You were expecting me post a song, yeah? Well too bad, the only thing I've listened to for weeks are Minecraft parodies. So I'm outa songs.
So I'll list a random one.
Song: Dust to Dust by The Civil Wars

Sooooooo, I was bored. People on Wattpad stopped commenting on stuff cause I was only replying to comments, not updating stuff anymore.
So I'm updating early.
Again.
Dang it. You guys figured out the secret to getting early updates.

So, nothing will happen this chapter. Other then a few days leap from last chapter to now.
Nothing at aaaalllllll...

Look! A derpy whale!
0___________O
*whispers* it likes you.

Also, the functions of the hospital that Mabel's in may be off because I've never actually been in one. Well, I have, I just remember none of it. So yeah, sorry? Not?

And look! More words!
AKA the story:

Mabel had been waiting impatiently for what seemed like hours. In fact, it had only been a few minutes, but she'd been alone, sitting on the edge of her hospital bed the whole time.

Maybe if she had slept in like the nurse had told her, then she wouldn't have been up so long, waiting. Instead, Mabel had gotten the news that they were finally letting her go home, and she had found it impossible to rest. She couldn't wait to go see Ford.

According to Stan, his brother had been so caught up in taking care of the issues that had arisen, that he hadn't had time to visit Mabel. She didn't really blame him. If everything she had heard the doctors and nurses mumbling about was true, then the world was seriously in trouble. She couldn't help but wonder where Dipper was for all of this.

It didn't matter how many negative things Stan would tell her about her brother. It didn't matter if she had summoned Dipper and ended up in the hospital. He was her family. Her brother.

She looked up as the door to her room opened. A nurse walked in, she was holding a clipboard and smiling brightly.

"I see your awake!" The lady said brightly. "That's great, because guess who gets to go home today?"

Mabel tried not to frown. Did the nurse think that she was stupid? Of course she knew that she was going back home, why else would she be awake?

The nurse laughed. "I see that your excited! I think everyone here is, actually, most everyone has heard about you and your perfect little recovery. You must be proud, right?"

"Um, sure." Mabel said. She felt incredibly awkward. Maybe if the lady wouldn't treat her like a three year old, she would be more enthusiastic.

The nurse seemed happy with her response however, and she said that Mabel had some clothes in the bathroom to change into. She gave her a tight smile as she left the room.

Mabel got up and went to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror for a while, even after a week, she still looked haggard and tired. To be fair, she had been stabbed with a knife.

When she finally finished changing into her fluffy pink sweater, which was actually very difficult, seeing as how everything hurt, she left the bathroom. Stan was waiting for her outside of her room.

"Hey Grunkle Stan." Mabel said.

He looked up. For a moment, his eyes seemed watery. "Mabel! Kid! How have you been?"

"Uh, I've been in a hospital for a few weeks?"

He laughed. "Good point there." Then he placed a hand on her shoulder, suddenly much more serious. "We should probably be getting home."

"Did something happen?" Mabel asked, confused by his change of emotion.

"No. But we need to get home." Stan said. "Ford has some... Questions."

"Oh. Okay."

"Nothing too bad I don't think, so don't sweat over it kid." He said, leading the way down the halls of the hospital.

Mabel was really starting to hate the color white. Everything in the hospital was white. All sterile and clean, smelling weird. She'd been staring at it for the week that she'd been awake, and she'd been there over three weeks other than that.

A few corners later, and they finally found the entry area. Stan signed off a few papers.

There were a few moments where the person at the desk would ask about parents and who she lived with. Stan would always drop to a small volume, and Mabel never managed to catch what they were saying.

As they left the hospital, she caught the lady at the desk giving her a sympathetic look. Mabel was starting to wonder why everyone had been acting so weird lately. Dodging questions, or answering a question with another question. Something was off.

However, she decided to let it slide. They probably were waiting to tell her something important, and wanted to be home for it. Whatever it was though, Mabel hoped that it wasn't too terrible.

Stan had lead them to the old truck that he had had around somewhere, Mabel was surprised that it still worked, and stared to drive them back to the Shack. The ride wasn't very long, but it was quiet. Neither of them were really up to chatting about anything.

When they finally pulled up to the Shack, Mabel climbed out of the passengers seat, flattening her skirt as she stood up. Stan walked around and gave her a pat on the shoulder.

"Here was are, kiddo." Stan said. "Home sweet home. Just don't go off summoning anymore demons and it should be fine."

Mabel laughed. "Yeah, I've learned my lesson."

"Hey, I can never know with you."

Mabel laughed again, smiling widely. She started to walk up to the front door of the Shack, Stan close behind.

She winced as she climbed up the rickety few steps to the front door. Not only did her still healing scar hurt, but all of her sides did. Mabel was actually out of breath once she reached the door.

"Take it easy for a few days, got it?" Stan said in a questioning voice, even if it wasn't a question. He moved around her and opened the door, unlocking it first.

"Trust me." She said. "I will."

"Try to tell them that." Stan said.

"What?" Mabel asked.

As the door opened, Mabel was greeted with the site of Candy, Grenda, and Wendy, all of who had smiles so large that Mabel was surprised their mouths hadn't fallen off. They looked almost comical.

They didn't run up and tackle her in any hugs or anything, which would have ended badly, but it looked like they were trying not to. Candy was practically bouncing up and down, and Grenda looked like she was about to explode.

It was Wendy who first approached Mabel, bumping her lightly on the shoulder. "Hey Mabel!" She said. "We're so glad that your okay now."

"We were so worried!" Grenda chimed in. "We heard that someone stabbed you or something! Is it true?"

"Yes, tell us everything. We really want to hear about it. "Candy said, pushing up her glasses.

"Well, I don't actually remember anything." Mabel shrugged.

"How could you forget about something like that?" Grenda asked.

"I don't know. Maybe I just wanted to forget it forget it." Mabel said. "That's what the doctors said. Apparently, if you go through something, you can make yourself forget it."

"Oh." Wendy said. "Kinda like amnesia. I had this relative that hot in a car crash be time and that happened. They couldn't remember a thing afterwords."

"Aw." Candy sighed. "But at least your okay."

"Hey." Stan said, interrupting. "She's not entirely better. Kid still has about a month of taking it easy."

"It's going to be so boring." Mabel said.

"Don't worry, we'll come visit you all the time!" Grenda said

"Alright alright." Stan said suddenly. "You said your hellos."

"Come on guys." Wendy said, leading the way past the two Pines and out of the Mystery Shack. "We can wait till later to chat."

The turned back to Mabel and waved as they left and filed into the next room over. Mabel frowned once they had left. Her friends had just gotten there, why had Stan rushed them out so quickly?

"Ford needs to talk to you, remember?" Stan said. Mabel nodded. "Well, he's down in his study. Third floor. There will be something for you to eat once you get back up here."

Sighing, Mabel nodded again, finding the vending machine and inputing the code. It opened and she tried not to groan out load when she saw the stairs. This wasn't going to be very fun at all.

It took at least five minutes to get down the stairs. Mabel wanted to describe it as being the single most painful and tedious thing that she had ever done. But she finally found herself down the elevator to the third floor of the study.

Where she expected to see a room with a broken portal, there was something much different.

The original hallway was the same, still cluttered with strange machines that beeped and edited small blue and orange lights into the dark. But past that, where the room with the portal was, everything had changed.

The broken portal still sat there, but it appeared to have been been cleaned, almost with polish. The walls of the room were well lit and pinned with boards, papers, charts, the occasional sketched drawing of some sort of specimen, and pinned with newspaper articles. The floor was trashed with a few papers here and there.

In the middle of the room, there was a wooden table. It had one chair, the other five chairs were leaning against the far wall. It had one television sitting on it, turned to some news channel. There was a journal there too. Bigger than the other three, but still red.

Mabel approached it, looking at the cover. It had a strange golden embed on it. It reminded Mabel of Bill Cipher's summoning circle.

A strange star figure with bat like wings sat in the middle, and her symbol was located on the outer edge with the others. Stan's symbol was there, but the others she didn't know. Strange flames, something that almost looked like a cross, what appeared to be the moon in front of sun, and even a triangle with a small eye in its middle. Mabel didn't recognize any of those, but they felt extremely familiar.

An image flashed into her mind. A circle much like the once on the journal, but the only things different from Bill's circle where the Star in the middle and the triangle on the bottom right.

She blinked and stumbled back as the memory flashed away. Someone caught her as she started to fall back.

"Mabel?" He asked

"Ugh." She muttered. "What was that?"

"I think that circle brought back a memory of yours." He said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I think so. Thanks for catching me."

"Of course, Mabel." He said, making sure she was steady.

Ford walked around her and picked up an empty sheet of paper, rummaging around for a pencil. He finally found one in the clutter of papers.

"So Mabel." He stared. "Stan said you don't remember anything at all, right?"

"I don't." Mabel said. "But that one thing seemed familiar."

"The summoning circle?"

"Yeah. But it looked differently in the memory." Mabel said. "Why?"

Ford wrote something down, brow furrowed. "Nothing else? Really?"

"Nothing." She said.

"Okay." He said. "Now, I'm going to show you something. And I don't know what memories it might bring back, so please hang in there."

Mabel didn't like the sound of that, but she nodded anyways. Ford smiled and reached inside his trench coat for something.

She stared when he pullout something on a golden chain. It glittered almost harshly in dim blue light. A golden pendant, star shaped with two little wings. The same symbol that was on both of summoning circles.

It twisted around, still swinging from hanging in the air, and Mabel saw the rubbed off silver backing of it. Her symbol, the shooting star.

"Do you remember this?" Ford asked.

She blinked. Something hurt. It was her head. A forest. Disappointment. It didn't work. She tried agin inside. The pain went away as Mabel put a hand on her head.

"Yeah." She said. "I remember it."

"What about it?" Ford said.

"I think that it's--" Mabel stopped talking as her head felt like it was stabbed again. Her breath left her. She fell to her knees.

Her parents were dead. Everything was dark. Someone was talking. He was mad, his golden eyes seemed to melt into the air. Someone screamed. She closed her eyes, the sounds were still there. Everything was there. She couldn't see it but she could.

Blood covered the walls, people cried out in pain or bled out slowly. The rest were dead, a few were twitching. She couldn't handle it. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was just Dipper. She had summoned him to talk, not to cause something so terrible.

It was her fault. He fault that they were all trapped in a dark room with an angry demon. That they were being killed off one by one.

Something splattered her face. She didn't have to look to know it was blood. It was everywhere. There was no end. What if she was next? What would she do? Would Stan and Ford ever find out? Would her brother even care?

The noise started to die down. She cracked open an eye, she wanted to vomit. It was so terrible. Someone was standing over her. They were screaming. Mabel was too scared to say anything. As the knife came down, he was yanked back.

Gold eyes stared down at her in terror. Something was wrong. Something hurt. She couldn't register it before everything was gone and the world was blurry. He picked her up, the light changed. Two people were crouched over her.

A car, someone saying something comfortingly. A bright light. A needle. She was supposed to be asleep. She was. She couldn't recall it. But it was there. She remembered everything. And something else. Someone saying something as she slept. She was dreaming but something was wrong and they--

Mabel snapped her eyes open and shot up. At some point she must have fallen down. Ford was kneeling next to her. She took a deep breath.

"Mabel." He said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She said, more to herself than anything. "I'm fine."

"Mabel you're crying. What happened."

"Grunkle Ford." She sobbed, hugging him. "I can remember everything."

He didn't say anything back, just hugged her close. She sobbed for what seemed an eternity. There was too much that she didn't want to know. It was too terrible and she wanted the memories gone.

A noise from television startled her, and she looked up. It was blurry before she managed to blink most of the tears from her eyes.

She scrambled away from Ford and managed to lean on the table. He stood up and walked beside her.

"Where's Dipper?" She asked frantically. The television was showing a live footage thing. Flames flickered up a building, and people were running around.

"I don't know." Ford said. "But I have a terrible idea that I know exactly where he is."

"He wouldn't." Mabel said.

The heading of the live news said this:
Gravity Falls, Oregon burns! Town on fire or facing demonic attack?

"We need to find him now." Ford said, pulling Mabel away from the television.

He helped her up the stairs, and they ran and got Stan, who seemed confused, until he saw the TV in the living room with the same program on.

They ran outside, out of breath, and were greeted with heavy smoke. The sky was dark and the area towards the town was lot with fire.

"We have to stop him before the fire spreads any further." Ford said.

"But Grunkle Ford, Dipper wouldn't do this!" Mabel protested.

"Mabel!" He snapped, turning to her. "Dipper is gone! All we have is an out of control demon to deal with!"

She didn't say anything as they ran to the truck and drove into the town. They were ready to face whatever dangers were ahead, but Mabel wasn't so sure she could handle it.

Ummm... This chapter was longer than I intended.
Also, the next chapter is going to be a LOT longer... Hopefully.
Ya never know with me.

Also, only about 5 to 10 chapters of this book left! Or more. Depends how many times I change the plot.

And then we move onto book two.
Where we meet Henry.
And destroy every headcanon for the Transcendence AU ever.
So look forward to that.

And remember to tell me what you think so far! :P

Name this dot:       .
Let's bring that back.     .
Naming dots that appear in a fanfic.
It's fun.                      .
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I just realized that those dots kinda form the Big Dipper. Oops.

Also, thanks for all the epic questions last chapter! I love talking to all of you guys! Like seriously it's my favorite part of being on Wattpad.

So ja.
I might start a few other fanfics as this one slowly heads to its finish, and that could slow down updates a little, but this is still my top priority story, so don't worry too much!

And why are the ANs I write always so long?
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~Aza