Of Hopes and Fears

by Beatrice Gold

A girl from Mabel's past wants revenge, ridiculous revenge from an event that was so warped from time it was wrong. The twins have to create an army and fight against her, only to end this. But Mel isn't the only one from Mabel's past, and far from most deadly. What she wants is unclear, and Mabel is determined to figure it out. But didn't meddling start this in the first place?

19. War

Chapter 19

"Dipper told me I'd said something about turning a wheel when I was high. And now he really is seven less! And the dream- the Blendin Blandin guy said I'd mess with time again but not in the way I think..." Mabel thought aloud. "Mel!" she said. "Bring him back!"

"Never!" Mel laughed. "Unless... you play a little game with me. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Play a little game a big girl?"

"No, I wouldn't." Mabel replied hotly. "But if you say it's the only way you'll bring him back, okay." she said. Mel's eyes lit up. She snapped her fingers again.

"Okay. Let's begin." she said.

...

Mabel found herself in a wooded area with trees and rivers. The loud voice screamed in her head.

"Mabel... You. Would sacrifice. Your life for. Him. Would you. Not?" it asked. Mabel nodded.

"I would." she said.

"Would you, now." it replied and chuckled. "In the end, you'd be. Surprised how these. Tables turned." Mabel frowned. "Now. Let's see. We will. Play the same game as. Yesterday. But. This one. Has only one. Question.

"Shoot." Mabel said. The voice laughed.

"Soon, I will." it said.

"Just get to the point."

"Mabel. Pines. Would. You. Rather. Always fight. Me and. Never be content. Or just. Join. Me and. Be. Happy. Forever?" the voice asked. Dipper appeared out of nowhere.

"Mabel... just join her..." he said. "Be happy. Be with her. She loves you like a mother and plays with you like a friend..."

"Listen. To. Him. Choose. Me, Mabel. Sweet Mabel. Always does. The right thing. Wouldn't ever. Want. Anyone to be. Unhappy. Would you, Mabel?" the voice said soothingly. She felt a hand run through her hair.

"Maybe... I could," she whispered.

"Yes. You. Could. And. You will."

"Or not."

"NO!"

"I will never stop fighting you! You aren't right and you're evil and mean and keep slaves and hold people hostage in prisons and-"

"Mabel. Pines. You have. Played. My game. You have answered my. Requirements. To get him back."

Dipper disappeared and appeared again, and Mabel concluded the other must have been fake. "But. Wait. One. More question. Would. You. Rather. Run. Away. From. Me. Again. Or. Fight me. To FINISH THIS!?" the voice screamed, starting to sound more like Mel. Mabel crossed her arms.

"Do I look stupid!? I wouldn't fight with you!"

"You are. Acting. Like. A fool. You don't. Strike me. As a fool, Mabel Pines. Finish this. And we'll be... EVEN." Mabel's eyes widened.

"Let's fight." she said.