𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕳𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 [Mabifica]

.Sounds.

NARRATOR'S P.O.V👓
On the other side of the shack, whose walls nearly shook from the horrendous roar, Dipper and Pacifica stopped searching through the lush green bushes.

"What was that?" She regrouped next to Dipper, her eyes quickly watching the tree lines  and dead pine logs. Dipper shifted on his feet.

"Maybe it was the multi-bear, someone probably said that BABBA sucks and maybe angered them." With his back against the sound's source, stepping into the bushes, Pacifica followed after.

"But that doesn't sound like him- er, well them... But that's not it, not even close."

"A Northwest distinguishing forest sounds? I thought you only knew the sounds of clinging jewels, ohh I must be dreaming." His free hand went to pinch his other arm, further proving his taunt.

Their banter was completely cut off, the sounds of smashing glass prompted the two to run towards the noise. Around the corner, glass the size of snowflakes littered the trail, the box was cushioned by the bushes.

"What was this stuff?" A broken glass was picked between Pacifica's fingers and tossed back down seconds after. To the side Dipper reached for the box to read the label, if it even had one.

"It's Stan's old knick-knacks. What are they doing out here? " A loud screech made the blonde jump, next to her, Gomper's bleat echoed within the bucket stuck to his horn. The Pitt-Cola cans began to stir and clink together, shifting their gaze to the overhang on the shack.

Mabel slowly peaks her head out, her hands gripping the edges and showing her upper face. The brunette asked about their whereabouts seeing as it was hot outside, and Stanford had finally fixed the ac.

Her brother and friend stayed quiet, sporting a look of shock, it was the first time Mabel had spoken to them, without freaking out of course.

"Hey Mabel! Do you know what-"

"Are, are you talking to us?." Pacifica budged in quickly, looking around for another person aside from her and Dipper.

"Wow, how rude of you Paz, interrupting me and Gomper's conversation," Without a second thought, Mabel sat on the edge and slid down, landing on her hands and feet. Walking over to pet the goat on its head, "I'm joking, he has his husband Waddles to talk to."

Dipper choked out a grunt, he had remembered Mabel's beloved pig had run off somewhere. Since the noise caught his attention, he completely forgot. Separate pairs of footsteps grew closer to the kids, coming from the corner came Grenda, Candy shortly behind.

"The Gnome Tavern said they didn't see Waddles nearby," The masculine-voiced girl spoke, "did you guys have any luck finding him?" Pacifica mutely face palmed, her search partner Dipper made gestures signaling Grenda to stop talking. She was clueless about Mabel's presence who was not that far from Candy.

"I'm sorry, did you guys say that Waddles is missing-" Dirt flung from the ground as the Pines girl was tackled down by her two best friends. They were glad she was doing okay, as Mabel had not said a single word to them, or anyone for that matter.

The incoherent rambling and relieved praise was watched awkwardly by Dipper and Pacifica. "We thought the ghost had possessed you, I thought of exercising the ghost. But they already had another plan." Candy implied, briefly explaining what her plan was all the while Grenda nodded accordingly, the brunette visibly twitched, thankful she wasn't actually possessed.