A/n: Hi everyone I'm back and it's late right now so this chapter might not be so long sorry. I need to figure out how to manage my time better. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and I own nothing except OC's and the plot.

Mabel got up at around 9:00 with a huge smile on her face. Man did it feel good to get a full night of rest. It felt as though she had finally slept after 3 years of staying awake. Mabel yawned and started to stretch. She instantly regretted that however because she was still a little sore from the last beating she got.

The 12 year old girl slid out of bed, got dressed and headed downstairs. When she got downstairs she noticed her mother still wasn't home. Usually her mother was home passed out on the couch by this time. This puzzled Mabel but also frightened her a little as well.

'What if she's hiding somewhere waiting to ambush me and attack me or-"

Mabel shook her head furiously to dismiss those thoughts.

'I'm being way too paranoid,' she thought to herself.

After calming down a bit more Mabel walked into the kitchen. Since her mother most likely wasn't around she could grab something to each and go instead of having to snag some money and find a vending machine. As she got closer to the kitchen however she started to hear someone talking. It was really soft though and hard to make out. Mabel pressed her ear against the door and listened.

"Really?!" Asked a shocked male voice. Mabel knew that voice from anywhere. It was her father!

"I'm not lying!" Responded a female's voice. That what Mabel's mothers voice.

Now Mabel was even more confused. Those two never talked just yelled and screamed at each other. Last time had heard them talk in a civil manner to each other she was around 6 years old. What the heck was going on?

Suddenly the door opened causing Mabel to fall down. When she got up she saw the shocked face of her mother.

"How much of that did you hear?" She asked.

"Hear what?" Mabel lied. She could feel the fear creeping up on her. Even though her mother was sober and wasn't violent when sober the child still had a deep fear of her due to her experiences.

Mabel's mother however seemed to buy this as an answer, shrugged and walked away.

*Meanwhile*

"Hey kid," Stan greeted when Dipper walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Grunkle Stan. Why aren't you wearing your suit, don't you have work today?"

"I took today off,"

"Oh. Hey Grunkle Stan would it be okay if a friend of my slept over?"

Stan put down the newspaper he was reading and gave Dipper a serious look.

"What's the name of this friend of your?"

"Mabel…"

Stan's form seemed to relax as he went back to reading.

"Fine. As long as your friend doesn't break anything."

"Yes! Thanks Grunkle Stan!"

After Dipper left the kitchen he couldn't help but wonder why Stan acted so weird.

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Mabel double checked to make sure she had everything she needed.

PJ's?

Check.

Change of clothes?

Check.

Tooth brush?

Check.

Hairbrush?

Check.

Waddles her stuffed pig that's she's had since she was a baby?

Check.

Sleeping bag?

'….wait…I don't have a sleeping bag,' Mabel thought as the palm of her hand connected with her face.

'I'm sure Dipper has one I can borrow.'

Mabel loaded the items into her bag and walked over to her window. Mabel stole a glance at her clock. It read 4:30.

Her mother was probably fighting with her father at this time. The last thing Mabel needed was to get caught in there cross fire. She opened her window and relished in the summer breeze that flittered into the room. When she was done she swung her legs over and they landed on the branch of the tree in back of her house. Mabel could vaguely remember a time before her parents began fighting all the time and before her mother started hitting her. How her mother would push her on the tire swing that used to hang on the tree while her father cooked hamburgers on the grill. Mabel was ripped out of her thoughts by the slamming of a car door. Mabel looked and saw her dad's jeep drive down the road.

'That must be him leaving for the bar. I better leave before mom gets drunk and comes after me,' Mabel thought as she continued her climb down the down.

*Meanwhile*

Dipper let out a relieved sigh. He had finally finished cleaning up his room. Mabel was the kind of person who liked a clean room and since she didn't live with him to make him clean up after himself his room had been a pig-sty before.

Ding-dong!

"I'll get it!" Dipper yelled making his way downstairs.

'That must be Mabel he thought to himself,'

Dipper opened the door and as he predicted Mabel was standing there.

"Hi Dipper,"

"Hey. Come on in,"

Mabel walked in and looked around. Something about the house felt comforting to her.

Just then Grunkle Stan walked in.

"Mabel this is my great uncle Stan," Dipper said. It felt weird introducing the girl that was technically his sister to their Grunkle.

"'Sup. Hey kid you look familiar," Stan said looking the girl up and down.

Stan didn't know why and neither did Mabel. This was the first time they had even met each other.

Dipper cleared his throat turning attention back to him.

"I'll show you to where you'll be sleeping. Come on," Dipper said leading Mabel the- I mean his room.

Stan watched their retreating forms as let out a sigh.

"You're losing it Stan. Someone who you never met before feeling familiar. Maybe I should stop watching the twilight zone so much."

A/n: So what did you think? Good? Bad? Leave a review it really does help. Anyways until next time.