Dipper huddled in a small corner, staring at his sister who sat on the bed, having what seemed to be either a nervous breakdown or a panic attack. Her head was bowed, tears spilling down her cheeks, her eyes looking bloodshot. Dipper pulled his legs up closer to his chest, sniffling quietly as he pressed against the wall as far as he could go behind a few cardboard boxes, out of Mabel's view.

"D-Dipper!" She sobbed, her shoulders shaking as she cried. She gripped onto her hair, holding it tightly as she squeezed her eyes shut. "W-where are you? I've g-gotta t-tell you something!"

Dipper held his breath, staying as silent as he could, not daring to breathe in case he alerted her.

"H-he's coming, D-Dipper!" She wailed, her voice hysteric. "P-please! Y-you've got to hide!"

Her twin glanced down, heading her message as he picked up a small yellow ball that happened to be conveniently in a small box beside him. He bit his lip in concentration, chucking it lightly towards the other side of the room, the tennis ball banging off the triangular window, immediately catching Mabel's attention. Mabel stood shakily, her legs wobbling slightly as she crept over to the desk, looking around it with wide, panicked eyes, wanting to find the source of the noise.

Dipper looked around him quickly, grabbing a small piece of wood that was stacked in a pile near the wall and he gripped it tightly in his hand and slowly got to his feet, staying low. Eyeing Mabel, he made his way around the cardboard boxes, holding his breath as he headed to the door. His foot just happened to fall on a creaky floorboard and Mabel's head snapped around towards him.

Abandoning the more silent approach, Dipper rushed to the door just as Mabel came streaking over to him. He swung the door open, hurrying out of it into the hall, before slamming it back in his twin's face, shoving the piece of wood into the door handle and leaning it against the frame so she couldn't get out.

He panted for a moment, knowing he'd just barely escaped and he stood a few feet from the attic door, listening as Mabel's wails grew into perilous cackling.
"You can run!" She laughed, her voice sounding a bit distorted as she banged on the door. "And you can try to hide! But I'll still find you!"

Dipper paled and he stared at the door a moment longer, before racing down the stairs.

Mabel'd started acting all sad and freaked out earlier this morning after Dipper had mentioned something about a Mystery Hunt. She kept muttering about some sort of incantations and danger and it really started to spook Dipper out. So he went behind the cardboard boxes to read a book at around noon since he had a beanbag back there and all, but Mabel came in bawling, looking a little frightened as well, so Dipper just stayed silent, waiting to see if she'd accidentally spill what on Earth was going on with her.

As Dipper hurried down the stairs, he'd narrowed it down to do possibilities. Possession (again), or she's just downright going insane.

He skidded to a stop once seeing Ford sitting in the living room, his posture perfect where he sat on the armchair, staring blankly at the flickering, staticky television. Dipper narrowed his eyes, peeking in the doorway. "Uh, Grunkle Ford...?" He peeped quietly, wanting to know what was going on with his strange behavior. Not only did Ford never watch tv, claiming it was a waste of time, but if he saw something broken, he'd fix it. And the tv looked pretty broken.

"Do you need help with the remote?" Dipper asked after Ford didn't respond to his first question. Ford's head turned slowly to face Dipper, his expression grim. "No," he snapped back in a monotone.

Dipper slowly backed up as Ford got to his feet, his eyes flickering. "Come here, boy," his Grunkle ordered, padding towards him. The young brunette backed himself against the wall, swallowing hard, his eyes wide with slight fear. He grew even more panicked once hearing a loud crash from upstairs, followed by stomping footsteps that seemed to rattle through the whole house.

Ford stopped before him, grabbing one of Dipper's arms, the boy letting out a small yelp at how tight the old man was holding it. Mabel appeared on the other side of Dipper, holding his other arm. Dipper glanced from one to the other quickly, noticing menacing smiles that seemed to match their dark yellow eyes.

"Poor Dipper," Mabel cooed in a falsely sweet voice. "Sticking his nose in places it didn't belong..." She bent his arm backwards a bit, Dipper gritting his teeth in pain.

"Never knew when to stop," Ford chimed in, his voice sounding familiar, but not in the good way. "Never knew when he wasn't needed." He gave his arm a tough yank as Mabel held the other firmly.

Dipper shouted out in pain, his eyes watering as they seemed to be playing tug of war with him. He stiffened at hearing a small snap and he looked down to the arm Mabel was holding, seeing she had bent it back far enough to have the bone connected to his shoulder jutting out of his skin slightly near where the arm bent. He screamed at the sight and the feeling that had washed over him, Ford pulling hard on the other arm to get the same reaction. His so called family let go of his limbs, letting him sink to the floor, tears streaming down his face. 

They stood over him, watching him have a meltdown. He couldn't, after all, feel either of his arms and all he knew was he was growing lightheaded at all the blood seeping from beside the bones in each of his arms. Ford smirked maliciously and Mabel practically beamed in a more evil light.

"Goodbye, Dipper," she hissed, her voice soft as she swiftly reached down and snapped his neck, Dipper's eyes closing almost instantly.

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this seems super rushed to me :/

anywho

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