" The number three has always had a powerful meaning. Such as the birth-life-death cycle, the mind-body-soul connection, or my favorite, air, water, earth, fire. Wait that's four? Who the hell made that quote?" - Unknown
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The sound of pages being flipped rippled out, as Dipper aimlessly turned the journal while sitting at his desk. He had been looking at the journal for almost two hours, and yet, he had found nothing of significance.
" Could whoever wrote this stupid thing make it any more simpler? " Said Dipper madly slamming the heels of his feet against the wooden board supporting his mattress, before, taking a single breath and standing up from his bed.
He walked towards the stairs, the wooden boards underneath him creaking with each step but following right behind these steps, thoughts flooded Dipper's mind, and mumbles escaped his slightly cracked lips. " I need to convince that man, to tell me what this journal means... " Dipper paused his mumbling, reaching the stairs, and slowly walking down them. " But how can I do that? I don't know anything about him, except that he just arrived here. Which I think is true, because even Wendy and Soos didn't recognize him. I need to find a way to... "
Before Dipper could finish his mumbling the sound of a loud bang rippled out downstairs, shocking Dipper who quickly rushed downstairs only to see something that shocked him to his very core.
Laying there covered in blood was Mabel, her body was lying next to the couch, instantly Dipper's heart sank, as he dashed towards Mabel's corpse sliding next to her, grabbing onto her, his eyes dilated, and seconds passed of silence. These mere seconds of silence felt like years to Dipper. But unexpectedly, the sound of laughter rippled out of Mabel's body.
As she slowly sat back up, with tears in her eyes. " I really got you Dipper. " Said Mabel, as Waddle stumbled towards her and began to lick the "blood" off her clothes and body. " It's just tomato soup. "
When Mabel did this prank, she entirely expected Dipper to scold or yell at her. Which was something she wanted. For the past few days, to Mabel it felt like Dipper was getting more and more distant, becoming more focused on the journal. She had hoped Dipper would pay more attention to her after this prank and yet Dipper didn't respond to her and simply mumbled under his breath.
" Trick him. " When Dipper said this a confused look appeared on Mabel's face before she spoke while grabbing onto Waddles. " What you say, Dipper? "
" Huh? Nothing, just talking to myself. "...
As this was happening inside the dense forest, was Dale. Aimlessly sitting on a tree glancing at the large bold mystery shack letters, roughly a mile away. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves next to Dale, swaying his hair as he let out a sigh and spoke.
" They still haven't left the shack. Which is good I guess, but still it's hella boring. I wish I knew where everything was. I would go to the UFO, but I can't remember where the hell it's at. " Dale began to tap the branch under him, his mind going into deep thought.
Never once did Dale think he would ever be put into a cartoon, and worst of all, it's not a cartoon where he could just sit on his ass all day. Dale let out a low grumble until he sighed, closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath.
And that's when Dale heard it, the sound of footsteps underneath him. Confused, Dale glance down from the tree he was sitting on, locking onto a tubby man wearing a gray jumpsuit and goggles. The man took a few steps forward before speaking in a high-pitched voice.
" Tsk, Messing With Time Is Simply Prohibited. Whenever I find out who doing it, I'll...I'll get them for sure. " As soon as Dale saw this man, his eyes widened, and he quickly stood up on the branch and began to walk across it, mumbling to himself.
" Why the hell is he here? Did me, appearing cause a disturbance to the timeline? I guess that does make sense. " Dale slowly began to climb down from the tree as Blendin continued to speak to himself.
" I'll make sure to do it quickly too. I'll get them in no time. " Dale glanced at Blendin confused about why he was trying to encourage himself, as he let go from the tree, softly landing on the grass and backpedaling from Blendin who continued to speak to himself.
" I'll get him for sure...For sure. "...