A/n: Hey guys. So I was supposed to update this story yesterday but I kept procrastinating. I guess better late than never :S. Let get on with the story I own nothing except I guess maybe the Conflict fairies and the storyline. Also before I forget a lot of people have been asking if this is going to turn into Pincest. No it's not so calm down. I don't like that pairing to put it lightly. Sorry if someone really wanted that to happen it's not going to happen here. Anyways on with the story.

Part 2:

Dipper laid on his bed thinking about earlier that day. He had to admit they didn't go on any adventures but he did have a lot of fun and by the end of the day Mabel was acting like the Mabel he knew. Talkative, crazy, bubbly etc. Dipper was about to drift off to sleep when he remembered.

'The rock! I forgot to ask about the ro-…I'll ask Mabel tomorrow. I may not have gotten closer to finding it but Mabel's my sister. She's worth it.'

With that in Dipper drifted to sleep.

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*A few hours earlier*

Mabel and Dipper walked out of the Diner. After the arcade they decided they both felt hungry so Dipper suggested going to the Diner his treat. At first she declined. She felt bad enough for "Borrowing" the money at the arcade. She didn't want to take anymore then she needed but Dipper insisted.

They had both ordered Pancakes and while waiting for their food they had joked with each other teased each other. Mabel swore it felt like things were supposed to be like this. Even though they hadn't known each other for long already Dipper felt like a brother to Mabel.

After they ate and got out of the Diner it was around 3 o'clock.

"Hey you want to go the Mystery Shack?" Dipper asked.

"What's the Mystery Shack?" Mabel counter-asked.

"You really don't get out much do you? Its o- I mean my Grunkle Stan's tourist trap. It's also were I live," Dipper responded. He wasn't used to referring to Stan as just his Grunkle and not Mabel's.

"Lead the way Dipping-sauce!" Mabel commanded in a playful manner.

*X minutes later…*

Later when the duo arrived Mabel was little underwhelmed by the place. She could tell half the stuff there was fake. Although there was one thing that did catch her eye.

"Cool!" Mabel exclaimed.

"What?" Dipper asked looking over to where she was a few feet away.

Just then out of nowhere a hook almost hit him in the face as well as Mabel followed by a cry of "GRAPPLING HOOK!"

'Probably should have guessed,' Dipper thought to himself still in ducking position making sure no more object were going to make an attempt to collide with his face.

"GRAPPLING HOOK!" Mabel called out again this time with a huge grin plastered on.

"You know if you like it so much you can have it for free," Dipper said making sure his Grunkle wasn't around. He knew how Stan felt about freebees…

"For real? Oh thank you thank you thank you!" Mabel ecstatically exclaimed enveloping Dipper into a bone-crushing hug. Dipper would have returned the hug if not for the fact his alternate Sister wasn't cutting off his oxygen supply.

"M-Mabel…C-can't….b-bre-"

Dipper was cut off by Mabel letting him go with and oxygen entering his lungs.

"Heheheh sorry…." Mabel laughed nervously.

"Its fine," Dipper replied. He was used to it anyways.

Mabel suddenly realized something important and stopped smiling. Her happy face replaced with a face of nervousness.

"Dipper what time is it?"

"It's….almost 5. Why?"

Mabel seemed to get noticeably nervous but still tried to cover it up.

"Oh it's nothing. I just have to go! Bye!"

Before Dipper could utter a reply she was gone.

"Bye….I wonder why she seemed to be in such a hurry…."

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Mabel ran as fast as she could. If she could get home before her father did her mother wouldn't be drunk and beat her. When Mabel saw her house a wave of fear washed over her. Her dad's car was pulling out of the driveway. That could only mean they got in an argument and her mother was probably already drinking possibly even intoxicated already.

Mabel walked up to her house shaking. She put a hand on the door handle.

"Might as well get this over with. Who knows maybe she's not in the mood to be mean," Mabel whispered to herself tears starting to fall already. She knew what she had just said was just wishful thinking.

The child opened the door a crack.

The house was completely silent and seemed empty. Mabel opened the door wider and placed on foot on her floorboard.

Creak.

Mabel glared at the floor and took another step into the house.

Creak.

"Sh," Mabel softly hushed to floor with a glare.

Mabel swiftly got to her room and pressed her back up against the door and let out a sigh of relief.

"So…you've finally decided to show up huh?" Questioned a voice.

Mabel's heart froze. Just then a woman came out of the closet. It was Mabel's mother. Like she had guessed she was drunk and apparently had been waiting for Mabel.

"H-hi mom…." Mabel stuttered.

"Where were you earlier?" The woman questioned.

"I-I was out with a friend," Mabel stuttered.

The woman scoffed.

"Friend? Hah! You don't have any friends!"

"Ye-Yes I do! He's really, really nice too!"

Mabel slapped a hand over her mouth. She shouldn't have said that. Her mother hated being told she was wrong.

Mabel grabbed the door knob but the woman grabbed Mabel by the wrist hard and used her other hand to grab Mabel by the hair forcing the child to look at her.

"Listen here you little bitch. You're a weird, needy, stupid little girl. Who the hell in their right mind would want to be friends with you?" The woman asked throwing Mabel against the wall.

Mabel looked up shaking in fear as the monster she called a mother loomed over her. She had a feeling tonight was going to be rough.

A/n: Sorry if that was kind of dark but Child abuse is a dark topic. Please review and sorry about this chapter. To be fair the story is rated T for a reason.