Mabel's Nightmare

SUMMARY: Mabel has a nightmare and it's up to Dipper and Ford to comfort her.

MAIN CHARACTERS: Mabel and Dipper Pines, Stanford Pines

The young girl pulls out a snow globe looking object from a brown backpack, the inside almost looking like a lava lamp with dark matter shifting around it, a crack on the outer glass.

"Huh. That's odd." The girl says, her long brown hair drifting in the wind. "This it?"

A man stood in front of her with tan looking skin. He had a round body shape and wore a gray jumpsuit, a bit of brown hair on his head. Goggles were over his eyes, but he gave a smile and his eyebrows were raised.

"Yes, that's it!" the man cheered. "Just hand it over and I'll do my thing." He then gives what looked to be like a sarcastic smile. "Unless you're ready to leave Gravity Falls."

The girl looks at the object in her hands and back to the man. Her face with contorted with panic, not knowing what she really wanted to do. She clutches the object in her hands and starts moving it forward.

"Just a little more summer…" she whispers as she gives the object to the man.

The man smiles and then without a warning drops the object. "Opps!" he cries out sarcastically as he begins to stomp on the object, cackling.

"What!?" the girl yelps, her brown eyes widening with disbelief.

The man cackles maniacally in a now shrill sounding tone, him removing his goggles to reveal his eyes were yellow with a black slit. He takes a step forward, the girl's back to the tree she was standing by.

"Oh no!" the girl cried in fear. "Wait, wait, wait!"

There was a snap and she fell to the ground…

Mabel sat upright in her bed, her blanket clutched in her hands, her panting as cold sweat covered her face.

Soft snores were heard from the other side of the room, Dipper sleeping soundly. Mabel tries to calm her thundering heart, her eyes darting around thinking she was going to see that triangular monster again.

It was her fault that Weirdmageddon had happened… she gave Bill the rift. She was the reason so many people died. She was the reason why Dipper had to go through what he did. Once in a while he gets a sudden memory spurge of what he had done as Bill's puppet, but it passes and he forgets it again like it never happened… but when he did he suffered and Mabel would feel the guilt engulfing her.

Just thinking about that day was making her tear up. Mabel remembered the argument she and Dipper had before she ran into the woods. He had wanted to stay and work with Ford as his apprentice, but she didn't want him to do that.

Who would sacrifice everything they've worked for just for their dumb sibling?

Bill's voice echoed in her mind, that specific phrase. Growing up Dipper always did everything Mabel wanted, just because she asked him to or guilt tripped him. When they were twelve he didn't want to the Summerween trick-or-treating as he had wanted to go to a party, but she made him feel guilty about wanting to something he wanted to do, so he trick-or-treated with her. He asked her to help with McGucket's old laptop, but she made him help her with a puppet show instead that got his body possessed by Bill the first time. Dipper always gave up everything…

For our entire lives I have dropped everything for you! This is the one thing I ask you to do!

Her heart aches as she remembers Dipper's begging and bleeding face. His eyes had been wide with pain and horror, one his brown eye the other the yellow with the black slit of a pupil. Blood was slowly coming out of his nose, mouth, and even eyes as he had been using his very life force to try to resist Bill for as long as he had done.

Hot tears sting her eyes and slowly hit her gripped hands. She tries to choke back a sob, but she hiccups and sniffles as more tears fell. A creak was heard from the other side of the room, Dipper getting up from his bed. He walks over, him wearing an orange t-shirt and long blue pajama pants that had pine tree designs on it and newly obtained glasses, his socked feet making soft thuds on the wooden floors.

"Mabel…?" he whispers, clicking on the light. His twin sister sat in front of him, her face red and contorted with sadness, her lips quivering as tears fell. "Mabel!" he goes to her side and sits on the edge of her bed, her suddenly throwing her arms around him, nearly causing his glasses to get knocked off his face. "Hey, hey, what's wrong…?" he asks her.

Mabel looks up at him, her brown eyes wide and tearful. "Dipper…! It's all my fault! I gave the rift to Bill and cause Weirdmageddon to happen!" she didn't notice that her brother's face twisted with confusion. "A-and it's my fault you're so messed up right now…! Why parts of your memories gone…!" she then full on sobs, her body shaking with despair, her head hanging low.

Dipper had no idea what she was talking about, but she was clearly upset. He pat his hand against her back gently to try to comfort her. "It's not your fault, Mabel…" Dipper whispered gently to her. "From what I've heard and gathered… that thing would've gotten the rift a different way… it used you at a vulnerable moment… It's not your fault."

"But it is, Dipper!" she cries, her hands wrapped around him. "I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!"

There was then a soft knock at the door, then it creaked open. Ford sticks his head in, his dark gray hair fluffed up in different directions. "You guys okay…?" he calls in gently. He then opens the door fully and sees his great niece crying. "Hey, Mabel, what's wrong, sweetie?"

Mabel raises her head, her face red. "G-grunkle Ford… it's my fault with the rift… it's all my fault that Weirdmageddon happened…" she sobs and hiccups. "And it's my fault that D-Dipper-"

Ford had been approaching the two when she was talking. He then sits on the edge of the bed and wraps both his arms around the twins, hugging them close to him. "No… it's not, sweetie. It's my fault…" he whispers to her. "It is all my fault that you two and Stanley were caught up in everything… I made the deal with Bill in the beginning…"

"Grunkle Ford…" Dipper says gently. "What-"

The old scientist hugs them even tighter. "I love you two more than anything in this world, and just thinking what almost happened makes me feel panicked and scared that I almost lost you two…" he sounded congested, like he was trying not to cry. "I don't want you two to think that any of this is your fault, because it isn't."

"We love you too, Grunkle Ford…" both the twins said together, them embracing him as well.

Ford pulls away, his face indeed covered in tears, matching Mabel. "You two are great kids… I couldn't have asked for a better great niece and great nephew." He tells them, his words full of meaning.

The three stayed on Mabel's bed, all of them eventually falling asleep. Ford leaned against the wall, his mouth open and gently snoring. Mabel was cuddled against his chest, a blanket wrapped around her, a small smile on her face with her tears drying. Dipper had his head rested on Ford's leg, his mouth opened as well, him snoring.

As the light from the sun came into the room, Stan had appeared in the doorway, seeing his twin brother and kids sleeping. He gives a half-smile, seeing how peaceful they all were. He then looked around and saw Mabel's camera, picking it up. Slowly he tiptoes over to the bed, him raising the camera.

Stan snaps the picture, capturing all of their sleeping forms.

A/N: Mabel is always comforting everyone with their nightmares, she needed her turn too! Little precious cinnamon roll...

Thanks for reading, as always!

~Skye Hendersen~