Sweater Town

Chapter 10 – The Phone

By Starwin


(Notes from the author included at the end)


It wasn't like waking up.

It wasn't like dreaming.

It wasn't like anything Mabel had ever experienced before.

She was still in sweater town, walking - no - limping, beside a boy that looked so familiar, yet strange. He was half carrying her as she stumbled forward. Her arm was draped over his shoulders and she could feel that her leg wasn't working right. The joint felt stiff and whenever she put any weight on it there was a twinge of could feel that something in her leg was wrong and that it had been wrong for a long while now.

Even stranger she was having trouble moving any part of her body, not just her leg. It was like she had lost control of herself? No, that wasn't it. It was like her body was moving on its own.

What really caught her attention was something completely unrelated to her body. Well, okay, it was still technically coming from her body. More accurately the strangeness was coming from her mouth. She was talking. She was having a conversation with the person next to her. A conversation where every word out of her lips wasn't 'Dipper.'

Except, it wasn't her talking. It was her voice but it wasn't her.

Sound drifted in and out as parts of the conversation slipped through her brain. She caught words and glimpses of thought but she was having a hard time making sense of any of it.

" - middle of the forest?" she heard herself ask.

"Yes," answered the boy half carrying her. Mabel recognized him, knew his name, it was on the tip of her tongue but she just couldn't get it out.

"But it's like noon or something?" said the voice that spoke for her. "How's this possible? I thought she always stayed until midnight."

"Yeah, well, I thought so too," answered the boy. No, her brother. Why did he look so much older? "Maybe we really don't know anything about her after all. She has been missing for five years."

"I told you she'd come back, she always comes back," she said. "I just wish she had left a little closer to home. Now you have to carry me back." She felt her face smile at him and he grunted as he adjusted his hold on her. She continued to limp. What was wrong with her leg? "You could always give me a piggyback ride, I'm not that heavy you know."

"I just might," he said, readjusting his position again.

"Maybe her leaving so soon has to do with how long she's been gone?" she suggested.

"Maybe," grunted her brother. "It could be that as the woolhole collapses, time gets stretched out? I can only speculate."

"You didn't answer my first question, bro-boy," she said, and there was a strange tone in her voice. "What are we doing out here? You didn't bring any filming equipment, so it isn't for another adventure." He stayed silent. Why was she asking that, she knew why they were out here. They had come to see - "BILL?!"

They stopped in their tracks. Slowly, her brother looked towards her, eyes wide.

"How…?" asked her brother in disbelief.

"You weren't going to tell me you went to see Bill?" she shouted feeling more angry than she had ever felt. Her brother looked away. She could have punched him, if he hadn't been holding her up. "You weren't! How could you not tell me!"

"I didn't want to - " began her brother.

"Worry me? Is that what you're going to say? You didn't want to worry me?" she shouted. Anger was the wrong word for it this was something more, betrayal and hurt crashing over her like a tidal wave. It threatened to drown her. She couldn't breathe, couldn't feel.

"Dipper!" she gasped. She felt her body go rigid. Dipper's eyes, if possible, got wider.

"Mabel?" asked Dipper.

"She… she isn't gone... she's still here," she whispered. Mabel felt her free arm cover her body, like she was giving herself a hug.

"She's still here?" asked Dipper, his voice, his body, shaking. "How can she still be here?" She shook her head.

"I don't know," she whispered. "Are you alright?"

"Of course I - " began Dipper, but she gave him a look and he went silent.

"Mabel, are you alright?" she asked herself. 'Alright' was maybe too strong a word for it. She guessed she was as fine as she could be, all things considered. She nodded and their head nodded. "Okay, that was really weird."

"You're telling me," whispered Dipper, unable to look away from her. From them?

She closed their eyes and felt herself searching around inside their thoughts looking for her. It was the oddest sensation she had ever felt. Like there were two of her thinking together. Ideas, images, memories whisked by in a blur of incomprehensibility. She could feel another mind inside their mind with her. A second, separate self. Another Mabel.

The other self didn't feel invasive. It felt, right, natural, like it was her looking at her own memories. Until she stumbled on the thing she wasn't supposed to see, the thing that couldn't be forgotten. The memory that always carried her into this world because it had taken away the other life from her.

She gasped, opening their eyes and panting slightly.

"Mabel, what's wrong?" asked Dipper. He lost his grip as their legs went weak. There were tears rolling down their cheeks.

"I know," whimpered Mabel, falling to their knees. "Oh Mabel, I know." Her arms wrapped even tighter around her. Something dripped down their face. She felt their arm move as it touched just below their nose. When she pulled it away their hand was shaking and there was blood on their fingers.

"Mabel?" asked Dipper, concern in his voice as he knelt down. "Mabel? Mabel! MA - "


" - bel?"

Her eyes snapped open, the dangling strings of lights above her glowing brightly. There was a hand on her shoulder shaking her gently. Her unfocused eyes found a woman beside her bed, smiling softly down at her.

"It's time to get up," whispered her mother. Mabel pulled the covers over her head. "I see you're back to wearing your sweater again. And that you've already managed to undo some of the seams." That got Mabel's attention. She pulled the blanket off to look at it. Sure enough, the rip in the front had reopened.

"Do you want me to mend it again?" Mabel shook her head. "Alright, well, you probably shouldn't be wearing it to sleep.

"Now come on, get out of bed. We have your follow up appointment with Doctor Locke in a few hours and you need to get ready," explained her mom. Mabel frowned. That was the last thing she wanted to do today.

She waited for her mother to leave the room before pulling off her sweater. She examined it. Some of the repairs were still holding but only just. She could see that some of what had been sewn tightly closed just yesterday, had already come undone.

She didn't dare mess with any of them. When Mabel had tried to fix her sweater the stitching came apart instantly. At least her mother's repairs had held for one trip. Was that going to be enough time for her?

She needed to find a more permanent fix. A fix for all of this. A fix, for everything.


Mabel was not looking forward to returning to the doctor. Really, what kid was ever excited to go to the doctor? It didn't help matters any when they actually entered his office. Mabel could already see whatever he had to say, it wasn't good.

Doctor Locke offered them all a seat, his eyes kept returning to Mabel. She wished he would just spit it out already. He adjusted his glasses.

"Thank you for coming," he said, looking between her parents and now deliberately avoiding eye contact with her. "I've reviewed your daughter's second test results. I even asked a colleague to review them as well. They are unusual to say the least. I'm afraid that the first test was indeed incorrect." He tapped some keys on the computer in front of him and the second screen on his desk lit up. The image looked identical to the one Mabel had seen last time. A gray approximation of her brain with a little white blob in it.

"This is the first MRI we took," explained Doctor Locke. He hit a few more keys and the image changed. Both her parents gasped and Mabel felt herself start to shake. "This is the second set." It was not a small white blob in her brain, it was a large spiral, with tendrils stretching out all across the inside of her head. "The tumor appears to be far more invasive than we first thought. And it's like nothing I've ever seen before. This type of growth is - well, to be honest, it's impossible.

"At this point… there isn't an easy way to say this," he finally looked pointedly at Mabel. "We won't accurately know it's rate of growth without more testing over the next few months. But, at its current size... " he shook his head, no longer able to keep eye contact with her.

"You have terminal brain cancer," said Doctor Locke, finally getting to the thing Mabel knew he had wanted to say the moment she stepped into the room. "With something so invasive, I have no idea why you haven't exhibit symptoms sooner. A growth of this size and complexity would take years or decades. For something so large to have gone unnoticed for so long is - again - impossible." Mabel realized that she was clutching her hands so tightly that her nails were digging into her skin.

"You aren't going to want to hear this," continued Doctor Locke, "but, there's no treatment for something like this. All I can do is approximate how long until -" Doctor Locke kept talking, kept looking sad but Mabel had stopped paying attention. She blocked it all out.

This wasn't real. This was a bad dream. This was the nightmare. She closed her eyes. Any moment she would wake up back in Gravity Falls where she belonged. She would be with her brother. They would go on adventures and everything would be fine. Everything would be great. Everything… would be okay.

When she opened her eyes though, she was still in the doctor's office. Her parents and the doctor were discussing her fate. As she opened her fists, she could see the little traces of red on her nails from where she had cut into her own palms.


The rest of her day was a blur. Whatever her parents had decided for her it apparently wasn't going to happen right now. Mabel moved through the motions as if it were a dream, not taking any of it in. They talked to several other people before they left. Her parents were given dozen pamphlets and brochures to read but Mabel didn't even glance at them.

Mabel endured the silent car ride and once again escaped to her room the moment she could. Except this time her mother followed her up. Even though Mabel tried to hide away, she ended up in her mom's arms instead. They cried together for a long time.

Thankfully her mother hadn't told her 'it would be alright' or 'we'll get through this together' or some other untrue thing to make her feel better. That was the one thing Mabel was grateful for about her mom, she was always straight with her. She didn't sugarcoat it or lie to her face. Although, Mabel had to admit, she might want a bit of a lie for this.

She couldn't get her head around it. She knew shockingly little about what was going on inside her brain right now, other than it had decided to try and kill her. If it hadn't been so morbid she might have even found it funny. She and Dipper hadn't been destined for anything.

After her mother finally left her alone. Mabel yanked on her shooting star sweater. She didn't have many trips left, regardless of whatever state the garment was in. She might as well make the most of it.


The fall down into sweater town seemed to take longer than usual, infinitely longer. For one horrible moment she thought she might just bounce back out and be back in her room but at last she landed on a solid floor.

She hardly even had time to see her surroundings before she was tackled by someone. Arms wrapped around her and sobbing cries echoed in her ears as she tumbled back to the floor. Dipper's face came into view above her own, there were tears streaming down his cheeks. Then, much to her surprise, he was kissing her all over her face, her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, the top of her head and than right on the lips for a long, quickly becoming super awkward moment. Finally, he broke away, out of breath and looking into her eyes with so much sadness that she felt it overflowing into her.

"Dipper?" she asked tentatively. He seemed to snap out of whatever trance he had been in. Quickly he pulled back and scrambled off. However, he had grabbed at some point and held it tightly.

"You're here! You came! I didn't know - I didn't think - " stammered Dipper with rushed excitement. "But you did!" He was smiling broader than she had ever seen him smile in their entire lives. Something strange was going on here. Something had happened. Perhaps another fight between them? Or maybe the Mabel of this world had been far away and her arrival had reunited them. No, it was bigger than that.

"Dipper?" she asked, a confused note in her voice. She hoped her expression would convey that she wanted an explanation. Her brother however just shook his head.

"It - It's nothing," stammered Dipper in the way he often did whenever he was lying. "Hey, look, you don't mind if we don't have an adventure this visit, do you? It's okay if we just hang out today? We have the place to ourselves. We could just relax and watch some tv or something?" She frowned, her brother was soooooo lying to her. She poked him in the cheek, trying to pry out the truth. "What, I just want to hang out with my favorite twin, is that too much to ask?"

It was a little odd but certainly not out of the question. She shrugged and smiled.

"Great, come on, I have all twelve seasons of Ducktective for us and ice cream, Rainbow Sherbet, your favorite, it will just be the two of us!" Dipper tugged her up to her feet with relative ease, he certainly had gotten some mussel in the past few years. She wondered how much she had changed too. It had been a while since any of the big stuff had happened but that didn't mean she wasn't still changing. Maybe she had gotten an adorable tattoo! She would have to remember to check later.

Dipper led her down into the living room, keeping hold of her hand the whole way. It had changed quite a bit since the last time she had seen it. The single, much worse for wear, easy chair had been moved off to the side. Apparently, Dipper couldn't bring himself to throw it away despite it's poor state.

A much larger couch had been placed in the center of the room. The moment she could, Mabel pulled free of the brother's hand and leapt onto the couch. She squealed with delight as she bounced on its soft cushions. She wasn't sure why, she just felt... compelled to jump on it. It was like - like she missed it. But that was impossible because she was sure - mostly sure - she had never seen it before. When Dipper didn't immediately join her, she rolled herself over to look at him. He was standing in the doorway, a pained expression on his face as he watched her.

"Dipper?" she asked when he didn't move, this seemed to stir him.

"Oh, uh! Ice cream! Wait - wait right there, I'll - " he tripped over something on the floor and toppled down onto his face. She started to get up but he held up a hand, "I'm fine, I'm fine! All good in the hood, ha-ha. Just wait there, and I'll - ouch - I'll be back in a minute." He trotted off into the kitchen.

Mabel rolled herself up from her side so that she was sitting on the comfy couch. It had been a while since they had just hung out. They had spent a lot of time over the summer in this room together, watching stupid movies. And lots of terrible local TV commercials, man were those awful.

The room was nothing like she remembered it. Okay, almost nothing like. The wallpaper hadn't changed, nor had the very downtrodden carpet. The dinosaur skull was still here too, serving as an end table between couch and the old recliner.

The fish tank was gone, to make more room for sitting. Strangest of all was the TV, or, rather the complete lack of a TV. She hadn't noticed it at first but now that she was looking over the room she couldn't find the TV. Where it should have been was instead a large transparent pane of glass. A rainbow of colors swirled on the glass… no, in front of the glass. She moved her head side-to-side and realized that the image was hovering in air. That was cool, 3D without glasses. Although, it seemed like more than 3D. She didn't know how to describe it.

She hadn't really gotten a good look at technology changes along the way. There had been those few encounters with her phone and Dipper's laptop. But, she had never really had time to poke around in those. Dipper was the tech nerd anyhow, she just wanted her stuff to work, she didn't care how it worked.

Her eyes slid across the rest of the setup. It was a full entertainment center, complete with a couple game consoles underneath (the Playbox 3600 and XStation XXXXXX) there were also some other devices she didn't recognize, mostly small black boxes of varying sizes. She figured they were tv related in some way and her brother would know what to do with them. She patted her knees with her hands, making noises with her mouth to entertain herself while she waited for Dipper to return and the show to begin.

Something vibrated against her leg. She touched her side and found an oblong shape inside her purple skirt. She reached into the pocket and pulled out a small rectangular glass object that was almost completely transparent. In the upper corner it had the Pear logo etched into the glass. It was a cell phone. Her cell phone. It looked so futuristic, but, of course, this was the future for her. The present for Bel, she guessed. Whatever, that stuff made her brain hurt.

The device vibrated again. Instead of the images being flat on the glass they hovered just above it, like some kind of floating image thingy, just like the TV. Mabel turned the glass back and forth, but the image stayed perfectly still in the middle. Although, if she turned it too far to one side, the edge of the image would start to vanish. The phone continued to vibrate. She finally read the message in the center of the screen. It was an alarm message. One that had been set for her arrival. The message read: 'the most important thing in the world. Six letters.'

She felt confused. She pressed the button for dismiss, a button that was floating in the air. As her thumb passed through it, the alarm stopped. A new projection filled her view. It was an image of her and Dipper one arm hugging each other and smooshing their cheeks together. It couldn't have been that old, this year, maybe last? It was adorable. It wasn't just a flat picture either, she could see the depth to it, their faces and bodies popping out like miniature action figure versions of them. She waved her hand through the image, to see what would happen. Another image overlaid the first, this one was an entry prompt. It said, 'password.'

Mabel hesitated for a moment. This wasn't technically her phone. But, it totally was. And while Dipper sometimes recapped what they had been up to over the last year, his updates were too vague for her tastes. And if Bel was anything like her, she would have filled the camera with pictures. Mabel smiled mischievously. She swooshed her finger through the password field.

A floating keyboard spread out in the air before her. She chewed her lip, trying to think what she might have set as a password. Then, she remembered the alarm message. Had the hint been intended for her? It must be, Bel knew when Mabel visited and the alarm had gone off during that time.

Bel had been talking to her or at least trying to. She had just never had any way to respond to her counterpart. It seemed that this time though, Bel really wanted her to look at her super futuristic phone. Maybe it had the power to call across time and space or something?

She chewed some of her hair. Nah, Gravity Falls was weird but not that weird. Besides, even if she could call her future-past-self, it wasn't like she could have a meaningful conversation. Bel probably had just left a message for her or something, one she wanted Mabel to hear.

Yes. This was for her, this was a password hint. Bel wanted Mabel to see what was on her phone. The most important thing in the world, six letters long. What could it be? The answer came immediately to her. It was so obvious. She typed into the floating keyboard.

W-A-D-D-L-E-S. Mabel counted, then counted again. No, that couldn't be it. That was too many letters. Mabel frowned. And… and it probably wasn't Waddles. She remembered that in this world Waddles had passed away years ago. Okay, not Waddles. What was the next most important thing?

She deleted the entry but before she was halfway through she already had her answer. Of course, the most important thing in the world. How could she be so thick!

K-I-T-T-I-E. She thought it was odd she wouldn't have used kitties but that too was seven letters. She hit enter. The hologram shook slightly and buzzed softly. A new message appeared. "Incorrect answer," read the floating message box, "two attempts remaining before twenty-four hour lockout."

Okay, she was going to have to be WAY better with her guesses. Puppies seemed like the next best guess but, somehow, that felt wrong too. She liked puppies but kitties were wayyyy more adorable. It was unlikely her answer would be puppies. In any case - she counted it out on her fingers - that was still too many letters. It was a good thing the hint had included a letter count, there were too many awesome seven letter things!

The most important thing in the world huh? Six letters? She bit her lip.

"Mabel!" came Dipper's voice from the kitchen nearly making her drop the phone. "Do you also want a Pitt with your ice cream?" There was a long moment of silence. "Right, sorry, say my name if you want a Pitt."

"Dipper!" she shouted back, hoping that might buy her a bit more time before his return.

"Right, got it, almost ready! We only have New Pitt Plus, I hope that's okay."

She turned her attention back to the phone, now ready to give her answer. The most important thing in the world, well, that was easy. She almost laughed out loud. It seemed that fate had picked this for her, she and her other self must have been way more alike than she could have imagined. Her thumb flew over the holographic keypad.

F-A-M-I-L-Y. She hit enter without hesitation. The hologram shook again and the warning message reappeared. "Incorrect answer! One attempt remaining before twenty-four hour lockout!" That had to be it! She hadn't spelled it wrong! What was more important to her than family?

"Alright!" came Dipper's voice. Mabel shoved the phone haphazardly into her pocket a split second before Dipper appeared at the doorway. He had two large bowls of ice cream in his hands and two cans of Pitt tucked into his elbows. He looked like he was barely managing to carry it all. Mabel hopped up to help and nearly crashed into him instead. Balanced regained, she took one of the bowls off his hands then snagging her Pitt out from the crook of his arm. Dipper set down his own bowl and drink on the end table, the non dinosaur skull one.

"Okay, shall we start with season one?" he asked, pulling up the collector's edition of season one of Ducktective (Remastered in 8K with MRA and Deep Color! The packaging announced.) "Or the greatest hits, including Twin Bills, Duck and Truck, Flap by Me, and The Mallard that Laid the Ruby." Mabel pointed to the greatest hits, with a big smile on her face. Those were some of her favorite episodes.

Dipper fiddled with putting something into one of the smallish devices. Once it had clicked into place, the TV's swirling colors coalesced into the characters of the show. Much like the phone had done, it wasn't a flat image coming out of the TV either. It was like a stage play projected out in front of them. If Mabel moved her head she could actually look around some of the scene. This was trippy. Dipper took his spot on the left side of the couch, oddly far away from her. He picked up his ice cream bowl and settled in. He glanced at his sister.

"Oh! Right, you haven't seen holographic projection yet. It's like three or four years old now? This episode wasn't shot in HRV, so the TV is converting it on the fly for us, you can see the edges that aren't quite right where it is adjusting for extra image depth," explained Dipper pointing at the blurry outline around one of the characters. She just smiled at him. "You... don't have any idea what I'm talking about, do you?" She shook her head then leaned over and booped him on the nose with a 'boop' sound to go with it. He smiled weakly at her. "I can set it to flat picture if you want?" She shook her head, this was pretty neat.

Despite being projected out in front of her like a little play performed by cute ducks in hats, Mabel found herself slipping into the show like old times. The format didn't matter, the content was just as good in any medium. Except 3D, that was just dumb. She laughed and Dipper did the same right along with her. It was like nothing had changed. Like everything was just how it should have been. She and her brother were both fine, both thirteen, sitting in their living room watching stupid shows together. This was perfect.

She scooted closer to Dipper as the episodes went on. She was finally close enough to steal some of his ice cream (she had long finished hers). Eventually, she curled up beside him, resting her head on his lap as they watched. She missed this, so much.

"I've missed you, starlight," Dipper whispered, his arm resting on top of her shoulder. She almost missed the comment. He had never called her that before. Usually it was her that came up with cute names for him. Huh, she liked it. A little odd but cute.

She started to cry. It wasn't the episode that was sad it was... It was everything else.

"Mabel, are you alright?" asked Dipper. He pulled his arm back as if he had somehow cause this. She wiped at her eyes but the tears kept coming. She sat up, pulling out of her brother's reach. Before he could say anything else she rushed out of the room.

The bathroom was the first place she found, so she hurried inside, closing the door behind her and sitting down on the toilet lid. She sat there crying into her hands for a while until the tears finally stopped on their own. She used some of the nearby toilet paper to wipe her face. Why was she crying, it was so stupid.

Wasn't this what she wanted? Just a normal, regular day, with her brother? Wasn't that what she had gotten? So why the heck was she crying for?

She hadn't been thinking about anything, she had just been enjoying the show. They weren't rushing off into danger or on some epic quest. Just, sitting there. Just, near him. Then her emotions had overwhelmed her, bubbling out of nowhere.

Her phone buzzed again and she fished it out of her pocket. It was a second alarm, repeating the message. 'the most important thing in the world. Six letters.' She dismissed the alarm again. Once more the hologram of her and Dipper returned, she moved her hand through it. The password box reappeared. The most important thing in the world. She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. This had to be it.

D-I-P-P-E-R. She hit enter and the phone unlocked. However, the screen she was treated to next was not what she had been expecting. It was their room, up in the attic. She didn't understand. There were no icons, no buttons, no way to actually do anything on the phone.

But there were objects that stuck out to her. Like, on her bed there was a scrapbook, her scrapbook, but it didn't look like it was part of the image. There were other things that seemed like they didn't quite fit either, such as a Postaroid camera on the floor, a rotary telephone on the desk and folded up map pinned to the wall. There were lots of other little objects all scattered around the room as well.

She tapped the scrapbook and, to her surprise, it began to move. It enlarged and opened, much like she would expect a real book to do, filling all of her view. The image was actually larger than the screen of her phone. About three times the size. Apparently, the holographic thingie didn't just make images float above the glass. It was like she was holding her scrapbook in her hands. Except that she could wave her hand through the image, it wasn't solid at all.

It even looked like a scrapbook on the inside, not an image gallery or something. Dozens of taped-in pictures were spread out across its pages just like a real scrapbook. They even had little captions. The text appeared to be handwritten in glitter marker rather than typed in. There were also stickers and notes and little hand drawings scattered over the page. It contained dozens of entries and Mabel realized as she read the labels and saw the several stacked thumbnails, that they had to be collections of images.

Her eyes traveled along the top row looking at the glitter labels and stacked pictures. Walks to School, Cute Kitties (she almost tapped into that one), Cute Puppies, Funny Trees, Things I Stuck My Foot In, Things I Stuck Up My Nose, Sandwich Creations, Waddles, Waddles in Costumes, Waddles - (these continued on for several dozen entries), Abby, Candy, More Candy, MOAR CANDY, Sex Stuff, Fluffy Clouds, Dipper, Homework, Other M-

Mabel stopped reading, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head as she scanned back across the titles. She read it twice, feeling her stomach flutter uncomfortably each time. Right there, between MOAR CANDY (if the thumbnails were to be believed it was her binging on candy) and Fluffy Clouds (pictures of clouds) was... Sex Stuff. And she was pretty sure that's what it was too, if the thumbnails were any indication. It was her sex stuff. Her having sex. That she had recorded. On her phone.

She just stared at it unable to see anything else. That. That was not what she had been expecting to find. Not at all. How could Bel do this? How could she have this?

It was then that Mabel remembered that the Bel of this world was much older than her. Mabel didn't know how much older. Her eyes flicked up to the top of the phone and she found her answer, June 26, 2026, she was twenty six years old. No, Bel was twenty six.

She couldn't really imagine herself doing much more than holding hands or innocent kisses right now, but, thirteen years into her future, that was double the time she had been alive. Mabel bit her lip. She shouldn't. She really, really, really, really shouldn't! Her thumb hovered over the folder. She tapped it.

The page began to unfold from the image, like it was a popout book or something. The thumbnails spread apart becoming a new page that covered the previous one. Her hand brushed the first image and it too expanded out over the page, filling the book edge to edge. Then it began to play.

Much to her relief, it actually wasn't as bad as she had thought. This video was flat, although it was still holographically projected above the surface of the phone. It was selfshot, by Bel, looking a fair bit younger than twenty six. She wasn't sure how old though. Her aging had happened so fast over her visits that Mabel couldn't really tell her own age very well. She also didn't have any of those memories, so that made figuring out when this had happened harder... Oh, there was a date at the bottom. June 17th, 2016. Okay, she was sixteen in this video. She frowned. June 17th, wouldn't that have been the day after she had been there that year?

Bel was holding out her phone at arm's length. She was sitting on the edge of a very small bed, a small bed Mabel recognized - no, that couldn't be her brother's bed up in the attic. Yes, it was, her eyes confirmed it from the posters on the wall. Worse, there was also someone in the bed behind her, just out of frame. A person with short curly brown hair, that made the pit drop out of her stomach. That… that wasn't… The person sleeping in the back of the frame couldn't be... Bel had the sheets pulled over her chest, she was obviously naked underneath. At least she wasn't flashing the camera.

"Hey there, other me!" said the girl in the video, Mabel felt her eyebrows raise ever so slightly. This... this video was for her? Bel had recorded this for her to watch? She felt confused. "I thought I would record our first time, well, I mean, an hour after our first time," she leaned in closer to the camera, "I was kind of too caught up in things to record our first time, sort of..." she leaned back out, "but yep, I've popped my cherry, been deflowered, become a woman, all that jazz!" Bel leaned backwards, taking the camera with her as she went so that the face of the boy sleeping next to her was clearly visible.

Mabel almost dropped the phone as his face came into view. She covered her mouth muffling out the silent scream, "Dipper?!"

Bel smiled, her eyes glittering with joy, "that's right, I HAD SEX WITH MY TWIN BROTHER! DIPPER PINES!" Bel shouted. Dipper was suddenly stirred awake, looking completely confused, frightened and shocked.

"Ah! Mabel! What are you doing! Why would you record this!" Dipper cried trying to reach out for her cellphone. There was a brief struggled in which the camera was dropped onto the bed, then there was giggling from Bel and half hearted complaining from Dipper. The camera pointed up towards the ceiling, catching just the edge of Bel's arm and the pants and moans of pleasure from the two.

Mabel hit stop on the video with a trembling hand. She felt... sick. She felt appalled, no horrified, by what she had just seen. No. She didn't just feel sick… she, she -

The phone clattered out of her hand as she quickly spun around, lifted the toilet seat and vomited up the ice cream and soda she had just eaten. She supported herself with both hands, resting on either side of the toilet as she gasped from the discomfort.

Her brother. Her Dipper. He. He... Her brain went blank. She couldn't even think it. Her stomach lurched again and gave up the rest of the food she had eaten.

A soft knock at the door made her nearly jump out of her skin. "Mabel, are you alright in there?" her brother asked. She looked at the door, a pounding rage in her head. Alright?! Was she ALRIGHT?! Her eyes moved down to the phone she had let drop to the floor. It had landed face up and the image projected from it still showed the ceiling.

She felt her face flash hot red with anger. She snatched up the phone and marched to the door before flinging it open. Dipper looked shocked to see her, at a complete loss for words. She held up the phone and his face went pale white.

"You have her phone..." he whispered. "How do you have her phone? That's impossible!" Mabel felt her eyes nearly pop out of her head. That was what he had to say to her? She pushed past him. "Mabel, wait, I can explain!" he shouted chasing after her.

But she was not up for waiting or listening. Her feet carried her up the stairs into the shared bedroom. She slammed the door behind her and locked it. Dipper tried the knob, it jiggled frantically but did not open. He pounded on the door. "Mabel, I'm sorry! I wanted to tell you, we wanted to tell you, but, I was afraid! I'm sorry! Mabel! I'm sorry!"

She dove into her bed and pulled a pillow over her head, phone still in hand as she cried until she passed out.


Notes From the Author:

In the past I've put ANs on every chapter of the stories I write here. I have no idea if people like them or read them but for this story I decided to go without them, to let the story just be. However, I've gotten some readers voicing their concern in the reviews over some (one aspect) of this story's content, so I thought I would say a few quick words here.

First, I want to make it perfectly clear that this story is not a lemon, there are no graphic sex acts in it. Second, this is not a shipping story. I don't write stories to 'hook-up' characters. I write to tell (hopefully) interesting, meaningful and engaging tales that people want to read.

This chapter, this whole story, is meant to be shocking and sad. As a reader, I am hoping that after this chapter you feel very much the same as Mabel does, betrayed and horrified (because that was my intent).

But, I mean, it's up to you to read what you want to read. If after this chapter you think this story is no longer for you, well, that's too bad. All I can say is you are really, really going to miss out if you stop now.