Oct 1, 2015
"Sweet little Mabel! How are ya!"
Mabel drew back from him. “Worse now that you’re here.” she said.
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"Sweet little Mabel! How are ya!"
Mabel drew back from him. “Worse now that you’re here.” she said.
[bill-yourworstnightmare-cipher, alcoholicscientist, ask-dipper-pines-stuff, teampersonality, wendythelumberjackgal - We’re basically making our own multiverse with this group/joint roleplay storyline and I’m loving that.]
[Do any Mabels and Stanleys rp with bill-yourworstnightmare-cipher? Cause we got this really awesome storyline rp going on with me, alcoholicscientist and ask-dipper-pines-stuff and it’s pretty obvious that they’ll be brought into it.]
"Fordie! Ya miss me?!"
“After what you did last time?! You messed with my mind, Bill! You made me think I was going insane! What makes you think I’d ever miss you?!”
"Your grandpa is such a cold man. 30 years in hell has changed him more than you know toots~ He's not the loving granddaddy you think. Oh no. In fact. He's more like me than he'd like to admit!"
"No, you're lying. He's great and if he has any problems, they're your fault. You were the one who trapped him in the first place!"
Somniphobia
Mabel had not wanted to go to sleep again, after her last encounter with Bill. She had tried Mabel Juice, and distracted herself with crafts and knitting and some reading even. But, she could only stave off sleep for so long. After about 2 days of no sleep, she dozed off on the couch, falling into her dreamscape.
Just a Nightmare
Mabel opened her eyes and sat up with a gasp. She was drenched in sweat and her heart was pounding. Her blankets were nearly kicked off the bed and she'd dropped her stuffed animal off the side of the bed. Blindly, she reached for him (It was Mr. Panda tonight). After some groping, she found a leg and pulled him into her arms. She hugged him tightly, the images of her dreams flashing through her mind. The Shack, slowly filling up with water- or was it blood? And she tried to climb higher up, up to the attic, but the liquid kept rising and she was cornered and-
Mabel took a deep breath, shaking herself out of the dream memories. They were already fading, like other dreams. It was just a nightmare. She was fine. Sitting with her knees up and her arms around a stuffed panda, she meowed quietly, calming herself down.