✿ Gravity Falls 1x1 ✿

[15Icey]

Dipper froze, and widened his eyes, looking down at the sweater, his face slightly reddened with embarrassment. "Um...yeah." He murmured quietly. "I guess I like it."

[star star.]

Mabel sat next to him and smiled slightly. "What's with the blush, bro? It's just a sweater. I could make you a pine tree sweater if you wanted!" she chirped, grinning at him

[15Icey]

Dipper frowned as he stared at it; he just didn't want to confess he didn't really like it that much. Shoving it off, he sighed, glaring at her. Now that Brooke was dying, he was in a pretty bad mood. And it would probably stay that way. Forever. "No, thanks." He said flatly.

[star star.]

"Oh, alright," Mabel responded. Even still, she picked up a few yarns of wool and grabbed the rest of her knitting supplies and set to work on making a sweater for Brooke. Maybe she'd enjoy it. I don't think she'll die. Doesn't the Journal have a way of over exaggerating itself? she thought as she worked.

[15Icey]

Dipper slowly opened back up the Journal and kept scanning the page as Mabel worked. He shined a blacklight on it, and couldn't see anything but a small splatter of ink. He turned it off, and turned it back on again; nothing. He sighed, and leaned against his bed, staring at the ceiling.

[star star.]

Mabel finally finished the sweater she was working on and looked at Dipper, holding it up. "Do you like it? I wonder if Brooke would like it." Inspecting the light blue sweater with light green on the bottom, she smiled. There was a tree on it and there was a creek/brook running through the grass. "I hope she will."

[15Icey]

Dipper looked down at the sweater, studying it. "Yeah. She'll probably like it." He murmured. Standing up, he sighed, and walked downstairs without saying anything. Opening the door and walking outside, he looked around. Dark and gloomy, just the perfect weather to fit his mood. Hearing loud chattering nearby, Dipper looked around, and frowned when he saw school kids. And of course, most of them were boys, except for Abby, Gracie and Sara. Tyler was there, too; he could trust him, as he could the girls. But the others, near Brooke, and surrounding her? No. Absolutely not. And of course, that oh-so popular Brad was there...stupid. Idiot. Rude. Annoying. The perfect definition of terrible. Though he just kept still, tensing, watching with unease.

Mwahahah. Time to roleplay Brad. XD ))
Now, Dipper's death is going to happen soon. Very soon. >:3 We must plot it. ))

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haha. wait. why is everyone surrounding Brooke }

Mabel watched her brother leave and then picked the sweater back up, throwing it over her shoulder. She ran out of the house and stopped at the door, seeing everyone surrounded around Brooke. "W-What happened?" the elder twin asked, walked over to them. She took the sweater off her shoulder and tried to squirm her way through the crowd.

[15Icey]

Because she has.
Emotional issueeees. XD No, kidding. Because she's dying. XD ))

Brooke glanced up at her. Her whole left arm was covered with blood, and she simply shrugged. "Nothing. I've just started bleeding out of nowhere, and I can't really move around much." She glared at Brad. "And of course he had to come."

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oh. haha }

Mabel pushed somebody out of the way and crouched down next to Brooke, sitting on her knees. "Oh, come on. That isn't the Brooke I know! You're tuffet than Wendy... I don't think you're dying at all," she said calmly. Slowly, Mabel grabbed the sweater she had made Brooke and showed it to her. "Do you like it? I hope you do..." Hearing the comment about Brad she laughed and then turned to Brad. She grabbed her grappling hook from who knows where and shot it at his chest, then turned to Brooke, putting the weapon up. "I don't think he'll come around any more."