the shooting star

            […Such as how she stood at a strange, tilted angle. Her support relied heavily on one leg rather than the other, and as Dipper finally ceased his panic ever so gradually, he realized why. One of her legs — it…didn’t match the other too well. A…A prosthetic…?                    There was no way he’d been in the woods long enough for anything to happen to her — and, besides, she…she was supposed to be back at the shack, which meant — a fake? Was…was it possible that this wasn’t actually his sister — ? That might make sense — he and his twin had encountered a shapeshifter at one point, after all, so — it…wasn’t impossible.                           Yet…Dipper forced himself to sit and wait. If there was something going awry, he didn’t want to prompt something this early — he’d just…just wait and see what she’d do. And, for the moment, that…seemed like nothing. He’d have to improvise.]

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                           …What do you mean, I-I’m…not supposed to be here? I mean, I-I…                                            well…Mabel, i-is — what’s wrong?

Things here are... dangerous. There’s no electrical power. Half of the town’s gone due to monster attacks!” She paused for a second and bit her lip, “Very few people are able to come in here, and even fewer are able to make it out.” Mabel took another step forward, “Dip... how’d you get here?”

Of course, there was a need to protect him. He technically was her brother, in a sense. She couldn’t let him get lost out here, or worse. “I’ll try and help you get back, but for now, just stick with me. You don’t know this place like I do.” She knew he’d been staring at her leg, and she was still self conscious about it. “And trust me; you don’t wanna know what happened to my leg.”

They’re kinda funny like that, humans. They won’t know its a dream until you show them a snazzily dressed triangle guy. They don’t seem to notice when their eyes are closed either.

            [From all-knowing mailboxes to gnomes, manotaurs, and whatever else, the forest harbored so many mysteries that the brunet just had to wander around. Today, however, his luck seemed to be running short; the most supernatural thing he’d encountered so far was a batch of small traps, as though somebody had been setting up to catch a specific sort of tiny prey. While that was bizarre, it wasn’t the sort of “thrill” that Dipper had been seeking upon his little trek into the forest. Why was it that, any other day, paranormal occurrences would flock to him as though they were sheep being drawn to a shepard?]

                [Eventually, on the brink of giving up and just taking a seat on a nearby log, Dipper heard a noise — someone, or something, going through the woods. The very thing that he’d been hoping for! Quickly, the brunet swiveled toward the direction of the source of the crackling; only to realize that it was his sister. Before easing up, however, he tensed up even more — his own sister was aiming at him as though he was a rabid animal, and though she lowered her weapon ever so slightly, she was still — oh, god, she was ready to fire. He — he had to calm her down, o-or something, right?]

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                          W-Whoa — M-Mabel, just — just, calm down, alright? It’s — it’s just me! What…what are you doing back here — ? I-I mean, I thought you were back at the shack —

Was this a trick of the mind? This wasn’t her brother. Maybe there was some sort of reality tear or something...? Either way, she couldn’t find it in herself to fire the arrow. She placed her weapon down and slowly stood up. She studied Dipper closely; he could be some sort of shapeshifter. But...

“... Dipper.” This was bizarre. Immediately feeling self conscious, she glanced down at her prosthetic then looked away, heat rushing to her cheeks. This was some other Dipper, from a different Gravity Falls. Didn’t mean she wouldn’t care about him less, really. Though she was afraid of how he’d react once he spotted her prosthetic.