Tales of the falls
I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!
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imperialwar1234 : 1. "Take my 'Lord's' name in vain! I meant take my 'Lord's name in vain' Gah! Sorry about that. What is wrong with my typing?...anyway, my lord is God, Jesus and the holy ghost...to everyone else who sees this...BRING ON THE FLAMES I REGRET NOTHING! 2. choose one what?
MysterD47 : Jungle tag and the gumball chapter is up!
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AN: this story was inspired by GojiraCipher. Give HIS stories a read! Their good!
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-And so...by ripping off the flesh from my forehead...I HAVE GAINED TRUE VISION! Much like the tuatara and their third eye..." Explains Chris Walker to Mable.
A now very pale Mable quickly drinks some water, then chuckles nervously. "Heh...you don't say...that's...interesting."
Now even Mable would admit that this new-found friendship was 'odd'...especially since it started- of all things -of a shared fondness of pigs...
At first Walker was simply baffled how a 12 year old girl managed to cross Murkoff. And Mable, wanting to be a good roommate- as well as being intimidated by his size and self-mutilated appearance -obliged him with her life story.
When she got to Waddles...Walker jumped right in and began to have a friendly chat with her...even help comfort her when she got to the part about his death...which actually made Mable feel better...although she could've lived without the graphic rants of how he'd dismember the bus company...
As the days passed at Mount Massive Asylum...Mable grew more and more terrified. The place was completely unsanitary- roaches and rats everywhere! And not the fun, singing types either! The guards beat up inmates over the flimsiest of reasons, they made her take pills and shots that made her vision blur and her nose to bleed, and the screams...the screams she heard at night...she was actually thankful the mattress was already soiled...no one could tell the difference...
She was pretty sure that the only reason she hadn't been killed or worse already was because Walker purposely never left her side...for which she was grateful...even if she did still unnerve her a bit...
The only person who'd tried anything was...
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"When I was a boy my mother often said to me: "Get married, son, and see how happy you will be." I have looked all over, but no girlie can I find, who seems to be just like the little girl I have in mind; I will have to look around until the right one I have found."
Sang Eddie Gluskin as he grabbed Mable from behind and tried to rip off her gown-
...It took fifty security guards to keep an enraged Walker from ripping him to pieces...
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Since then, Mable refused to leave Walkers side even for a second! What was REALLY horrifying about the whole thing...was that she was fairly certain that Dr. Richard Trager arranged the whole thing!
She overheard one of the guards mention that Eddie was a favorite test subject of Trager who was SUPPOSED to stay locked up in extreme isolation...so how'd he get into her room?
Worse, she also overheard Trager angrily berating the guards...NOT for allowing the incident to happen like you'd think- But rather FAILING to keep Walker distracted elsewhere, the jerk hadn't even given her a replacement hospital gown! She had to wrap the fragments around her nearly naked frame...
Mable was really scared now...and that Father Martin and his creepy ominous chanting with his cult in the next room wasn't helping matters! She didn't know what this 'Walrider' was...but seeing how Walker- the giant man who could rip a man to pieces with his bare hands -looked terrified whenever it was mentioned...No, she had to get out of here...
If she could JUST get a message to out to somebody...She'd have to talk to Walker about it...
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Jeremy Blaire looked over the dossier. "This is all you could find on her?" He asked annoyed. Ever since they'd been anonymously paid a large sum of money to have a 12 year old girl brought to this hellhole...well, needless to say, it got people curious...
But this Mable Pines...it seemed like she was just a normal nobody, nothing noteworthy about her at all! Of course, The records on her only went to before this Summer where she went to a 'Gravity Falls'...which apparently was a rinky-dink hick town that wasn't even worth putting on the map-
Jeremy Blaire briefly considered looking into this deeper- then dismissed it. "Bah! What am I thinking? If she wasn't significant the first 12 years of her life...as if three measly months could change that!"
Still...the fact a person had paid twice his life savings to send her here...AND made friends with fracking 'Strongfat' of all people!...
Jeremy shook his head, he didn't have time for mysteries! He had to finalize preparations for the next phase of the Walrider project! More importantly he needed to win over enough of the board to FINALLY oust Wernicke and take his place as head of the project!
He turned to his only business partner/friend Trager, "Do what you have to do, just get this taken care of." He said in a dismissive fashion. Trager cackled. "With pleasure..."
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"You truly believe that your family will get you out of here?" Asked Walker skeptically. Mable nodded. "Yes! Dipper only agreed because Mom told him! Plus...I was kinda in a bad place at that point and was a bit apathetic to the whole thing- which probably didn't help- Mable cut her rant short. "But regardless! If Dipper knew what was happening, he'd save me! He always dose! And always will!"
Walker frowned, "Personally he had his doubts about the stories(true, he'd seen some messed up things since he got here...but a giant time-baby? Little people that lived in mini-golf fields? A giant triangle with a top hat? A president who was written out of history for being 'too silly'? Really, who'd take that seriously?)Mable had been telling him- frankly, they made him think that she DID belong in an institute(Preferably one that was NOT controlled by the assholes that ran this joint and could get REAL help).
But regardless, he couldn't bring himself to tell these doubts to the closest thing he had to a friend...and it's not like he had a better idea to get her out of this horrible place-
He quickly looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Alright...you want to get a message out?...it's a bit of a long shot...but I have reason to believe that a software engineer- I think his name is Waylon something -Anyway, I think he's not too thrilled with what's going on here, with a little convincing, I think-
Suddenly, he smelled it- "Mable, don't ask why- but run!" "Wait, what?!" Shouted a suddenly very sleepy Mable.
Walker frantically tried to tear the door down as their room filled with knock-out gas...and he actually succeed! FWAP! FWAP! FWAP! FWAP! FWAP!
...only to be riddled with sleeping-darts by the waiting guards...
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Mable groaned...she was in a dark room...strapped to a chair...a weird glowing device hovering over her... "W-what is that?" She whimperd.
Tragger's laugh sent chills down her spine. "THAT, is the morphogenic engine...and you and it are about to become VERY good friends..."
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TO BE CONTINUED?
AN: Want me to continue this? I'm willing to take Bribes! Publish a chapter of my 'Shake up the Falls' Challenge before anyone else and I'll update the next chapter this plus two other stories!
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