AN: GUESS WHO'S BACK?!

I'M BACK AND I'M PROUD!

Hey guys! After the long hiatus, I am back with S3!

Keep your theories ready peeps! You're gonna need them!

I also went and got rid of some typos, added bold and italics to chapters that were lacking, though if there is anymore, please let me know!

I'll make a list of all the OCs soon enough, but chapter first!

Chapter Forty-Seven: Heart, Heart, Head

Arnold Evergreen crossed his legs and sipped from his coffee.

Ah, peace and quiet, no Violet and Vale. No Penelope shouting...

Penelope shrieked from her room.

Arnold sighed. He just had to think too soon.

Penelope stormed down the steps, clenched in her fists was a newspaper. She showed to her father, tears ruining her mascara.

Arnold quirked an eyebrow and read the front page:

MATTHEW PINES' GIRLFRIEND CONFIRMED! (See full story on pg. 3)

Below was a picture with Wendy and Matthew smiling and holding hands, one of Matthew's hands placed gently on Wendy's bulging stomach.

Penelope furiously opened to page three and showed it to her father again, sniffing and dramatically wiping away her tears.

Arnold's eyebrows shot up. "A child?" He mused.

"He's getting a family!" Penelope shrieked. "With that...that...WENDY CORDUROY! It isn't fair, Daddy! It should be me with him! ME!"

Arnold sighed and took his sobbing daughter's hand.

"Didn't I tell you I'd take care of it, Baby Cakes?" Arnold asked.

"Y-yes but..."

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course!"

"If you can trust me, dear, then you can trust that before this summer is over, Matthew Pines will be your man."

Penelope sniffed and smiled lightly.

"You're right," Penelope smiled. She straightened her shoulders and smirked. "Who's going to stop me from getting Mattie anyway?"

...M-A-B-E-L...

Mabel looked at the headband warily, a tiny frown on her face.

How do I use it anyway? Is it like Gideon's? She thought to herself.

The door opened.

"Hey, Marbles," Matthew said. "I'm going to visit Wendy you wanna...what's that?"

Mabel looked up and hid the headband behind her back. "Nothing!"

Matthew frowned and crooked his index finger. Mabel yelped in surprise when the headband zoomed into Matthew's waiting hand.

"Matthew!" Mabel cried indignantly as her brother squinted at the object with a furrowed brow.

"Where'd you get this from?" Matthew demanded finally, frowning at his sister.

"I found it!" Mabel lied, getting up and scowling back.

"Marbles, you do know this is dangerous, right?"

"Like you don't have dangerous thingies with you," Mabel crabbed.

Matthew's thoughts went to the Chronicle he still carried with him. He finally sighed and shook his head. "Magic isn't made for mortals, Mabel. Using it can really mess you up."

"But, Matt...!" Mabel gasped when Matthew shattered the gem with a flick of his wrist.

"For your own good," Matthew murmured.

"Yeesh, since when were you daddy 2.0?" Mabel grumbled. "And besides," she continued, "How is Magic going to 'mess me up?' I've used Gideon's amulet before, and Gideon used it too—."

"Mabel, promise you won't try something like this again?"

Mabel huffed and crossed her arms. "Fiiiiiiiiiiine."

"Good. Now!" Matthew grinned as if their previous argument hadn't happened. "Are you coming with me to Wendy's?"

"I'll just stay here...Dipper seems a tad out of it still," Mabel mumbled.

Matthew flinched. Of course, he was still traumatized. Matthew had broken the news about the Pines Parents. Being kidnapped by his brother's one-hundred-fifty-year-old ex-girlfriend was one thing, knowing his parents where in just as bad if not worse condition than Stan was quite another.

"And," Mabel added. "I gotta order some more pink balloons."

"They let a twelve-year-old order stuff?" Matthew asked.

"It's Gravity Falls bro-bro!" Mabel pointed out.

"Good point," Matthew muttered. "Okay! Later."

The door closed as Matthew left.

"What a killjoy."

Mabel shrieked in surprise and fell off her bed coming face to face with Damion.

"D-D-D—."

"Damion. Come on, it's not that hard!" Damion said with a scowl.

"What do you want?" Mabel said getting up.

"Seems like the gem won't work out, plan B then!" Damion clapped his hands together, when he parted them there was a small pink bow barrette in his palm.

For some odd reason, it looked familiar.

"What's that?" Mabel murmured.

"Plan B," Damion smiled. "This was inspired by your past life."

"My past life...?" Mabel frowned just as Damion placed a finger on her forehead.

Mabel gasped as memories slammed into her brain at top speed.

"Dream Bubble..." She whispered. "Mabel Land...?"

"Yes," Damion's smile broadened. "Yes, yes. It was a world made by Bill Cipher, using your emotions hopes and dreams to create something...wonderful."

Mabel glanced at the bow in Damion's palm once more now that she remembered, it looked a lot like the design for her Dream Bubble; the dark magenta colour with a brighter magenta moving through it like spider webs or cracks. A shooting star symbol in the centre.

She didn't remember much, but she knew that place scared her and she didn't know if she wanted this "Plan B".

"Uh...you know what? I don't think..."

"You want to save your brother, don't you?" Damion said in a hushed voice.

"Ah well…Matt said it'll mess me up—."

"Ah, but he's part mortal, isn't he not? He uses magic just fine! So am I, in this form. I've been using magic for over centuries!"

"Centuries—?"

"And, your mother uses magic quite frequently."

"Mom?"

"If it wasn't for her magic I'd have been able to contact your brother years ago when he didn't love you brats so much. But, with Ellie in danger of dying her magic doesn't work as of now," Damion smirked broadly.

Mabel wondered how anybody could talk about their dying sibling and smirk. She couldn't mull much because a second later, Damion asked, "You do know that Bill Cipher is returning, don't you?"

Mabel nodded slowly. "Y-yeah, that prophecy, right?"

"Do you really think Matthew can defeat Bill? His magic isn't even working properly; turning off and on at inconvenient times, he can't even create life forms yet. Heck! He can't even remember how to properly make a unicorn barrier!" Damion jumped off the bed, pacing around Mabel and stopped in front of her, grabbing the shooting star unicorn barrier necklace Matthew had given her.

"This hasn't been doing its job, has it?" Damion whispered, his smirk returning.

Mabel looked down at the necklace than back at her deranged uncle.

"Believe me, Mabel, by the time Bill Cipher comes, Matthew won't have any magic to fight him, he'll die loving you and your brother." Mabel's eyes widened in horror and Damion grinned. "Now, tell me, Mabel, what would you rather? Matthew dying for you? Or Matthew no longer loving you but getting a happy ending?"

Mabel opened her mouth and closed it.

"Tell you what, if you except this—," Damion held up the bow. "I'll make sure he'll still remember his love for you, wouldn't that be great?"

Mabel bit her lip and thought for a moment. Was it right to help her Crazy Uncle? Was even telling the truth?

"Even if I did say yes…" Mabel said. "How do I even use it?"

Damion smiled, this time it wasn't a creepy smile, it seemed genuine. "You're not like your twin brother, Mabel Pines, he uses his brain, you use your heart, your emotions," Damion clipped the bow in Mabel's dark hair. "We all know that emotions can be turned into magic of the strongest kind."

Damion tapped the bow. "This is just a crutch, soon you won't need it, but try it out; make things float try flying a bit. All you need to do is use this." Damion tapped Mabel's heart. "Not this." He tapped her head.

"Okay," Mabel said. "But…what am I supposed to do about Matthew?"

"Practice a bit," Damion smiled. "We'll work out the details later."

...M-A-B-E-L...

Pacifica knocked Dipper's door gently.

"Ah…Dipper?"

No answer.

She knocked a bit louder.

"Dipper?" Again, no answer.

Pacifica crossed her arms. "I know you're in there, Dork."

Again, no answer.

Pacifica groaned and stomped her foot. "I'm coming in!" She announced, before adding, "You better have some clothes on!"

She slammed open the door, finding Dipper furiously flipping through pages of his journal, mumbling under his breath, his eyes looked red and puffy.

"Dipper—."

"I'm a little busy here," Dipper mumbled in an annoyed voice.

Pacifica's eye twitched. Did he just cut me off?! NOBODY CUTS ME OFF! Pacifica marched forward and snatched the journal out of Dipper's hand.

"Hey!" He exclaimed indignantly, trying to reach for the book, though the blonde held it out of reach.

"What's so important in here that you have to act like a total…dork?"

"Well, I don't know!" Dipper said laughing bitterly, snatching back the journal. "Maybe I'm just trying to find a way to help Stan and my parents!"

Pacifica's glare softened as Dipper went back to flipping through pages. She sighed and sat beside him on the bed.

"And you didn't find anything?" She asked quietly.

Dipper shook his head in frustration. "I've looked through this over a million times yet I can't find any healing spells or anything!"

"Wait, what's that?" Pacifica pointed at a drawing of Bill.

Dipper's eyes filled with instant rage and hate. "Bill Cipher," he spat as if that were the most horrible thing in the world. "He ruined Grunkle Stan's mind, and I'll bet a million bucks he had something to do with Mom and Dad too."

"He ruined his mind…?" Pacifica said slowly.

"He's a dream demon, that's what he does."

Pacifica frowned slightly. "So, the problem with your Grunkle is psychological. Isn't there some nerd-y spell in there that puts you into people's minds?"

Dipper furrowed his brow and then gasped. "How'd I miss it before?! There is a spell!"

The boy's eyes lit up and his face broke into a large grin.

"Pacifica, you're a genius!"

"I am…? I mean, well of course I am—!"

Pacifica was cut off by a tight hug from the Pines boy before he left the room yelling. "Mabel, Matthew!"

"I was going to tell you that your lunch was getting cold…" Pacifica whispered then smiled. "But I guess neither of us care."

She got up and followed Dipper.

...M-A-B-E-L...

There were a lot of weird things in life, there were always things that happened in one's life that was weird.

So…waking up in a Victorian Mansion was one of them?

Nope. Eating lunch with a Victorian Girl topped that.

"So…" Kouri mumbled. "What am I doing here?" It was a question she had asked for the longest time.

"You're apart of my program," Clara answered simply.

Again, same answer.

Didn't want to do this but. Kouri inhaled slowly and sent her consciousness towards Clara's mind…and hit a brick wall.

"That was quite rude," Clara stated nibbling on a scone. "You're really only supposed to use telepathy with permission, didn't your parents teach you, Ms. Hunter? You're just like my little sister!"

Kouri furrowed her brow. "How do you know my—?"

"Pass the teapot, please," Clara cut the girl off.

Kouri huffed and levitated the teapot towards Clara with telekinesis, something she had been able to do since she was three.

"Very powerful telekinetic," Clara mused with a smile, pouring out her tea. "I may just have to make you the leader."

"Of what?" Kouri demanded. "You keep talking about this 'program' but what is it? What's it for?"

Clara smiled serenely but said nothing of it. Instead she replied with, "You have an event to attend, don't you?"

Kouri frowned before she gasped. That was right, the Baby Shower.

"You'll come back though, right?" Clara smiled.

Kouri scowled. "Why should I?"

Clara's fingernails clicked against the table as her smile turned into a smirk. "The Pines are currently in a coma but…that can quickly change."

Kouri's eyes widened and Clara's smirk broadened.

"I'll come back," Kouri mumbled.

"Good girl! Now, how about some more tea?"

...M-A-B-E-L...

"If there was one thing you'd want, what would it be?" Matthew asked Wendy with a tiny smile as they sat on the Corduroy couch.

"Mmm, I dunno, an engagement ring?" Wendy grinned. "Or is that too ambitious?"

"Maybe a bit," Matthew said. "I don't mind too much."

He gave the red-head a kiss on the forehead before the front door opened.

"Hey! Matthew! Long time no see!" Will said jumping up and down in excitement as he bound into the living room.

"How's it going buddy?" Matthew grinned ruffling the boy's hair.

"Hey, Matthew," Wyatt and Walter said in unison.

"Oh! That reminds me," Matthew said taking out his bookbag. "Got you guys this, Wendy told me you liked the game Holler?"

Matthew held out the video game and Will snatched it. "WHAT?! This is Holler Five!"

"That's not supposed to come out until next year!" Wyatt said in equal enthusiasm.

Matthew shrugged. "You can get a lot of things when you're rich."

Walter snatched the game from his brother and ran upstairs with Wyatt, screaming happily.

Will stayed behind for a few seconds just to say, "Wendy, MARRY HIM! He'll be the best big brother ever!" Before running after his brothers.

"So…can I get that engagement ring?" Wendy quirked an eyebrow and smirked.

"I'll think about it," Matthew said as his phone buzzed. It had been brought a few hours ago and it was rather annoying having to re-download songs and re-type contacts.

He took out his cell and frowned at the pine tree emojis followed by the initials NWM. Matthew knew what this was, it was something he'd set up with the twins recently; if one of them had something urgent to say they'd send emojis and initials of the location, for Dipper he used pine trees, Mabel used stars.

"Sorry, Wen," he mumbled. "I have to go."

"But you just got here!" Wendy objected.

"I'll see you tonight at the Baby Shower," Matthew promised giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Before running out of the living room.

"Later, Mr. Corduroy!" He called.

The man grunted in return.

Matthew took the car keys and started his Grunkle Stan's car, driving back to Northwest Manor.

He tried turning on the radio, though it didn't work.

"Stupid electricity," Matthew grumbled to himself as the Manor gates opened for him.

Before he could even stop Dipper ran towards him with an excited grin on his face. "Matthew! You're not going to believe this! Pacifica helped me out and AH! I can't believe I didn't think of this before but—!"

"Dipper," Matthew said rolling down the window. "Can you get to the point?"

"I know how to help Grunkle Stan!" Dipper cried excitedly.

Matthew's eye widened. "You do?"

Dipper nodded vigorously.

"Apparently, you need some spell to get in his mind and fix it," Pacifica said, causing Matthew to yell in surprise.

The Northwest heiress stood beside Dipper crossing her arms.

"I did not see you there."

"Story of my life," Pacifica complained.

"Where's Mabel and Ford?" Matthew asked.

"Uh, I dunno Ford's been…absent a lot and Mabel didn't pick up but, what are we waiting for?!"

Matthew could only open his mouth in surprise before the shotgun door opened and Dipper hopped in.

"Alright, alright, we're—why are you coming?" Matthew quirked an eyebrow at Pacifica who was in the back.

"Is there a problem?" She asked.

Matthew held up his hands in surrender. "It was a question."

He backed the car out and hit the gas.

"I can't believe I didn't think about that before, I only went in someone's mind once in this life and it was yours," Matthew said to Dipper.

"Wait…so we don't even need the spell?"

"What are you talking about? How did you get in Dipper's mind?!" Pacifica asked hysterically. "Is, there some beans that aren't spilling, or what?"

"Uh…mind if we explain later?" Dipper asked.

Pacifica narrowed her eyes before crossing her arms and huffing. "I hate secrets."

...M-A-B-E-L...

Mabel's phone was on a nearby snack table, so she didn't hear it buzz.

The ballroom she had booked for the party was amazing! The pink balloons were tied to tables and little weights and white streamers lined the walls, nearby was a confetti canon and in her hand, was a pink banner with the words, It's a Girl!

"Mabel Pines, you are amazing!" Mabel said grinning from ear to ear. "And to think that I did this all on my own!"

She had 900,000$ owed for everything, but her Grunkle Stan could pay, couldn't he? And if he couldn't there was the fact that her brother was a living breathing cash dispenser.

"Okay, finishing touch!" She looked around for the ladder and locating it, she climbed up the ladder right where the vintage candelabra was.

Mabel then frowned, seeing as the ceiling was a lot taller than the 15-foot-ladder.

Well, this wasn't going to work. She went to scratch her head in bewilderment and stopped when her fingers brushed against the bow Damion had given her.

Could she really use magic?

Mabel furrowed her brow and took in a deep breath. Okay, banner, float. The banner stayed in her hand.

Float! She commanded, the banner didn't budge.

"Ugh!" Mabel said angrily. "How does Matthew do it?!"

The bow became warm, and a bright pink line swept across the ladder. Mabel then yelped as the top half of the ladder slid off from the bottom half as of sliced in two.

Mabel screamed as she fell.

"No, no, no, no, NO!" she yelled.

Abruptly, she stopped falling, the floor mere inches from her hovering body, the bow glowing.

"Huh," Mabel muttered, the bow stopped glowing and Mabel fell the last few inches to the ground with an "oomph!"

She frowned. Damion said not to use my head, but my heart. She recalled with a thoughtful frown.

So…what do I do to move things?

Mabel chewed on her lip thoughtfully and directed her energy towards the fallen banner.

"Okay," she whispered. She thought of happy things, hanging out with her brothers, playing with the girls, oh! Her very first Barbie Doll!

The banner hovered a few feet into the air and Mabel squealed in excitement. She had thought right; maybe floating was akin to happiness.

She fed more happy memories into the banner and it floated higher and higher, reaching the area near the candelabra.

Mabel frowned slightly before pointing at the roll of tape, still concentrating on the banner but directing some happy energy at the new object as well.

The tape hovered as well, unrolling itself, tearing, and taping the two sides of the banner perfectly.

Mabel dropped to her knees and cancelled her concentration, panting. It was so hard and tiring…but it left a giddy feeling in her heart.

It was…interesting.

The tape roll fell on her head.

"Ow!" She yelled.

...M-A-B-E-L...

Matthew swallowed thickly as he stood by Stan's bedside next to Dipper and Pacifica, like before, his eyes gazing into nothingness.

Pacifica looked seriously disturbed, Dipper seemed to be teetering on the edge of sadness, or anger.

"Alright, I don't know what'll be in there," Matthew murmured. "And if there's something that stops you from using any mind powers or magic then, I'm not sure if I'll be able to protect you two."

"We're going…or at least I'm going," Dipper said. "Not sure about Pacifica—."

"I'm going," Pacifica said firmly, glancing nervously back at Stan's lifeless eyes.

"Okay," Matthew said. "Hold on to my arm…or something."

Dipper and Pacifica held on to Matthew's arm as the teen placed his palm on Stan's forehead.

Taking in a deep breath, Matthew pushed his consciousness into Stan's mind.

Matthew felt a tugging sensation, followed quickly after by the feeling of cold air blasting all over his face.

Matthew opened his eyes, into the black darkness hat surrounded him, looking up at all the shards of glass that seemed to be floating around. He held up his hand and the flames lit up, before dying.

"Crap," Matthew grumbled.

"Is this your uncle's mind?" Pacifica asked hugging herself. "No offence, but it's kind of…empty?" She ignored the upset look Dipper gave her.

"His mind's shattered," Matthew said as the glass continued to float through the air.

"So, we just need to put it back together, right?" Dipper said.

"That's the problem I don't know how," Matthew sighed.

"You don't?! You're more of a failure than I thought you were, Welcome Matt!"

Dipper and Matthew tensed at the familiar voice, Pacifica spun around and screamed.

Bill floated towards him, his glowing body bright against the pitch darkness, his eye crinkled in a mouthless grin as he twirled his cane.

"Bill," Dipper said with gritted teeth.

"Pine Tree! How are you, pal?!" Bill said.

"I'm not your pal!"

"What do you want?" Matthew said, stepping in front of the younger two.

"Well, just doing my job, D Man told me you'd be likely to do this and if you did I'd have to stop you, I can't kill you or trap you here for eternity, unfortunately, but…" Bill turned to Dipper and Pacifica, a sadistic gleam in his eye.

"Don't even think about it!" Matthew snapped.

"Too late! I thought it!" Bill let out a bought of shrill laughter before crooking his index finger. Dipper and Pacifica hovered in the air, screaming as they floated to Bill's side.

"Put them down, Bill," Matthew growled.

"Hmm…I'm going to have to say…NO! AHAHAHAHA!" He turned his back to Matthew and looked at the scared to death kids. Pacifica was shivering violently, as was Dipper, though he was trying to put on an intimidating face.

Judging by the look Bill wore, it wasn't working.

"Now, what to do with you two? Hmm, decisions, decisions…"

Matthew gritted his teeth, hating how useless he was. He didn't understand why his powers were being so stupid. Was it because Stan's mind was broken? But that couldn't be right, how was Bill using his magic?

"Oh, the possibilities!" Bill cackled. He then turned around to face Matthew.

"As for you…" Bill snapped his fingers and Matthew felt a tugging sensation. He opened his eyes once more; he was on the hospital floor. Next to him were the limp forms of Dipper and Pacifica.

He inhaled sharply, going back to Stan, attempting to enter his mind, to no avail.

"Damnit!" He yelled loudly.

...M-A-B-E-L...

The party music blared loudly as guests swarmed in. Mabel happily greeted guests while devouring brownies.

"Hey, Joe! You're still paying for the Mystery Shack damage!"

"Woodpecker guy! Yay!"

"Omygosh! Candy, Grenda!" Mabel hugged her two best friends.

"Hey, Mabel!" Grenda said. "How are you?!"

"I'm doing great!" Mabel grinned.

"Mabel Pines? Is that you?" A voice said.

Mabel turned to find a girl with long black hair with…glitter in it? "Ah! It is you!"

The girl ran up to Mabel, shaking her hand. "It's me! Rose! You know me?! Probably not but, My name's Rose! Rose Clement!"

"Oh! I invited you! Yup, I remember! How are you?" Mabel said politely. "And, is that glitter?"

"Yes! Yes, it is!" Rose beamed.

"She is our type of girl!" Candy grinned.

"Agreed!" Grenda said.

Rose squealed in delight.

Nearby, Wendy frowned. Where is that jerk? She thought to herself, being pulled out of her thoughts by an arm on her shoulder.

She yelped as a girl with a pixie cut beamed at her, a notepad clutched under her arm.

"Um…hey…" Wendy said awkwardly.

"You're Matthew's girlfriend, aren't you?" the girl said.

"Yes—."

"Rebecca," The girl said holding out her hand. "Big fan of Matthew's, uh, where is he by the way?"

"I don't know," Wendy answered honestly. "He's kinda late."

"Ooh, bummer, you mind if I draw a picture of how I think your future baby will look like?" Rebecca said with a grin.

"Er, sure?"

"Okay, so, I think she'd have maybe red hair, seeing as how red hair is more dominant than blonde, same with the eyes, I think they'd take more from you to be honest," Rebecca said.

Mabel walked by, talking with Rose who hung on to her every word.

"So…where's your brother?" Rose asked.

"Not sure…where's my phone?" Mabel patted her sweater pocket before running to one of the snack stands, gasping when she saw the pine tree text from Dipper…3 hours ago?

"Oh, no," she whispered. "No, no, no."

She dashed out of the ballroom.

"Mabel?" Grenda called after her, but the girl ignored her racing out the doors towards Northwest Manor.

"Hey, ladies!" Gideon walked towards the girls with a grin. "You've seen Mabel? I've got a surprise for her."

"She ran out," Candy said, in a bewildered voice.

"It wasn't…me, was it?" Rose wondered, did Mabel have in a phobia to half-demons? But that couldn't be the case…she didn't tell her anything…

Robbie glared at everything nearby. Stupid. Robbie grumbled in his brain. Why'd he even come? It was something made for Pretty Boy anyway!

"You must feel quite unlucky," a voice stated.

Robbie turned to see a handsome man smiling at him. "Seeing the girl, you love with someone else?

Robbie growled and hid under his hoodie.

"Look, walk over to her, give her a kiss," The man continued.

"Uh, what? Why?"

"Trust me."

Robbie blinked slowly. "Uh…who are you exactly?"

"Ah! How rude! Arnold Evergreen, of course!" Arnold held out his hand. "You've heard of me?"

"Uh…no?" Robbie said. "Am I supposed to?"

Arnold flinched and his smile slipped a notch.

"Don't kiss her then, walk up to her, she'll want to."

Robbie narrowed his eyes before shrugging, walking over to Wendy and Rebecca.

"…and I think she'd look like, this!" Rebecca held up a drawing of her prediction.

"That's so good!" Wendy said.

"Aw! Thank you! So, anyway, if you see Matthew, tell him I said hi, 'kay?" Rebecca said.

"Of course!" Wendy said with a smile as Rebecca went off to the snack table.

Robbie walked over to Wendy, wondering what exactly the dude was going on about wanting to but for some reason, he felt as if the dude was telling the truth.

"Hey, Wendy," Robbie said casually.

"Matthew!" Wendy said with a grin. "There are you are! I was wondering where you went."

"I'm not…what?" Robbie blinked slowly.

"Psh, come on man, what's up?" Wendy put an arm around Robbie's shoulder.

"Uh…nothing, nothing at all!" Robbie grinned. He couldn't believe it! Wendy though he was Pretty Boy! Wow.

"So, you wanna like, smooch or something?" Robbie asked.

Wendy laughed. "Do you really need to ask?" Wendy wrapped her arms around Robbie's neck and kissed him on the lips.

Robbie smiled wasn't this lucky?

Arnold stood nearby with a smirk, he turned towards his daughter and nodded. Penelope grinned.

"Say cheese!" She giggled, snapping a photo of the two.

...M-A-B-E-L...

AN: YAY I'M DONE!

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Hope you enjoyed! And don't worry! The other OCs will appear next chapter!

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