The Return to Gravity Falls

by EZB

Mabel and Dipper return to Gravity Falls three years after their life-altering summer vacation spent with their Grunkle Stan, to find that Gravity Falls never stops being, well, weird. As the twins encounter old friends and reconnect with the supernatural inhabitants of Gravity Falls, new dangers lurk just outside of the knowledge of Uncle Stanfords old journals.

8. A Mabel of Perspective: Part 1

The town of Gravity Falls was known for seldom things. To the rest of Oregon, it was simply a logging town with few inhabitants. To a few outsiders, they had distant family living there and knew little of the town itself. Fewer still knew that it was a town that existed at all. So, it sat alone; quite content to be left alone by the rest of the world. Being isolated from the hustle and bustle of modern life meant this town was very much humble in its atmosphere. Gravity Falls stood connected with the wilderness. 'Being in touch' usually meant chopping down wilderness, hunting wilderness, or poking wilderness with a stick, but still; they at least knew what it was like to live by the mountains.

Despite the simple nature of the people – backwater or up-to-date – at the lands around the small town were truly beautiful. The town was surrounded by steep cliffs and beautiful mountain ranges that would easily bring a seasoned adventurer a run for their money. That was unless you belonged to a particular local family who thrived off of challenge of physical pursuit. That, and hewing trees. One of these members of this family peddled her way down a gravel-laden road through the woods, her long red hair flowing behind her from under a safety helmet.

Wendy Corduroy rode her bike to work every day, regardless of the many steep hills and inclines that were abundant through the town. The unobservant eye would never have guessed the physical capabilities of the eighteen-year-old, as she was particularly skinny. She had surprised more than a handful of her capabilities. Humming to herself as she turned a bend in the road, she finally found herself in eyesight of the Mystery Manor.

Wendy let her bike slow itself, eventually coming to a stop by using the remaining momentum alone. She parked her bike by the side of the building, resting on its usual spot. Her single sling style pack swayed as she parked the bike, having picked up the papers and magazines from the end of the long driveway of the Manor. Giving them a quick glance a she hopped off the bike, she turned and made for the entrance. Her boots hit the wood floor softly as she pushed the door aside.

"Mister Pines!" Wendy called into the building's gift shop, pulling the pack off her shoulders and tossing it lazily to the side of the counter, "I'm here."

Nearby, a young lady's voice answered instead. "Hi Wendy!"

"Sup, Mabel," Wendy called as she took her sentry's position. The girl in question walked into the gift shop, holding in her arms a cardboard box with, what Wendy could tell, a whole lot of arts and craft supplies. Wendy eyed the box and nodded in amusement. "Starting a new project?" she asked.

Mabel beamed at her. "Yeah! Do you have any old magazines?" Mabel asked as she took her box to the opposite side of the room, and Wendy pointed to a thin metal tray where outdated magazines and newspapers were laid to rest. Mabel waltzed over, and took the entire tray. She explained, waking back to her cardboard box, "I'm going to spruce up mine and Dipper's door!"

"I'm sure he's excited," Wendy smirked as she pulled out the newest paper from her own bag.

"He's not in the loop yet," Mabel mirrored her smile, devious and excited, "he's still asleep, the bum-head."

From the doorway leading deeper inside, a weary, creaky voice called out. "A lucky kid," grumped Grunkle Stan as he walked into the shop, scratching and massaging his back. "Hey Wendy. Soos in here?" Grunkle Stan asked as he paused, adjusting his glasses to better rub his eyes.

"Haven't seen him," Wendy shrugged.

Mabel put her hands to her cheeks. "He's eluding your keen senses?" Mabel said in mock awe to her Grunkle, "Stanley Pines! How can this be?"

Her great uncle cast her an exhausted look. "Morning is no time for strong senses, except that of pain and misery," Grunkle Stan said, and then cleared his throat. "Soos!" he bellowed, extending his hand to his mouth as he called.

Directly above the three, there was a sudden gasp. This was followed by a crash, with the sounds of breaking wood, and a portion of the ceiling broke through. Soos's head popped out, staring blankly before him, possibly in shock. The three stared back, uncertain as to what exactly had just transpired.

Soos spun around in his roof-hole to face Stan. "I found the weak spot on the ceiling we were worried about," Soos said proudly to his boss.

"And you've already started renovations," Stan told him with an air of ease, un-phased with the partial destruction of his building. "You're going to fix all that, right?"

Soos chuckled. "You bet! Once I figure out how to pull himself out of the hole," he squirmed, "Uh... I got it," Soos mumbled, trying to wiggle his way with his head again. He stared at the three. "Or I may be stuck. I think I might be stuck. I am definitely stuck."

Wendy chuckled as Stan moved up and placed a hand on Soos's forehead, attempting to push him back up and out. The redhead lowered herself onto the stool behind her, and opened the newspaper with a flick. To her surprise, there was actually something worth talking about, and not a lot of boring over-exaggeration of local events.

"Hey, Mister Pines," Wendy called to Stan, "check this out," she started reading the headline title out loud, "String of robberies heading for Gravity Falls; locals warned to keep an eye out."

"A string of what?" Stan gave up trying to help Soos, turning to face Wendy. Soos watched with interest as Grunkle Stan moved to the counter, looking at the newspaper, and also read aloud, "A syndicate gang known as 'The Five Freaky Friends', yeesh," Stan leaned away, displeased with the name, "couldn't have thought of anything else?" he continued on the paper, "have been robbing convenience stores and mom-and-pop shops, and are currently expected to make a pass at Gravity Falls very soon. Owners of businesses are encouraged to stay safe and not open business to anyone who would appear dangerous or look like they've spent time behind bars'."

"I guess that means you're not shopping for anything this week," Wendy joked with her boss, "unless you want to be pointed away like the hard-timer you are."

Stan cast a quick glare at Wendy. "Yeah, funny," he congratulated her, "And like we should be scared of anyone with the name 'five freaky friends'. I've heard cartoon shows with scarier names than that!" Grunkle Stan rolled his eyes as he walked away from the counter.

Mabel cried out, "Like Ducktective!"

The patter of sleepy footfalls announced another person. "What about the local authorities?" the sleepy voice of Dipper floated in, dressed and entirely groggy looking with his bags under his eyes particularly visible.

Wendy scoffed. "What? The cops here?" she asked Dipper, "You might as well just tell these guys to stop on by the Mystery Manor for free merchandise if you think those guys have a chance at stopping those thieves."

Dipper nodded. "That sounds... uh, Soos?" Dipper had only just realized that his friend's head was sticking through the ceiling, looking at him with a happy grin.

"Sup dude," Soos said back.

"Do you need help getting down? Or up? Out?" Dipper tried asking, uncertain of the action to take.

Grunkle Stan took a step between Dipper and Soos. "Don't worry about him, he's fine," Grunkle Stan assured Dipper with a lazy wave of his hand over his shoulder, "getting out of tough situations is just what he does." On cue, Soos crashed through the roof and landed behind Stan with a loud thud. Stan gestured behind him, "See? Nice and easy," he stated.

From the pile of wooden Debris, Soos added, "Wow. Surprisingly not hurt. I can't feel my fingers, but there's no pain."

Eying his great Uncle for a moment, Dipper asked to the room, "So, what's with all that talk about robbers?" He then stepped over to and offered a hand to Soos.

Wendy turned the local newspaper around, better to show the others. "Some gang is going to drive through Gravity Falls supposedly," Wendy repeated, "but this is also the Gravity Falls Gossiper. You can never be sure with Toby," she added with a scornful look to the paper.

Dipper, currently helping Soos out of the pile of wooden planks, asked, "Should we maybe, I don't know, be on lookout for suspicious looking people then?"

Grunkle Stan scoffed. "Be my guest; go ahead and stand outside all day and night in case someone decides that the gift shop to a tourist trap is the perfect place to made a fortune in thefts," Grunkle Stan said as he walked out of the room, heading for the kitchen, "Soos, get to that ceiling- we don't need another nest of screech owls living in the building."

Soos, finally standing up, "Yes sir!" Soos saluted, "Thanks for the assist, bud," Soos told Dipper as he turned and wobbled his way out of the gift shop, casually trying to steady his walk as he stumbled through the door.

Mabel cried out from the floor, "Dipper! You should help with the door decorations I'm making. It's going to perfectly represent our personalities with the use of messages that look like ransom notes and lots of glitter!"

"Uh," Dipper turned, busy while scratching his arm, "I'm not much of a crafts person, you know that. Why does our door need this stuff?" Dipper asked.

Mabel shrugged and began to feverishly cut out words and letters. "That way no one mistakes our room for anything else," Mabel assured him.

Dipper stared down at her, his mind trying to better understand the possibility of anyone mistaking their room for anything other than 'their room'. The only people who entered that area of the building was Dipper and Mabel. Even Grunkle Stan, who lived there, would only come up the stairs for the bathroom, and he certainly never mistook their room for anything else. Still, Dipper found himself unconcerned; it was a harmless project at least. He watched as she happily cut out words and letters per her desire.

Dipper's arm twinged. He sighed, and grunted as he scratched the wrappings around his arm.

Wendy spotted this quickly. "Dude," Wendy scolded gently, "no scratching."

He scowled at himself and lowered his arm. "Okay, fine. It just feels like my skin is crawling."

"It's the curse of stitches, man," Wendy said with authority, "you want your skin to be all nice and healed after we take them out? Can't be scratching at them dude, even through the bandage."

"I gotcha," Dipper nodded, and peered through the hole above him. Soos had finally re-emerged on the roof, looking through it with thoughtful stare. Dipper let his inching arm fidget, and found itself touching the blue cylinder in his pocket. He had come to start holding the blue cylinder since last night close to him, and so he pulled it out and examined it.

Wendy spotted the blue glow illuminating Dipper's face, reflecting from his eyes. "So, no idea what it is still?" Wendy asked as Dipper looked at the mysterious object.

He painfully sighed. "Library had nothing," Dipper explained, "And after the craziness yesterday, I didn't get much chance to do anything but rest," Dipper admitted with mild distress, "but there's a chance it can act as a two-way communicator."

"Huh?" Wendy asked as she lowered the newspaper, "how'd you figure that one out?"

Mabel was quick to jump on the conversation. "Dipper's voice came out of the other one," Mabel explained while cutting out a particularly large section of the page, "and he heard us through the other glowy-thingy."

Dipper nodded. "Not just me though. Soos heard it as well, and so did the Warlock. He thought I was doing something to mess with him," Dipper added, putting the object on the counter for Wendy to look at it.

She leaned forward, her eyes squinting as she scrutinized its surface. "That's some weird little... thing you've found, man," Wendy said as she nodded cautiously.

Dipper lifted the small object back into his hands, giving it a spin through his fingers. His arm began to itch once again, and it was only the curiosity of the object before him that stayed his hand. Dipper sighed, letting it slide back into his pocket. Looking at it without any clue to its origins or purpose drove him to crazed frustration. His eyes found Mabel on the floor, still cutting out pieces.

Mabel snickered as she began cutting out a section of bolded letters. "I am going to get some great use from you guys," Mabel smiled deviously as she collected the letters into her crate.

Dipper found that itching arm grating. He needed something else to focus on, something he could actually progress with. Then, staring at his sister, he realized there was something he could try. "Hey Mabel," Dipper started, turning to her fully, "Can I take you on your word now?"

See turned to look at him. "Huh?" Mabel crooked her head to the side as she looked to her brother, "You want to speak plainly, good friend?"

"Teach me that stuff, you know?" Dipper asked, his voice quieter, "the, uh, martial arts stuff?"

"Oh!" Mabel gasped. She hadn't forgotten her promise entirely, but the prospect of decorating her door had taken her mind completely away from that. "Yeah bro! Let me wrap this up, and then we can get started."

"Well, it's nice outside right now," Dipper pointed out with a grin, looking to the wilderness, "great day be outside, showing your brother how to be awesome..."

Mabel paused half way through the incision of a face on a commercial for pasted fake-eyebrows. Her brother was throwing a lot of bait for her. It was one thing to acknowledge Mabel's talent in something pleasantly, but it was another thing to remind her of the glories of outdoor activity. Him sounding interested in something she liked took it to the next level. This was an opportunity she couldn't pass up on, and she sighed, pained as she looked up at him.

"Just let me finish this one little thing, okay?" she begged, and Dipper sighed. He relented a nod.

Above them, Soos cried out, "Whoa!" Another loud crash later, and Soos's head once again popped through a new hole in the ceiling, this time a few feet further inside the building. He gave them the same surprised stare he had earlier as they looked back. "I'm like a reverse ground-hog," Soos commented.

Mabel looked to her work thus far. "On second thought, maybe arts and craft can wait until the roof is safe," Mabel admitted as she eyed Soos.

Mabel collected the remains of her project and shifted them to the side of the room, where they would be hopefully safe. Soos crashed through once again, landing as hard as he did previously, but stood up, dusted himself off, and marched back outside.

Several minutes later, Dipper and Mabel emerged from the building, clothed for a fitness workout. T-shirt and sweatpants on, Dipper looked to his much more impressive looking sister, adorned with her martial arts robe and colored belt. They approached the grass, where Mabel stopped, and took a long breath in.

She turned to him. "Well, I hate to tell you Dipper," Mabel started as she thought aloud, "We can't get into the form and more impressive stuff until your arm is better."

He nodded. "I figured as much," Dipper sighed, rubbing the bandage it absentmindedly.

"Stoppit," she pointed to the bandage, and he growled at himself as he lowered his arms. She smiled again, "So, instead, we're just going to skip ahead to the more thoughtful stuff the Paths works on."

Dipper eyed her. "Huh? I thought you said-"

"That you can't fight, yeah," Mabel clarified, "So instead, I'm going to show you the secret to the Paths. The secrets of meditation," Mabel wove her arms to her sides and above her, painting a massive imaginary picture to impress Dipper. He merely stared at her with uncertainty. She informed him, "That's supposed to sound really, just, way too cool, by the way."

Dipper chuckled. "Right. So, what's the secret?" Dipper said, hands by his side as he looked to his sister expectantly.

"Well, we should find an isolated space first," Mabel decided, peering into the woods, "that way when Soos busts out the power drills, they won't distract us."

With a curt nod, Dipper followed Mabel into the woods. Some hundred feet later, Mabel stopped. They were in a clearing just by the forest edge. Still able to spot the Mystery Manor at distance, Mabel sighed; breathing in the wonderful air around her.

"This will do," she grinned as she plopped down suddenly into a cross-legged sit. "Sit, young grasshopper." Dipper sat with an amused smile, and mirrored her, crossing his legs slightly underneath his knees. She continued, "Now, there's three parts to this trick. First, take a nice deep breath, and close your eyes."

"Sure," Dipper nodded, and he took a breath in and out. Mabel watched him carefully and scoffed. He huffed at her critical scoff, "What? What?" he demanded.

"You're not breathing right!" she scolded him.

"Uh... I'm not sure I understand the criticism," he admitted with mild scorn, "How does anyone not 'breath right'? You just take a breath in, and then back out," Dipper defended himself.

"It's where the breath comes from," Mabel poked his belly, "there. Your gut!"

"That's not where my lungs are," Dipper stated in a disapproving tone. Mabel poked him again, harder, "Ow!"

"No, but it's where your diaphragm is!" Mabel smirked. Dipper blinked, taken off guard by her knowledge. Leaning back to her up-right seat, she told him, "Betcha didn't think I knew that, didja oh-so-ready-to-criticize-his-sister, brother o' mine?"

"Okay, you got me," Dipper rolled his eyes and nodded, "I won't second guess you. So, from the gut?"

Mabel gave his words a thought. "Like... lie on your back for a second," Mabel pushed her brother back, who landed on the sparse grass with an 'oof', but laid there. Sitting next to him, she instructed, "Now, just breath normally." He followed suit, and his eyes went wide. He had left his hands onto his stomach, and indeed he could feel a difference in his breathing. She beamed at him. "See? Like that, but now sit up, dork."

"I think it's against the rules to call your apprentice dorks," Dipper scolded her as he stood up, eyeing her with amused skepticism. Mabel's cheeks flushed a tiny bit pink, and Dipper smiled in a bit of shock. "What?" he asked her.

"I guess you are my apprentice, aren't you?" she asked with a tiny wiggly smile, "Man, that is like, so cool you don't even know."

Dipper gave her a smile. "Okay," he said, and took a long breath," Breaths," Dipper checked his breathing, and this time was given a nod of approval from Mabel, "good. Eyes, closed," Dipper closed his eyes, "check. What next?"

"Clear your mind of thoughts. It's okay if you're thinking about my instructions at first, though," Mabel added with a small chuckle.

"Okay... step three?" Dipper asked with his eyes closed.

"Now, here's the tricky part," Mabel admitted with an air of warning, "you have to feel a light in your head. Like a little spot deep inside your thoughts, but you can't think anything about it. You just have to sort of... experience it without a question."

Dipper froze in absolute uncertainty. "Uh... that's ridiculously vague," Dipper stated and opened his eyes, staring at his sister, "how do I know when I see that light?"

"Eyes closed!" Mabel swatted his head gently, and Dipper huffed as he closed his eyes again, "just try clearing your head for now."

"Fine, fine," Dipper nodded, and sat. He tried minding his thoughts, which was certainly a harder thing to do than he anticipated. Certainly possible, but it was like his brain refused to be put at rest. He wanted to be considering ideas and exploring thoughts constantly. Quieting all of those thoughts seemed impossible. Then there was his own voice of consciousness, begging him to understand the point of this weird practice. His head wanted to understand and seek explanation more and more he sat silently. It was all rumbling throughout his mind.

Mabel on the other hand had many months of this practice. She was more in control with her thoughts and ideas than what was expected of her. Her master had found a very clever way of instructing Mabel to further her understanding of the meditative process. It wouldn't work on Dipper though, as the plan had been to sing silly songs together until you didn't need to think about it, and there Mabel had found the feeling of solace. Now, she could access it easily when she sought to, at the flick of a mental switch.

The teenage girl could almost feel Dipper's growing frustration. His breaths grew closer together, and he lost his deeper breathing from his diaphragm. Eventually he sighed angrily, and she smirked. He had the same reaction she did when she started this.

She smirked; pleased that he wasn't instantly better than her. "Just take it easy bro-bro," she stated calmly, not opening her eyes, "you can't force this, you know."

"I know, I'll keep trying," Dipper said. Mabel felt him shake himself out, re-adjust, and try again.

Minutes passed as the two sat there, in the quiet clearing in the woods. Occasionally there would be the bird passing over, or a small animal cry in the woods far off in the distance, and each time Mabel caught Dipper peaking an eye out to spot it. This was certainly a good place to teach him though- as the din of the work going on at the Mystery Manor would have drowned out any silence in their heads instantly. Mabel still didn't really understand how her master could meditate with her windows open in the city.

Minutes after she had again caught him peeking his eyes open, she again felt him stir in just the right way to indicate he was looking at something. "Dipper," she warned him, swatting his knee.

He flinched. "Ugh, I know, I know!" Dipper growled, sounding like he was clutching his hat-less head and chunks of his hair, "but dang, this just feels like torture."

"Psh, baby. You just need to stop thinking about what else you can be doing now, and let yourself go for a bit," Mabel explained. She didn't need to look at her brother to know he had just gaped at her.

"How... how did you-" Dipper started, but Mabel, still with her eyes closed, gave him a big bright gleaming smile. He chuckled as she leaned back. "Okay. One more time for me – oh... whoa. Hey Mabel," Dipper started.

"No distractions," Mabel told him, pushing his shoulder gently, her eyes sealed closed.

"No, seriously, Mabel," Dipper said with more strength, leaning closer to something away from the twins, "you should open your eyes."

"Dipper, I don't hear anything. If it doesn't look dangerous, leave it be," Mabel told him with a tiny bit of authority, "back to meditating."

Awe grew in Dipper's voice. "Seriously, open your eyes! It's right in front of you! I think it's a fairy!" Dipper shouted as something light brushed against Mabels cheeks.

Mabel gasped and opened her eyes, and instantly regretted her sudden reaction. A small, bright fluffy ball of wondrous light was sucked down into Mabel's throat from her gasp. Her eyes shot open as she gagged, feeling the small puff stick somewhere in her neck, causing the most horrible inside-the-body itch she had felt in her entire life. Coughing and gagging while fanning her wide-open mouth, Mabel shot up, running in circles as she gripped her neck tightly, afraid the small thing would fall into her lungs.

Climbing up to help her, Dipper shouted, "Mabel! Wait!" as he tried following her.

Mabel's life was falling apart. Nothing could be more panic inducing than the feeling of something hypothetically alive, fuzzy, and cute wedged somewhere in her throat. She found a young tree, small enough to grasp the trunk with her hand tightly. With the tree firmly grasped, she began to smash her forehead into it, in hopes of popping the thing out.

Dipper yelped. "Oh god, Mabel, Stop! You're going to hurt yourself!" Dipper screamed as he tried prying his sister from the tree as she smashed her head against it. She spun to him, hopping in place as her eyes shone with fear, gasping and fanning her mouth.

Mabel's itch was getting too much to resist. "I don't want to-" she started gasping with loud frog-like croaks, but then her fear came to light. She swallowed instinctively; her muscles contracting. That swallow pulled away that horrible itching feeling and replaced it with something almost worse; emptiness and dread. She stood there, frozen in place, her eyes wide in fear, regret, and shame. Her eyes started to well with tears. The realization of what she had done started to come to light.

Her brother stared at her nervously. "We, uh, need to get back to the shack," Dipper informed her tensely, trying to remain calm.

Mabel's lips began trembling horribly. "I... I... I..." she could manage as she started to cry. She muttered, "I'm a murderer."

With Dipper's help, the two started back towards the tourist trap. Mabel couldn't stop sobbing the entire walk back to the shack, hugged tightly be her concerned brother. Her incoherent sentences tried begging for forgiveness and desperate pleas for death. She couldn't live with the fact something as small and lovely as a fairy had lost its life because of her. Dipper did his best, soothing her with the occasional brush of her hair, but it did little to nothing to calm her. She was convinced she deserved the hangman's noose.

Arriving indoors, they quickly caught the attention of Wendy and Soos, who had made a third hole in the ceiling. The two had come running to her side, uncertain to what would cause her to cry so hard. She could only manage out, "I deserve no friends! I am a terrible person!" and Dipper explained the situation bluntly.

Stan didn't help either when he entered the scene in an attempt to sooth his grand-niece. "Sweetie, everything will be fine. These sorts of things happen," he said plainly, patting her shoulder gently, drawing from her a look of hope, but he continued, "I mean, they're mostly like bugs anyway. I wouldn't be surprised if there are nests of them actually; like people just accidentally run them over with lawnmowers and weed-whackers and-"

Grief-stricken, Mabel charged up the stairs, a trail of tears following in her wake as she ran to her room. Dipper, who had given his Grunkle a look of incredible disbelief, ran after his sister. He found her, having changed lightning-fast into her most comfortable sweater, and skirt, and had buried herself inside, deep, deep in sweater-town.

Dipper approached his sister. "Mabel," he started, uncertain how to calm her, as she still sniffled and hiccupped from inside her protective cocoon of woven cotton, "I know you're upset about this. It was an accident, though. You didn't mean to do it."

"Does that make it alright?" she asked, letting one side of her body roll onto the bed, still tucked inside the large orange sweater. She added darkly, "This day, I am become death: the destroyer of Tinkerbelle."

"You aren't destroying any worlds, Mabel," Dipper said, sitting on her bed, resting a hand on her side gently.

Mabel listened to her brother, feeling his support in her darkest hour of all existence. It touched her to know he wouldn't see her as a murderous psychopath, even after evidence to the contrary presented itself.

Then, without warning, she felt a strong, overtly powerful heat in her chest. "Ah!" she gasped, popping her head out of her sweater. It was the kind of feeling like she might gag.

Dipper whipped his hand away as she sat up, watching her as she clutched her stomach. "Mabel?" Dipper asked worriedly, "You going to be okay?"

Mabel couldn't answer. As soon as she opened her mouth to reply, an earth shaking belch followed, sparkles actually flying out of her mouth as she burped. After emitting the manliest burp the entire history of the Mystery Shack turned Manor, Mabel clapped her hands to her mouth. Her eyes slowly grew wide and she turned to her brother just as slowly. Dipper was trying as hard as he had ever in his entire life to not start bursting out laughing. That belch could have tossed someone off their feet.

Straightening his face as best he could, Dipper asked "You – you good?" Dipper tried forcing a smile away. It was unsuccessful Mabel looked to him, disapproval in his clear amusement that was etched in his entire being.

"That wasn't funny," she shoved him with a push, and slouched herself against the back of the bed. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, "Well, I guess it's time I just start adjusting to the lifestyle of a criminal."

"Oh shut up," Dipper told her as she rested her tired eyes, "my sister isn't a criminal. She's weird and unpredictable, but not an evil monster like she thinks she is."

"Yeah? Weird am I?" Mabel said, opening her eyes.

Mabel's mind did a huge double take. She felt the bed beneath her back, the sheets on her fingers, the rough wood behind her head – she knew she hadn't moved. But what she saw was not from inside her room. She was suddenly walking down Gravity Falls main street, peering across a street to a laundry mat. Mabel screamed, and closed her eyes as she flailed wildly. Suddenly she felt the pull of gravity change and she landed against wooden floor.

Dipper's voice rang loud. "What?!" Dipper leapt off the bed and ran to her side, crumpled on the floor. Mabel opened her eyes, and looked around in panic. She stopped flailing as she spotted Dipper, but her eyes still scanned the room wildly. She was looking at the 'correct' place this time.

"I, uh, Dipper," Mabel said, shaking as she looked around, "I think I just looked through someone else's noggin."

"What?" Dipper gasped, holding her face to his for inspection, "What do you mean?"

"I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I was looking at a street in town!" Mabel shouted in fear, "What... how... why!?" she yelled to the roof as Dipper stood up, and scrambled for through his backpack. Mabel shook a fist towards the heavens, "Is this your way of punishing me!?" she demanded.

"Mabel, calm down," Dipper told her firmly, "I think there may be an explanation about this!"

"Yeah!" It's called going EVIL!" Mabel shouted at her brother, and accidentally blinked. "BWAAH!" Without warning, she was looking through someone who was literally chewing on an entire stake, without use of silverware, plates, or a table. She was in shock just long enough to spy the large red bushy beard beneath the persons face before she blinked again, and she found herself seeing into the room. "It happened agaaaain!" she whined.

Dipper turned back to her, having collected his prized collection: the third journal of Grunkle Ford. "Mabel, look here!" Dipper flipped the worn, tattered pages, and found one in particular. "It's about faeries," he exclaimed, "and more importantly, pixies!"

"Pixies?" Mabel asked, walking over to his bed, and peering over the book to a pair of pages, illustrating the effects and abilities of the small winged humanoids known as the Fairy.

Dipper read aloud the passage, "The common fairy, under the family Fae, are a misunderstood, complicated creature. They fly, change sizes, and are know to constantly seek the attention of the heroic type," Dipper shrugged at that, but continued, "Through research I have determined that the Pixie is not a cousin of the fairy, as was originally thought, but the Faes young!" Dipper exclaimed. He read further, "They are created by fairies gathering positive energies and binding them into a small seed, like that of plants, and when the parents choose, enchanting that seed with life. Until that point, they are not alive, but exhibit strong magical properties not entirely recordable."

Mabel's face was deeply sketched with trauma. "I ate a baby fairy?!" Mabel shrieked at this information, "Death! I accept death and dishonor!"

Dipper flinched at her volume, and put a hand on her shoulder. "Mabel! Relax! It says that 'ingestion of a pixie results in uncontrollable levitation'," Dipper paraphrased from the journal, "but if it gets stuck inside the throat, strange sense-changes can happen," he turned to Mabel, "You're not floating, so that means its still okay!"

She stared at him, a light returning to her heart. "Wait, so it's okay?" Mabel gasped, and again blinked. "Whoa," Mabel grinned, peering through yet another set of eyes.

"Uh... so you're seeing something else?" Dipper asked as he stared at his sister, "other than me?" he specified.

Mabel giggled. "Oh, it's that funny skinny man," Mabel stated, "who's really into fashion? Likes seeing a good fight? Cute biker dude."

Dipper squinted. "Tyler?" Dipper clarified.

Mabel snickered. The shock had clearly worn off from her. Maybe it was the news that she hadn't killed the innocent creature. Maybe that it was Tyler actively dancing in front of a mirror to a some music in a well-fitting black leotard. Either way, she wasn't crying now. Mabel nodded, remembering to herself to borrow some of the moves he was displaying. She laughed at a particularly daring drop and spin, and she blinked. When she opened her eyes, she sighed in disappointment as her show ended.

Dipper leaned to her, wearing a sympathetic smile. "This could have been worse," Dipper stated as Mabel wiped away tears from her face. "I mean, all you have to do is blink again and your own vision comes back, right?"

Mabel gave his comment some consideration as she stood off his bed. This wasn't just lucking out big-time, this was an opportunity. Sure, having to switch between 'other-people' vision and her own could be tiresome, but then again, she could now see what people were looking at.

"Bro, I totally need to test this thing out," Mabel grinned as she looked back to her brother, "follow me!"

With a brief goodbye to the others in the Mystery Manor, the three took Dipper's car and headed straight for the town. A plan was established: Mabel would blink deliberately and memorize what the person was doing, looking for a specific detail to remember, and Dipper would write the time for reference. They would offer to these people a bargain – five bucks if Mabel could guess what they had just been doing, or the twins would surrender ten bucks if they were wrong.

Their first target was at the Gravity Falls funeral home, where Tallman Harker met them suspiciously. The width of Tallman's eyes could not be larger when she guessed correctly; examining the latest issue of Morgue and Mortuary Monthly for improved coffin fixtures. As they left, he stared at the portraits on the walls, and placed his hands over their eyes.

Many more were to befall Mabel's new talent. She peered into the eyes of the people nearby, and when she deemed them gullible, she had Dipper take the note. After an hour of this, the two were standing at the edge of a local farm, fanning through their wad of cash.

"Forty-five bucks!" Mabel jogged in place excitedly as she clutched her collection of five-dollar bills, "we're so getting good food later!"

Dipper placed his notepad away. "I'm not really sure that using this to rip people off their cash is a good idea anymore," Dipper added, despite smiling at his sister's excitement, "This was sort of Gideon's track record, remember?"

Mabel swatted the top of his cap while blowing a raspberry. "Shush, unbeliever!" Mabel told her brother with the command of a true queen, "the great, all-seeing Mabel has declared that we shall no longer use such powers except for that of the good of all."

"Great, because that farmer we ripped off is still staring at us weirdly, and I don't think we need any more of that," Dipper pointed with his thumb over his shoulder.

The two turned around, and indeed a farmer was clutching a power-line pole while poorly hiding behind it. He glared at the two, his eyelids almost sealed as he gazed suspiciously at Mabel. "I will find your secrets," the man's barely audible voice reached them.

Mabel shrugged. "Eh. Wouldn't be the first time people thought I was a witch, "she said, and then yelled to him, "Shoo!". He yelped and ran off. She grinned. "See? No biggie," Mabel added and winked at her brother, which turned out to be not a great idea. She hadn't considered the chance of multiple-perspectives with her eyesight before, and her brain was certainly not ready for the sensation. "Ugh. That hurts," she clutched her head as one eye saw Dipper watching her, and the other saw some sort of table with maps in the dark.

Yet, as she let her 'extra-perception' stare into someone else's life, she noticed something. The map was of Gravity Falls, and it was marked in red circles and dots. There were hastily drawn scribbles of some sort of plans around the edges of the map. She closed her right eye and finally let her brain take in the entire view from the other person. This was a plan of some sort.

Her eyes widened, and she flailed out for her brother. "Dipper, we need to write something down," Mabel said, reaching out blindly before her, trying to grab her brother's shoulder.

"Huh? What do you see?" Dipper asked curiously, "I thought we were done scamming people."

"This isn't about scamming silly people," Mabel stated hurriedly, trying to read the plans she saw out loud, "I can see stuff like 'wait until closing ours, take back entrance' and 'bring heavy duty lock-breaks'. Dipper, I think I can see a plan to rob Gravity Falls shops!"

Dipper clearly changed tunes, and took her shoulder, guiding her away. "Okay, in the car," Dipper said, pulling her over to his car, and seating her inside, as she dared not to blink. As he sat behind the wheel and closed the door, she could hear him scramble for the papers they used to scam people. "Tell me what you see, everything you can," he asked of her.

Mabel had seen enough for a detailed report. The people planning to rob shops in gravity falls were going to operate one day after another, bouncing around town seemingly unpredictably to hit shops that differed in the amount of goods that could be stolen and their worth. Supposedly, as she saw others around the map, these people would hit one shop alone, at a predetermined time to ensure absolute success. She had seen enough, and closed her eyes finally after successfully announcing she just spied on the entire group of the Five Freaky Friends.

Dipper finished writing a note down, and turned to her. "Mabel, we need to take this to the cops!" Dipper told her when she finally blinked, her eyes growing red from staring at the roof of the car too long.

"But I thought Wendy said they'd just end up getting hurt or stuff," Mabel tried recalling while rubbing her eyes gingerly.

"If they tried doing it alone, maybe," Dipper said, turning around in his seat to look at her, "but with this information, they may be able grab them all, one by one!"

"I'd think they'd change their plan as soon as one of them got caught," Mabel pointed out, finally opening her eyes to look around, "ah, and the world makes sense again," she hummed pleasantly.

He looked to her intently. "Don't you think it's worth it to try?" Dipper asked. Mabel gave him a thoughtful look. They had dealt with monsters in their lives before. Heck, just two days ago they ran face-to-face with the Shapeshifter in a near life and death scenario. Yet it was people who were among the scariest things to deal with. Humans didn't have a crazy over-the-top weakness like light or heat or itching powder. They could be smart or strong or fast and could do anything that Dipper and Mabel could. Getting involved with other humans in this sort of experience was risky.

Yet Mabel could feel her conscious calling for justice. She may not have eaten that pixie like she thought, but at least she could use this situation for good.

She angled her jaw, and in a thick, southern accent, she told him, "Okay, pardner; to the sheriffs," and she closed her eyes. When she opened them, she was shocked to find her vision still in the same car, but looking ahead to the road. "Woah!" she exclaimed, "Dipper, turn and look at me!" Mabel gasped and flapped her hands excitedly. She felt Dipper blink, and saw him slowly turn his face to look at her. Dipper's vision beheld her image and she couldn't help but smile. "Aw, I look wonderful," she said happily, "This is so much better than a mirror."

The drive to the police station was a quick one. Dipper had more difficulty than he had anticipated though, as Mabel quickly made it a sport to identify the mistakes Dipper made while driving, regardless how small or unimportant they were. She would cackle jestingly to his exaggeration reactions, reminding him that it was in his best interests to take her advice. "Not every day you get to have someone tell you what you're missing from your own perspective, is it?" she told him. Dipper then gave his sister a snide remark to her own skills at driving. As usual, the retort just bounced right back off her impenetrable sense of humor.

Then they arrived to the police station. The small offices of the Gravity Falls Police Department were cramped, but homey feeling. Each of the unimpressive officers in the town had made it their best efforts at relaxing as much as possible. The two passed a giant inflatable bouncy castle by the front door, blocking half the entrance for the twins. Mabel was terribly tempted when walking around it, and wouldn't leave unless given a single chance to hop around. Dipper resorted to pulling her arm away, but she resisted- dragging him back to try jumping on it.

"Just once!" she begged as she yanked him closer. Dipper was persistent, and tugged back. "Oh come on! It's a police sponsored bouncy castle! C'mon, please? It's all mythical and stuff too!"

"Its monster movie themed, okay?" Dipper corrected her as she continued the struggle. "Can we go?"

From just past the front doors, a voice corrected him, "That's super-movie monster themed bouncy castle, to you." The voice had a high-register, country twang. Dipper turned with Mabel, who was still letting her sight jump between individuals and therefore practically blind in the moment. Deputy Durland stepped out, his hands at his hips as he gave the two a stern look. "Nothing but the best monsters on that beauty. Now, what are you two doing here- aside from ooglin' our great use of state funding?"

Dipper was quick to explain his presence. "That gang that supposed to come by Gravity Falls," he stated, hoping to issue a sense of urgency, "my sister and I know they're going to hit a shop tonight."

"Yeah! It's going to be... uh," Mabel checked the notes she and her brother wrote down, "at the Hot-Grip professional weights gym!" Mabel announced, reading off the list of posed targets. "Man, who wants to rob a gym anyway? Aren't there scary people working in gyms?"

Dipper turned to her quickly. "It's after dark, so it's closed and no ones inside," Dipper pointed out, lazily pointing to the note next to it, and Mabel gave a small 'ah'. He turned back to the deputy, "But yeah. These people are going to rob it tonight! We know how they're going to do it and everything! You can grab them while they're at it!"

"And how exactly," the deeper soulful voice of Sherriff Blubs asked as he walked out, holding two Styrofoam cups, "do you know about all this? Sounds awfully suspicious. Oh, and here you go, buddy" he turned to his taller companion, "half-caf soy spiced caramel macchiato for you," Blubs handed a coffee to his partner, who cheered and started sipping. Blurbs warned him, "Not too fast! You'll burn your tongue."

Dipper stalled. "We... uh," Dipper turned to his sister, who returned the uncertain look. The premise of knowing what criminals were up to completely blinded them from being able to come up with a worth while excuse to how they came to the knowledge. Yet there they stood, with the two heads of the police department in town, staring them down for an answer. Dipper opened his mouth, worried their silence would draw further suspicion. Only then did Sherriff Blubs laugh at him.

"Oh, come on kid," Blubs grinned behind his black shades, "we're joking with you!" Sherriff Blubs and Deputy Durland gave a hearty laugh, pointing at the twins. The Pines duo started chuckling half-heartedly, awkwardly waiting for the two police officers to regain their composure. Sherriff Blubs chuckled, "You two looked like you were about faint! Woohaha!"

"Yeah, that's, hah, really funny," Dipper forced a thin smile on his face. "So, can we get your help in catching the gang?" he prompted them.

"Look kid," Sherriff said as he sipped his coffee, "We're not going running out at night just because you said so. I've listened to your advice about this sort of thing before. You remember how that turned out, don'tcha?"

Dipper's face reddened. He hadn't counted on the bumbling duo that was the Sherriff and Deputy of Gravity Falls actually recalling his blunder three years ago. He had mistakenly laid the blame of an assault and 'murder' of a wax figurine on the short, ugly local reporter, Toby Determined. While he and his sister had, soon after, quickly determined the wax figures had been cursed to come to life during a waxing moon, the damage had been done for his reputation. Dipper growled at his previous shortcomings, and could only guess how he'd win their trust. Maybe buying them more coffee?

Mabel stepped up to the plate. "Well, that was my brother who told you," Mabel said cheerily, "but this is my discovery! You can trust me, can't you?"

The two police officers gave Mabel a good look. She was doing her very best to appear adorable, fluttering her eyes and holding her hands behind her back as she smiled sweetly at the two. It took her a lot of focus and concentration to ignore the sudden flashes of other people's vision as she blinked, including someone picking their nose, a boy poking at an electric socket with a metal fork, and a man chasing a squirrel, presumably on his hands and legs, around a front-yard fountain.

Sherriff Blubs and Deputy Durland gave each other a look. Blurbs declared, "I see no reason not to trust you," and leaned back, giving his partner a pat on the back, "but you're on a thin wire, young lady. You're getting one chance to show us you're right. Understood?"

"Yes sir!" Mabel saluted, her tongue slightly sticking out as she grinned.

Hours passed as the Pines twins waited for the call from the cops. The plan was simple enough – the cops would stay in the relative perimeter of the gym, just out of sight. As soon as a suspicious figure approached, they would nab them, and place them under arrest. Dipper and Mabel were now waiting in Dipper's car, just across the street from the Sherriff and Deputy's cruiser.

The stars shone above, a beautiful and clear night. The two had informed the Mystery Shack crew of their intentions over phone. Stan had been anxious at first; bringing up the inabilities of the cops repeatedly. Mabel had been able to convince him of their safety, as she argued she could easily spot the criminals using their own eyes.

After the call, and the A-Okay from Stan, Dipper quickly asked, "Wait, you can now choose who you can look through?"

She stuck out her tongue. "Nah, I lied. I just wanted him to relax already," Mabel grinned a little too innocently at that. When she opened her eyes, she groaned and stuck out her tongue, quickly sealing her eyes shut. "Why do so many people do that in front of mirrors?"

Dipper sighed. "Man, I guess some stereotypes are here for a reason," Dipper patted his sister's shoulder as she pulled out a small note-pad, and added a tally for 'dancing naked'. On the paper was also 'picking noses', which was the reigning champion, 'staring at a mirror with creepy intensity', and a few more innocent ones, such as eating, chatting, or reading a book, which only had one tally.

"At this rate I'll know what everyone in Gravity Falls looks like under their clothes," Mabel groaned and sunk into her seat, "that's not a responsibility my youthful soul can take."

"I know how you feel," Dipper added with a tone of accusation, adjusting himself in his seat. Mabel gave him a tiny glare. It hadn't been her fault that she needed to change into her sleepwear that night, and he just decided to waltz right in. She jabbed a finger into his shoulder.

"Bub, not my problem you can't learn to knock," she retorted in a tough, gruff voice.

Dipper chuckled and rolled his eyes. Then his body tensed up. "Mabel, look," he pointed across the street.

She didn't need her nutty vision abilities to see what he was talking about. A tall man, with a dirty button up shirt and vest, skulked down the sidewalk, carrying with him a small metal case. He was extremely nervous looking; glancing up and down the street repeatedly. He wore a bandanna around his mouth, supposedly to hide his identity. Defeating this purpose, he then removed it and sighed, wiping off sweat on his cheeks.

Dipper turned to Mabel. "Our crook of the evening?" Dipper asked his sister.

Mabel grinned: this was it. She had seen that man from a totally different perspective, but she had seen him before.

They watched him approach, dropping his bag right for the door. He glanced once more around, and quickly reached into the bag and grabbed a pair of lock picks. The instant he turned to the doors again, the lights went from night to day.

"Freeze! Hands in the air!" came the cry of literally the entire Gravity Falls police department. Ten police cruisers, all hiding nearby came rushing out of their spots, their sirens and lights blaring as the robber froze, his eyes so wide that the twins could see the reflections of the entire scene from his pupils.

"Breaking and entering with the intent of theft," Sherriff Blubs stated as he and the Deputy got out of their cars.

Dipper and Mabel followed suit. "Looks like the Hot-Grip gym can sleep well tonight," Dipper grinned as the he and Mabel walked with the Sherriff towards the crook, now being handcuffed as he stared around in awe, "because we caught this guy red-handed."

"Uugghh," the crook groaned and looked like he wanted to just die on the spot at Dipper's lame pun.

The Sherriff turned to the twins. "I wasn't too sure about this, you know," Sherriff Blubs admitted, adjusting his thick sunglasses, "I'm almost inclined to ask how you knew. The time and place was perfect."

"But who cares!" Deputy Durland ran over, hooting loudly as he shot his hands into the air, "we bagged a baddy! Woohoo!"

"Maybe you guys should know then," Dipper leaned in to the two, and Mabel followed suit, as he added, "a little secret we have."

Mabel smirked eagerly. "He's just the first one," Mabel told them as the cops leaned towards the twins, "there are going to be more of these throughout the week!"

The two cops gave each other a glance. No look between the twins was needed for them to know they shared thoughts. These two bumbling policemen had what was probably the first real case in a long, long time. Instead of having to clean up the mess and look macho enough to 'scare away the thieves', they had the opportunity to really catch them – and Mabel was their key. It didn't take half a brain to know these guys would be using Mabels great 'advice' for a bit.

The next four days were a blur of excitement and drama. Fortunately, the drama was not centered around the lives of the Pines twins. Instead, their growing status as pro-gang busters caused the stir.

Mabel would lay in awake, later than she usually would. She would blink again and again, looking for that same room with the gravity falls map laid out. Through time and patience, Mabel would eventually find that mapped out table. Each time she found it, there would be one less person there looking over a new plan of action. With the help of her brother, she would record the new plan, and instantly report it to the police, who would lay in wait for the coming thief.

Each day heralded a new gang member to be locked in jail. It was a success that no one in Gravity Falls questioned. The fact that the Gravity Falls Police Force were able to do what other towns had not was powerful bragging rights. They would not dare tarnish the chance for glory. The town pride grew more and more each day, and the fame of a young teenager with a big bright smile and silly sweaters grew just as much.

Four days after the first criminal had been capture was the last day of the Gang's plans, Mabel sat on her porch. She sat next to Grenda and Candy Chiu, as she blinked rapidly. Each time was someone new, yet she couldn't find the correct location.

"I'm not finding it," she huffed, moodily putting her chin in her hands. She blinked again, and groaned. "Still not there! I can find the four baddies that were already caught! But the last one isn't hanging around that room anymore. I can't tell where he is," she grumbled.

Candy suggested, "Maybe he has found an anti-magic charm."

Grenda's eyes grew wide. "Or maybe he is magical, and he's onto you," Grenda gasped, her hypothesis giving her a moment of panic, "we better be ready for action!" she reached behind the outdoor couch on the porch, and withdrew a baseball bat.

"Guys, it's okay," Mabel told her newly reconnected friends, "sometimes it can take a while for the ol' Mabel super-senses to find the right person," she explained as Dipper walked out of the Mystery Shack, carrying a six-pack of Pitt-cola.

Dipper approached the three, tearing can after can from the pack. "You mean for the Pixie to let you see the right person," Dipper corrected her as he handed a soda to each of them before opening his own, "that thing is really the hero here."

Mabel eyed him. "But if it wasn't for me having swallowed it," Mabel debated with a happy grin, "it couldn't have told us anything to begin! All because of moi!"

"You accidentally swallowed it," Dipper pointed out, "and then spent a minute trying to claw it out of your neck."

She nodded. "It tasted funny," Mabel remembered earnestly.

Candy eagerly looked to Mabel. "Did it taste like sparkles?" Candy asked as she adjusted her glasses, "if there is someone I know who can tell the difference between sparkles and fairy creatures, it would be you."

Mabel pondered. "Umm... not really?" Mabel tried, scratching her head with her empty hand, "kind of hard to explain how it tastes... you know that flavor in your mouth after you sleep too long? If you spray some nice perfume on that, but take away the flowery smell, that's what it tasted like."

"I'd totally eat a pixie," Grenda said after swigging some of the soda, "I've eaten worse tasting stuff than that!"

"I didn't eat it!" Mabel declared quickly, worried she was giving the wrong impression, "I just swallowed. Apparently, it's just sort of stuck in my throat. Somewhere down here," she looked down to her belly, poking it with interest, "a savior rests."

Dipper frowned. "That really doesn't look right Mabel," Dipper commented, leaning away from his sister as she rubbed her belly with glee, a wide smile on her face as she laughed with her two friends.

Mabel grinned to her friends and sighed. The sun was just above the tree line, and the rays of light fell easily onto the four teens. The thought passed through her head though- if she never lost this ability, she could come to accept the quirks and move past them. She could easily become, dare she even say it in her head, a super-hero; A crime fighter who scans the world through other people's eyes and finds the evil do-ers while they plan their actions. She had almost gotten used to accidentally slipping into personal moments, even the particularly embarrassing times she saw people she really knew. What would be the next step in this ability?

The young twin girl sighed as she leaned back. A small breeze passed the four of them, gently swaying their hair. Mabel smiled, feeling the cool air and the warm sun. It was a great day. Then, at the edge of her vision, she spotted something small. She had to push her hair aside to catch a glimpse of something glowing near the woods. A trio of small lights were bobbing out of the woods, letting off a trail of tiny fading sparkles. Mabel gasped and her hand raised to point at the image.

"Guys! Look!" Mabel uttered, the breath leaving her as the creatures glided closer. The three others gasped, and Dipper stood up quickly, pulling his sister up with him. "What?" she asked him indignantly.

Dipper looked to her, and back to the orbs. "Fairies," he declared.

The three spheres of light had left the woods when the first bobbing ball of sky blue color stopped. The three lights huddled closer for a moment, and there was a flash of light bright enough for the four teens to shield their eyes. Dipper and Mable clutched at each other tightly, worriedly looking ahead as they were mirrored by Grenda and Candy, who had yet to stand.

Where once the lights shone, three human-sized creatures with tall, pointed ears and sparkling wings now stood before them. The closest to them was dressed very formally, wearing a dark blue suit with matching dress pants. He adjusted his tie and took a step closer as he cleared his throat. He reached inside his jacket, and withdrew a small card, just enough for them to read a name and title.

"Twinkle-Moon, Attorney of Fairy-Xenocreature law," the well-groomed blonde man spoke with a firm voice of authority. He stole attention, and walked with purpose and poise. He then asked, "I am looking for the human girl who goes by the name 'Mabel Pines'," he asked after reading a small flash-card, "Which of you would be her?"

A stunned silence had fallen after the 'Fairy Lawyer' spoke. The three who were not Mabel had impulsively turned to look at the girl. Mabel's eyes sparkled as she beheld the beautiful man-sized fairy before her. Her mind was in complete shock. Three beautiful, sparkling people with wings that seemed to glisten with transparent beauty, asking for her? The closest two had large wings resembling those on a dragonfly, and the other behind them had wings like a moth. She couldn't process what the man had just demanded, and she made a step forward, like she was in a dream.

Dipper's hand shot out before her. "Whoa, hold on a second," Dipper's voice stated, and Mabel felt herself being pulled back to. She shook her head as he continued, "what do you want with her?" he demanded.

"Our concerns are with the human being Mabel Pines," the second man-sized fairy stated, also in a suit, but with short dark hair that seemed to naturally spike around him like a wild mane, "unless you are... Mabel?" he asked, leaning closer to examine Dipper.

Dipper blushed. "I'm not a girl!" Dipper protested as Grenda and Candy giggled.

"Mabel is a female name to humans?" the second fairy leaned back, looking to the blond fairy, "their names sound so masculine... I don't understand-"

The moth-winged woman behind the first two snapped, "We're getting off topic!"

Mabel bent slightly to the side, to better get a look at the woman hiding in the back. She was positively adorable- wavy light brown hair with large blue eyes, a soft face that spoke of youth and energy. As soon as Mabel laid eyes on her, the Fairy sent a positively venomous glare.

The first fairy cleared his throat. "Right," the blond nodded, "Mabel Pines?" he stepped closer, towering over them all. "Please identify yourself."

"You first," Grenda stated back clearly not as entranced. Mabel, had gone right back to bewitched; holding her hands to her cheeks as she stared into the man's endlessly shimmering eyes.

The blond fairy grumbled. "I already – oh, very well," the man leaned back, scratching his head, which produced a small shimmer of excess sparkles, and Mabel cooed in delight. He nodded to them once more, and said, "I am Twinkle-Moon, Fairy-Xenocreature Attorney of Law. This is Miss Jingle-Blossom," he indicated behind him with one hand towards the woman, "and this is my Fairy Partner Lawyer," he turned again, but now to the other man, "Bob."

Dipper scoffed. "Bob?" Dipper asked, sizing up the fairy in question, who scowled at the mention of his name, "You're a fairy with the name Bob?"

Bob the fairy looked away. "My parents weren't... feeling creative when they enchanted me to life," he growled just above his breath.

Mabel finally chirped to life. "I like it!" Mabel declared in a pitch a little too high for her normal voice, "Bob is a lovely name."

The Fae exchanged glances, uncertain to Mabel's genuine attitude. Dipper gave her a single uncertain glance and rolled his eyes while he huffed out a tense sigh. His sister was practically shooting hearts out of her eyes at the sight of these two men. Dipper could almost feel her heartbeat as she dreamily stared at the two men before her.

Dipper took a good look at the two gentlemen before him. "So, you're saying you're a Lawyer?" Dipper asked after a moment of letting his sister stare at them without interruption.

The Fairy who identified as Twinkle-Moon laughed. "Of course. All civilized creatures have laws, and those laws need interpreting," Twinkle-Moon said, motioning to Bob the Fairy for a bag he hung over his shoulder, "I specialize in cases that involve non-fairy laws."

Mabel stirred a little in her 'pretty-boy' vision. "Non-fairy law?" Mabel asked as Twinkle-Moon pulled out a large leather binder of bright pastel colors.

The leader of the three nodded. "That's right. Now, can I assume you are Mabel? Miss Mabel Pines?" Twinkle Moon asked, putting on half-rim spectacles as he looked down to the binder he opened.

"I... yes," Mabel nodded, biting her lip a little as she stepped closer. It was as if each step she took removed her inability to breath a little more. She had imagined that human beings could be beautiful, but the perfection this Fairy man had in his face, angular yet not pointed chin and soft eyebrows that contoured his face amazingly. It was androgyny at its greatest.

He nodded with a curt smile. "Excellent. Mabel Pines, as in accordance to human law," Twinkle-Moon stated officially as he read a page from the binder, "you are held accountable for the theft of the un-living child of Jingle-Blossom, and in accordance to fairy law-"

"Whoa!" Mabel held her hands up and stepped back, "Theft?"

Behind the two men, Jingle-Blossom angrily added, "Kidnapping."

"Kidnapping!?" The other three teenagers gasped.

"-You are held accountable for kidnapping of said un-enchanted life child of Jingle-Blossom; the misuse of Fairy property, the aforementioned unenhanced child of Jingle-Blossom; the ransoming of said property-"

"Ransoming!?" Mabel shouted as the list grew worse and worse, "I didn't ransom anything! I haven't asked anyone for anything!"

Bob the Fairy shook his head. "According to Fae-dar, our Fae-ability detection tools," he answered for his partner, reading from the opened binder, "You have used abilities granted to you by the pixie belonging to Jingle-Blossom upon multiple occasion. This mistreatment of the pixie is a serious act of boasting, and is seen by Jingle-Blossom," Bob pointed to the fuming woman-fairy behind him, "as a means to demand action from her."

"In total," Twinkle-Moon said loudly, bringing the attention of all to him again, "Mabel Pines, you have committed several acts of aggression and hostile actions against Jingle-Blossom's child. In this regard, Fairy law clearly states that you are in her hands for judgment," Twinkle-Moon pointed to the woman behind him, who had just cracked a tiny, vengeful smile at Mabel.

A cold shiver went down Mabel's back. She gulped. That wasn't a look she wanted from a fairy. "Uh," Mabel nervously chuckled, "But I do believe in fairies, so I'm on your side?" she timidly asked. The three Fae creatures gave her a stony look. Mabel sighed, "Dang. Can't blame a girl for trying."

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Fairies. You never know what to expect from the buggers- one moment they're twinkling around you talking about flowers and stuff, and the next they want to take your teeth way! The heck's with that!?

I've got a little surprise for you all: A minor non-human character from the Season 1 of the show will be making an appearance in part two! I would love to hear a guess or two as to who's going to make it into the story of Mabel and her gift of extra-extra sensory perception. Which was a possible name for this episodes title, but I digress.

First chapter with major, major points of view from Mabel! How'd you like it, guys? More? Less? Increase speed to warp eight? Lemme know! :)

Anyways, seeya guys next- (there is a strange pulse of light that passes through the entire dorm, and suddenly nothing is tethered to gravity, including EZB) Oh crud! (EZB and the contents of his room start floating around) Oh... you know, this isn't so bad.

(a large brown bear, aware of the change in gravitation forces, lunges through the window and attacks EZB, and begins mauling him) AH! OKAY! THIS IS BAD! OW! VERY BAD! OW!