Mabel’s Personal Diary
June 13, 2022 Oh man, what a day. I didn’t think my psychology exam would be that hard after the all night study sesh I went through. But that alone just made me feel like BLAHH. Thankfully, Pacifica had a plan to take the pressure away: a night of karaoke. There was a karaoke club that we loved to frequent, especially after long and stressful days like this. It was the perfect place to unwind and just have some fun. Plus, along with us getting to sing, we get to hear some really good original songs from other people. One time, we saw a pair of girls perform a song about living in a world of frog people. Something about it still sticks with me for some reason. It’s nights like these that take me back to when Dipper, Stan, and I had our own karaoke group, Love Patrol Alpha! Sure, we’re not using our singing to battle an army of undead zombies, but I still get that same rush, especially when Pacifica and I sing that same song, T8king Over Midnight by &Ndra. It isn’t as popular as it was ten years ago, but for me, it’s never lost that punch. I could tell that Pacifica wasn’t too into the song, but she was going along with it to make me happy. I often forget how much she’s changed over the past decade. It’s hard to believe that she’s the same girl who used to be my arch enemy when we first met. Ever since that summer, she’s become more mellow, more go with the flow, and definitely less selfish. She doesn’t come off as the spoiled rich girl she originally was. After we sung our hearts out, we got caught up with a group of classmates. We spent hours talking about various things before one of them decided to show us a video. It was the latest episode of the web series The Dark and Twisted Puppet Musical Show, where each episode starts as an educational show with puppet characters before slowly revealing a creepy and conflicting twist. This particular episode followed the characters on a camping trip and learning about forest fires from their own camp fire. It was funny, if a bit off putting when the world started burning around them. But there was something that caught my eye, something in the background while the puppets tried to escape the blaze. It was one particular character: a pyramid with one eye and a top hat. He looked almost uncannily like that jerk Bill Cipher. I don’t think it it was intentional. I mean, how could a pair of British filmmakers possibly know about him. But still, it seemed rather strange, especially since it’s been ten years since we defeated him. This was the only thing I could think about, to the point where I basically tuned out everything else. It wasn’t until Pacifica grabbed my attention that I finally snapped back. By then, it was time to head back to our dorm. I didn’t tell her about what I was thinking. Most likely it was just a weird coincidence and nothing will come of it, and I just needed to sleep after the day I had. June 14, 2022 Or maybe it wasn’t a coincidence. Last night, I had a really weird dream. I found myself back at the Mystery Shack, though it looked like how it did when we went into Grunkle Stan’s brain that one time. I tried to go inside, but the front door was locked. I was alone, but had that feeling like I wasn’t. It was like something was staring at me from the grey and distorted woods. I was trapped there for what felt like an eternity before I heard it. The laugh. His laugh, and I’m sure it was him. You never forget a laugh like that, especially when it comes from someone who threatened to tear you apart. The laugh continued, getting louder and louder. It was starting to drive me nuts. Then I saw a bright, triangular yellow light start to come from the woods. It looked like it was running towards me. I thought about trying to run, but I couldn’t move. I just stood there, frozen in fear. I stood there was the laughing got louder and the light got brighter. It started filling my whole vision and it felt like it was trying to blind me. That’s when I woke up. I just stared. It was still dark outside. Just like in my dream, I was frozen in fear. I basically spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, thinking about what this could mean. It couldn’t be Bill, could it? We destroyed him, literally erased him from existence. There was no way he could’ve survived. Right? I couldn’t take that chance. I needed some kind of answers, so I decided to consult my psychology teacher, Professor Aster. I didn’t give him the full context of my dream, but he did mention that past trauma can come back, especially during “anniversary moments” as he put it. I guess that makes sense, since it has been almost ten years. He also said that confronting it was one way to make it go away. But I still think this may be a coincidence. Unless I have the dream again, I think everything will be alright. June 15, 2022 I had the dream again. I think it’s time to consult Dipper about this. I know he’s on the other side of the country right now, but I feel more comfortable talking about it with him, in person, before I start roping other people into this. I would try talking to Grunkle Ford, but who knows where he and Stan are right now. It has to be Dipper. I just hope he’s able to come back, because I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
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Dipper’s Journal #3
June 15, 2022 Our trip was a success. Me, Charlie, and Katie spent days surveying Champion Lake for any sign of Champion, the local sea monster legend. It was the latest mystery that we were looking to add to our documentary about weirdness. It was also one of the more well-known mysteries that we could investigate. We already spent days in the Maryland wilderness looking for signs of the Veiled Witch, only to come up dry. I guess you shouldn’t trust amateur footage shot by college students. So, this seemed like a logical next step. There were more reported sightings of Champion, so the three of us thought we would have a better chance of seeing him. For the first few days, we couldn’t find anything. We sailed to all corners of the lake in an old and rusty fishing boat. We tried everything we could to find any signs of life, but we kept turning up nothing. That is, until today. Just as we were about to pack up and head back to shore, we all felt a strange wave hit our boat. We initially thought nothing of it, but then it happened again, then again, and again. It was happening too many times for it to just be something normal. That’s when we saw it; a shadow under the water. Champion was finally making his presence known. I immediately grabbed my camera and started filming. He wasn’t getting that close to us. It looked like he was just trying to get a look at us. However, the longer we did this, the closer he seemed to get. Katie started getting worried we were getting a little too close, and even Charlie was started echoing the same. I initially thought he wouldn’t actually try anything, until he caused a much bigger wave that nearly capsized us. That’s when I saw that he was starting to get mad. I agreed and we started quickly preparing to head back. It wasn’t until I saw terrified faces on both Charlie and Katie that I turned and saw Champion, rising out of the water, staring back at us. His glowing yellow eyes shined through the foggy air, along with his sharp, white teeth. He snarled at us, clearly expressing that he was not happy we were there. That was enough for us to get the picture. Charlie started the engine and basically put it into overdrive. We were speeding through the water while Champion followed us. During this entire experience, I was taken back to a similar monster hunt I was on when I was a kid. Only this time, I wasn’t desperate to get a shot. This time, I was just trying to make sure we got back to the shore. And we did. Once we made it back towards the dock, Champion stopped and just stared before turning around. I guess he wasn’t really interested in hurting us. He just wanted us to get out of his territory. Once we got over the initial fear of being chased by a giant monster, the three of us felt that rush of excitement. We all celebrated the fact that we just escaped certain death, and that we got some great footage as well. It was another great addition to our documentary. Now, we just need one more mystery to finish… Huh, I just got a text message from Mabel. She says that she needs to talk to me about something. I guess its a good thing we’re done here. So, back to Los Angeles. Hopefully everything is OK. |
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