From Zeenahero (Guest): "Is it ok if you do a one-shot about Mabel accidentally getting thrown into a dimension where Dipper is an only child? Your stories are really cool!"

Thanks! This one-shot sounds angsty and sad... LET'S DO IT! (This one-shot is set after Carpet Diem. Enjoy!)

All By Myself

"You know, Waddles," Mabel said, laying on her back reading her brother's journal, "Dippingsauce actually has some pretty cool stuff in this book. It looks like he even wrote some things here at the end where that author guy stopped." Her pig snorted, which she assumed meant he was saying, "Yeah, that's pretty neat, Mabel. Oink, oink."

She frowned as she flipped to a new page. It wasn't one her brother had written, although it looked more recent than the others. A splotch of ink partly covered the title so she wasn't sure what it was, exactly. The description gave her the idea that it was some sort of spell, though. It appeared to be in some weird old-timey language. Dipper would probably know which one it was.

But Mabel couldn't ask her brother for help. He was off at the store with Grunkle Stan shopping for food that wasn't moldy to fill the fridge with (Honestly, when was the last time the old guy had bought fresh food? How had the twins not died of food poisoning yet?).

"What do you think, Waddles? Should I test the spell? Or wait for Dipper to get home?"

The pig snorted twice, tilting his head at his owner. She took that as a "Go for it, Mabel! Oink, oink. You're the best!"

"Aw, Waddles. You're so sweet," she said, hugging him to her chest for a moment. The animal snorted again and she giggled.

"Alright, here goes nothing! Langueo tibi sic abire. Postremum convivii flebat apud me tibi. Iam non tu quod hic! Unicus sum saecula!"

As Mabel chanted, she failed to notice that her eyes were beginning to glow a dark green color, her surroundings melting away like wax on a candle. Waddles cried out as his owner vanished from sight and Mabel looked up just as she finished the spell, mouth open in shock as her bed disappeared from underneath her. She screamed as she fell through the darkness that ensued, reminding her all-too-well of the events of what had gone down in the bottomless pit.

"Waddles! Grunkle Stan! Dipper! Somebody! Help!"

She froze as her own screams echoed back at her. Okay, so yelling for help wasn't going to work. She clutched the journal closer to her chest, the only thing that she had now from the Shack (Dipper was probably going to get mad at her for taking it to wherever she was going, but that wasn't much of a concern at the moment). Thinking of Dipper made her calm down a little and she shut her eyes tightly.

"Okay, think hard, Mabel. What would Dipper do?"

The preteen looked around her for any signs of life, and upon seeing more empty blackness she frowned. "It looks just like the bottomless pit. But is it really...?"

As if on cue, a bright pinpoint of light appeared in the distance below her feet. Mabel swallowed hard as it began expanding. "Oh, no! Not again!"

She gave a small shriek and shut her eyes as she felt her world flip upside-down before she was spat up onto the grass outside the Shack. Opening her eyes cautiously, she dusted off her purple sweater and stood. It was about dinnertime, judging by how the sun was setting, and she smiled in relief. Maybe time hadn't passed at all and she could still put the journal back before Dipper saw it was gone. Knowing him, he would freak out about his beloved possession and lecture her for at least half an hour on asking him first before taking off with it. She sighed; sometimes her twin's paranoia was a little annoying.

Oh, well. It was time to get the book back where it belonged.

Mabel hurried into the Shack, racing up the stairs (no one was home yet, other than her, so there was no reason to worry). She stuck the journal back under her brother's pillow and sighed in relief as she heard her grunkle's car drive up to the building. Thank goodness. She was right on time.

She glanced around the room, frowning as she noted something was off. Wait...where was her bed? Where were all of her posters and her suitcase and her handmade sweaters? She glanced at the alarm clock on her twin's side of the attic. It had only been ten minutes since she had fallen into that bottomless pit; what exactly had that spell done? Why had she come out of the bottomless pit anyways, though? That was mighty suspicious.

Also, where was Waddles? She felt a pang of regret at not taking her precious pet with her. Maybe she and Dipper could look for him once he came upstairs and explained everything to him.

Footsteps trudged up the stairs and she turned to face the door, biting her lip as she wondered how to explain this gently to her younger twin. Uh, hey, Dipdop! So...I may or may not have taken your journal and read some sort of spell and then some crazy stuff happened with everything turning black, falling into the bottomless pit (yes, I know that makes no sense, I'm still confused about that bit too), and now I can't find Waddles. Can you help me look for him before dinner? Thanks, bro-bro!

Yeah, somehow Mabel doubted that that would go over well with him.

Her brother opened the door, wiping his forehead as sweat formed on his brow. He looked tired, most likely because Stan had made him carry in the groceries like he usually did. Something about improving the kid's "wimpy muscles" or something.

Dipper looked up before she could greet him and his eyes bulged as he froze in place. The boy looked like he was scarcely breathing. Mabel frowned. Why was he looking at her like she was a stranger? Was this some sort of prank?

"Wh-Who are you? Why are you in my room?"

"Um, it's my room too, silly," she corrected him with a nervous laugh. "We had this whole body-switching argument the other day and agreed to keep this room together. Remember? Or did you lose a few brain cells helping Grunkle Stan carry in the groceries?"

"Grunkle?"

Why did he still look confused and scared?

"Uh, yeah. You've heard that word, like, a bajillion times, bro-bro. Are you feeling okay?"

Dipper's eyes narrowed and he shut the door cautiously. "Who are you? Why are you in my room?" he repeated.

Something was definitely wrong. Mabel's gut instinct screamed at her to run.

"Dipper - "

"How do you know my name?" Okay, now he was getting mad. Dipper didn't look like he was joking; everything in his expression told her he was deadly serious about his inquiries.

"I'm your sister? Remember? It's me, Mabel!"

Dipper froze, the befuddlement growing as he stared at the brunette. "I..."

Mabel frowned now. Something was very wrong.

"I don't have a sister. Who are you?"

Poor Dip is so confused. And Mabel has no clue what she's done...

Latin translation: I am sick of you, so go away. You've nagged me for the last time. You no longer exist here! I am an only child forevermore!