood swings, then I don't know how to handle this!"

Mabel was completely stressed out. Ever since her brother was bitten by that snake he had been acting extremely weird. Cooking Waddles alive? What kind of sick minded person would do that?! All Mabel knew was that this was not her brother...not the brother she knew and loved. This was someone or something different taking control of Dipper. It obviously had something to do with the snake that bit him. If only she still had that journal page to look off of...

"What would Dipper do in this situation?" Mabel had to ask herself out loud. Well if the journal couldn't help him, he would probably find another solution. And that's what Mabel had to do.

"I guess I'll just keep note of every strange thing he does in the time being. I'll add strangling me and cooking Waddles alive to the top." Mabel took out a little notebook and a pen that she had on top of her bedside table. She jotted the things down, eyeing Dipper from across the room all the while. He would come to sooner or later. This caused Mabel to feel extra nervous knowing that he might want his revenge.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, the young girl in the sweater peered at her newly written notes. She couldn't help but admit that they looked like something Dipper would do. "Aww I'm getting super smartsy over here!" She squealed proud of her note taking skills. She never was the person who took things seriously, but this situation was an exception. Her own twin brother was knocked out on his bed because Mabel had to use self defense. He tried to kill his sister and fry a pig alive. Mabel repeated these thoughts in her head over and over. It was hard not to think about the horrible deeds that her brother performed.

The only thing that really distracted her from thinking about those awful things were the awesome sleeping prank ideas. "I could totally draw on his face right now...no! Cut it out Mabel!" Mabel was having her own out loud fight to herself. A part of her wanted to be mischievous, yet she didn't want to cause anymore problems between her and her brother.

But with a permanent marker in her hand, it was obvious what side had won the fight.

Mabel had to keep herself from bursting from laughter at what she was writing on her brother's forehead. Once she was done, she walked away from him and took a look at her work. Written on her brother's forehead was three words:

Drop Dead Gorgeous

"It kinda lightens up the mood eh?" Mabel asked her pet pig who just walked into the room. Waddles blinked at the question and then jumped onto the girl's bed to tend it's recent burns. Poor pig.

The sound from across the room made Mabel's blood run cold. It was the sound of sheets rustling and a certain person groaning from intense pain. "Ah...what the heck?" Dipper weakly mumbled as he tried to ease himself into a sitting position. He didn't remember being back up in the attic. All that he could recall was that he was in the kitchen and then everything else was a haze.

"D-Dipper! Uh how do you feel?" Mabel stuttered out finally finding her voice. "Like I was hit with a frying pan." Dipper answered back rubbing his head from the tender soreness that he was witnessing. "Like that would happen!" The girl twin laughed awkwardly trying to hide the fact that he was actually hit with a frying pan.

"Seriously I need to go to a hospital or something." He winced while talking. Trusting that her brother was himself for now, Mabel approached him and helped him to his feet. "Nothing a little Mabel juice and breakfast can't help! I'll even add in a few painkillers if you'd like!" Mabel said talking a bit fast for Dipper to comprehend.

"Ugh sure whatever helps me get rid of this headache."

So the two headed down the stairs once again. As they sat down at the table, Mabel looked at her brother and stifled a laugh. She almost already forgot about the prank that she did. Her brother was surely Drop Dead Gorgeous.

Dipper ignored Mabel's attempts to not laugh and just chose to swallow the pills. He prayed that they would take some of the pain away. At least just a little. "Hey! Grunkle Stan left some breakfast for us. I'm not sure what it is but it looks promising." Even Mabel sounded a little uneasy after taking a look of what was in the pan.

"Probably an attempt to make scrambled eggs or something." Dipper tried to offer once he saw some egg shells mixed into the mystery breakfast. "Well let's dig in!" Mabel chirped and brought over her plate to the pan. Dipper's arm got in the way of her continuing her actions.

"Whoa hold it! Remember the last time we ate one of Stan's mystery meals?" The twins looked off into the distance to recall the catastrophe. "Oh yeah! We weren't able to hold anything down for a week! We were basically dead inside." Mabel laughed as she pictured them in the bathroom, taking turns getting sick into it. "That's called food poisoning Mabel, and I'm not sure that we want to risk that again."

"I think we can both agree on that." Mabel said walking over to the cupboards to see what else the twins could eat. Dipper was acting so far so good. It didn't look like he was going to do anything at the moment. Sadly Mabel couldn't keep her guard down until she found the cure. At least for the moment she was going to treat things as they used to be.

"Oh look there's still some of that old man cereal left!" Mabel opened the box and poured a bit in her mouth. Her face quickly morphed into a look of disgust. "Oh yuck! It's sorta stale." Dipper watched his sister swallow the raisin bran thickly with the same facial expression. "I think I'd rather starve." The boy deadpanned seeing that there wasn't very good breakfast options in this household. Grunkle Stan seriously needed to go grocery shopping before they all have to start depending on the vending machine in the gift shop.

Suddenly the gruff man entered the kitchen still wearing his underwear. "Eh what gives? There's no way that I'm throwing this stuff out, so you're either going to eat it or you'll find it in your dinner tonight." Stan stated once he noticed the untouched breakfast in the pan. "Grunkle Stan this isn't even not even food!" Dipper insisted. The old man rolled his eyes at the comment. "I don't care what you think it is. There will be no picky eaters in my house." He rummaged through the fridge and grabbed a carton of milk sniffing it. Stan made a face but mumbled, "uh still good."

"Rest in peace taste buds!" Mabel took a big bite of the undetermined slop that sat right on her plate. Dipper decided to just move the 'food' around with his fork. He absolutely refused to shove that poison into his mouth.

"What gives kid? What did I tell-" Stan's sentence was cut short once he caught a glace at what was written on his great nephew's face. "Ahahaha! Priceless! I couldn't have thought of something any better!" He laughed, coughing in between. Dipper looked up from his so-called-meal in confusion. Mabel joined in and a chorus of laughter filled the room. "I'm sorry Dipper I couldn't help myself!" She wiped a tear from her eye. "What? What couldn't you help?" Dipper was growing a bit self conscious from the two staring directly at him.

"See for yourself! Drop Dead Gorgeous! Nice one kid!" Mabel was congratulated unfortunately to Dipper's dismay. The poor boy flew forward in his chair and snatched the closest spoon to look at his reflection. What he saw next made him gawk. He was also at a loss of words. Why would his sister draw that on his forehead? He was already self conscious in that area because of a certain birthmark. Now he just felt extremely embarrassed.

"Permanent marker too?" He guessed right away once he wasn't able to simply wipe it off. Seeing that his attempts were futile, Dipper lowered his hat more over his face. "Yeah I mean, that's all we had upstairs. But I promise it'll come off eventually Dipper!" Mabel offered since she noticed that her brother looked pretty hurt. She hadn't meant for her brother to be upset. This was supposed to lighten up the mood and distract herself from the things that happened earlier.

"I'm not sure where you got the idea to write Drop Dead Gorgeous on my forehead though." Dipper spoke up looking at Mabel in the eye. "Uh...mmmh." Mabel shrugged not wanting to explain that she knocked out her own twin brother.

All things were silent before Mabel piped up again. "Sooo you're not mad?" She asked her brother who still had his hat on a little lower than usual. "Uh of course not. No harm done right?" Dipper managed a smile in which Mabel returned.

You just made the biggest mistake Mabel. I will get you back. You little bitch.

Apart from those thoughts, Dipper continued to smile.

A/N Excuse the language friends! Just what is possessing Dipper to be so aggressive?

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Kisses!