-----MABEL'S POV-----

The guys looked like they had seen a ghost. But I guess that makes sense, considering that I opened the elevator to the bunker with a flushed face and a torn sweater from running through the brambles in the  woods at high speeds. I guess I was the ghost then.

"What happened! Wheres the rift! Does Bill have it in his possession? What about-" Ford bombarded me with questions, but before I could answer, a comforting pair of arms wrapped around me. 

"Your ok! Oh geez Mabel, never take my stuff again!" Dipper laughed and let go of his bone-crushing hug. Funny. Usually im the one that is giving Dip Dog those.

"Mabel! Mabel! I need to know if the riff is safe from Bill! If the riff is in his power, our whole world could fall apart!" Ford was impatient now, but caring.

"Thats what I ran over here for! Bill tricked me and he has the rif-"  A searing pain came rocking through my head. It was, burning! I couldn't think, I couldn't move! What was I trying to say? Where was I? I started to scream. The pain was becoming unbearable. The last thing I remember is Dipper looking into my eyes.

"Mabel?"

I fainted.

-----FEARAMID-----

-----BILL'S POV----- 

Being physical felt good. Of coarse I have been physical inside of Pine Tree before, but theirs just something about being physical and having unlimited power that just gives you that PUNCH. Of coarse their was still something on my mind though, and that was the zodiac wheel. I could easily just fly over to the Mystery Shack and manipulate all of the victims to be there and crush and kill all of them with the flick of my finger, but then the signs would just pass down to the next inherits. Shooting Star could just be so annoying! She was supposed to be my bait, knowing that Pine Tree would obviously come to "rescue her" and poof! 2 down. Sometimes I wished that Shooting Star would just forget about handing me the rift- wait. I mentally faced palmed.

"Keyhole, Teeth, hold down the fearamid for a second, I got to go take care of a little mind issue."   

"You got it boss."

I snapped my fingers, and I was off.

-----A MILLISECOND LATER-----

-----MABEL'S MIND----- 

So I entered Shooting Stars mind. No biggie, right? A I flew around I realized why I didn't come here often for information on how my little puppet, Pine Tree was doing. This place was made of nightmares. In the distance, a large speakers played 80's pop music, while a big, fat dinosaur announced to the population,

"It's fun-oclock everyone! Today's weather calls for rainbows with a chance of dance parties. If you are the owner of a unicorn with a top hat, please come to the ice cream beach. Your unicorn is being towed."

Ugh. This place would make me sick, if demons COULD get sick. I decided to make this as quick as possible. 

"LA LA LA LA, JUST TAKING A STROLL DOWN MEMORY LANE!"  I sung a little ditty to myself, I was so proud of myself for thinking up this one.

"THIS OUTTA DO THE TRICK..."

I picked up Shooting Stars previous memory from 5 minutes ago when I manipulated her into giving me the rift. My hand caught on fire, a very familiar blue flame.

"HUH, THAT'S FUNNY. I ONLY SEAM TO DO THIS WHEN I MAKE A DEAL. OH WELL. DON'T WORRY SHOOTING STAR... THIS WILL ONLY HURT A BIT."

The memory started to burn in my hands.

-----MABEL'S POV-----

-----THE SHACK BUNKER-----

-----MABEL'S MIND-----

Darkness. Just plain Darkness. I wanted to get a paint pallet and paint this place, neon pink? No. Green is definitely its color. I didn't really understand what was going on, nor did I care. One and awhile I kept hearing these little voices in my head, but they sounded so far away, like a distant dream.

"Get her some water!"

"Whats going on? Why do her eyes keep flashing yellow?"

"Get out of her Cipher!"

"Great Uncle Ford, whats going on with Mabel?"

Who is Mabel? Who am I? I wondered this as I stood up to get a look at my surroundings. Still dark. I thought I had my eyes closed, but they had been open the entire time.

"Cipher must have gotten some way into her mind, who knows what hes doing there now. He could be erasing all of her memories by now, we have to act fast."

"Wait WHAT! Mabel could be gone? What are we going to do?"

"Talk to her. Maybe you can jog her memory."

I felt water being splashed on me. It felt nice, like it was dulling the constant pounding in my head.

"Uh, uh ok. Hi Mabel. My names Dipper, and um, your older than me by 5 minutes. Were twins, were turning 13 in a week, um, we were sent to spend the summer with our Grunkle Stan, I found a journal in the woods and im here with the author now, who turned out to be Grunkle Stan's brother, and our Great Uncle."

"Hi. Im your Great Uncle Ford. Don't worry Mabel. Stay with us."

-----BILL'S POV----- 

-----MABEL'S MIND----- 

This was to fun. Burning Shooting Stars memory must have been causing her great pain, her mind so weak, so gullible. But her will so strong. Its was hilarious to think about. I noticed that the 80's themed music started to scratch and loop, like a scratched or broken record, and the colors seamed to get just a bit dimmer.

"PERFECT, JUST A FEW MORE MINUTES AN THE MEMORY WILL BE BURNED-"

"Get out of my head Bill you evil talking nacho!"

Shooting Star?!?!?! How did she recover her memories? I should have put her in amnesia long enough for this memory to be deposed of! How did she-

BAM!

I was knocked in to oblivion, and I felt myself being pulled out of the mindscape.

"AND STAY OUT!"

-----MABEL'S MIND-----

-----MABEL'S POV-----

-----THE SHACK BUNKER-----

"Stay with us."

It all came rushing back to me. My name is Mabel Pines. Im Dipper Pines alpha twin sister. I turn 13 in a week. And There is an EVIL DORITO IN MY HEAD TRYING TO ERASE ALL OF MY MEMORIES! Wait what? Is that why im in this dark place? Is that why I couldn't remember where the rift was? Is that why there was that searing pain rocking through my skull?

"BILL!"

I felt myself being pulled out of this dark room into my mind.

"Get out of my head Bill you evil talking nacho!"

I was gonna kick that nachos butt. 

Well, that was a Mabel centered chapter, was it not? Man, 1144 words! Crazy right? Have a Great day! :D