As of now, I'll be writing down the dates of when each chapter is!

September 1st 2012

As I'm eating cereal at the kitchen table, I think to myself about last night, 'I need to get to the bottom of what Mabel was so upset about... Is this how the twins felt when they were worried about me? Oh man...'

"Hey, Mace," Dipper greets while yawning, going into a cabinet and grabbing down, what looks like, oatmeal.

"Mornin'." Taking another bite, I just about sneeze, but luckily hold it in until I'm done. "ACHOO!" I try to not cringe at the mess I made and quickly clean it up.

"Bless you." 'Thank goodness Dipper's back is to me!'

"Thanks." He comes and sits down next to me in his seat, a glass of orange juice next to his bowl. "So, I'm trying to find out what was wrong with Mabel last night...." I try and start a conversation.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, we should look into that. It's not like her to do that and she seemed fine before bed." Narrowing my eyes, I tilt my head and make a whining sound.

"Weellll, I notice she looked troubled when we were unpacking." My brother looks surprised as he sets his spoon down.

"Okay, we'll talk to her, then." I nod my head in agreement with him.

"Talk to who?" Mabel walks in, pulling yet another sweater over her head.

"You. We want to talk to you about last night," I tell her, which makes her frown just a bit.

"Oh...okay." The girl sits down begrudgingly.

"Soooo," I start when Dipper doesn't, "can you tell us why you seemed depressed lately? I noticed that you seemed on edge when we were in our room."

"Well... It may or may not be the color of the walls..." She rubs her arms. Dipper and I look at each other, concerned. We don't speak so she can go on, which she does, "Um...the walls remind me of...Bill's prison he put me in and it...it just really scares me, I'm not sure how to explain it. The pinkness...it makes me want to retreat into Sweater Town."

"Oh Mabel..." Dipper gets up and hugs her.

"Sorry, I know, it's stupid," the teary-eyed girl chuckles and wipes her eyes.

"No, it's not stupid, actually, it kinda makes sense..." I get up now, as well. They look to me quizzically. "The color must trigger some sort of PTSD in you..."

"How do we fix it?" Mabel cries.

"Mabel," Dipper sighs, "you can't just cure PTSD," he explains sorrowfully.

"Sometimes the best thing to do is get rid of the source. You know, what triggers it." I go and put me and Dipper's dishes in the sink, then sling an arm around my sweater-wearing sis. "Let's see what we can do, yeah?"

Sniffling, Mabel nods. "Plus, you should have talked to us about this. We can help you, Mabel, you shouldn't be going through this sort of thing all by yourself." 

"I agree with Dip'." I jab my thumb into his ribs, causing him to laugh and recoil. "Okay, let's see what we can do about the room, and then after all that is settled, we'll get together and talk about whatever's troubling us, including the story when I died, I'll tell you that, too."

"Sounds fair, I like it." Putting his fist up in determination, Dipper heads up to the bedrooms.

"Um, Macie...?" Mabel shyly rubs her heel in the ground, avoiding contact. I hum in question. "I...I just wanted to tell you...about last night. I'm sorry I didn't come and get you, it's weird but, I just felt the need to be near Dipper."

"I understand. While I'm here now, you two still have a greater bond and it's only natural to want your real twin." I smile sadly.

"But that's just it!" she cries, taking a step forward in seriousness and now looking me in the eye. "I don't want to feel like I need to get Dipper, because you're our triplet we should have the same amount of bond-ness!"

"Tha-that's not a word." I get ignored as she keeps talking.

"So, like, me and Dipper decided we're going to spend so much time with you so that we can grow closer together! That way, the universe will be used to you in it."

Laughing, I halfheartedly agree with slight amusement, "Fine, fine, we'll try that out. But I doubt the universe will ever be normal with me in it..."

"Nah, it's gonna feel so normal, you'll think you have always been here!" Mabel woops, her eagerness reappearing in full throttle.

"Kay, let's go! First step of my genius idea...we need Mom and Dad, where are they?" I stand in a battle stance for no reason.

"Um, well Dad works and Mom is usually in the garden early in the morning." 

"Great, to the garden!" I point, marching out the kitchen doorway. Then, I turn around with an embarrassed smile, "Which way is the backyard...?"

Giggling, Mabel gestures for me to follow her.

~~Time Skip brought to you by: Tricks! What kind do you think Macie has up her sleeve?~~

"Waddles!" Mabel runs ahead as we exit to the backyard, her arms out wide, scooping her pig up and twirling him around in a bone crushing hug.

"Mabel, dear, could you please keep Waddles out of my garden?" the adult says, kneeling down in front of a planter box. She's wearing your typical, cliche garden wear: sun hat, gloves, capris...the usual.

"Sure, Mom! Waddles! Come'ere!" The pig follows the thirteen year old back into the house, where I assume she's putting him in our room.

"That pig..." Mom sighs with a chuckle, "Wasn't sure about him at first but the look your sister gave your father and I...we just couldn't say no."

"Yeah..." I awkwardly stand there, watching the lady I call 'Mom' dig her hands into rich soil. "Um, anyway...Mom?"

"Yes, Macie?" 

'Why do I feel so freaking weird right now?!? Oh that's right....BECAUSE I TECHNICALLY DON'T KNOW THIS WOMAN!'

"Well, me and Mabel were wondering if we could change the color of our room? You know, now that we're...teenagers?" 'That's a good reason, right?'

"Now you know how hard Mabel worked to get that color?" 'No...'

"Yeah, but she wants a different color, too! Or- or! Maybe we can do half and half of a color of our choice!" 'Like my old room!'

"We'll see, I'll have to talk to your father," she replies, putting a flower in a hole she dug.

"Yes!" I jump in victory, "Thanks Mom!" and run back inside, where I see Mabel scolding the poor thing.

"Waddles, you need to learn that this isn't Gravity Falls, so there's rules and whatnot!" The pig oinks. Sighing, Mabel kneels down and pets her pet, "I can't stay mad at you...but you gotta be careful with what you do so you don't get in trouble, kay?" I bend down and pet the pink, plump, pig as well.

"Oink!" he squeals, causing me and my sister to laugh.

"Well, what did mom say?" Shooting Star asks, standing up and dusting off her skirt.

"She said she has to talk to Dad, but I have high hopes." She grins and jumps in place, clapping her hands vigorously.

"Yippee! Oh! Come on, we gotta go do some serious-y talk all together!" 'Oh yeah...'

"Right, let's go." I let my sister drag me all the way up to the upstairs hallway.

She stops abruptly in front of our door. It's a simple door, white, with square designs in it. Nothing too flashy, considering this is Mabel we're talking about. 'I'm gonna have to have a day with her to spruce up this door...' 

"Um...are we doing this in our-our room?" I pat the poor girl's back.

"No, it's okay, we'll do it in Dipper's." I take her and open Dipper's door to his place, silently thanking Thor that I remembered which one it was.

"Hey, guys, come on in," our brother welcomes us, sitting on the floor, doing something I can't see since his back is to us. Mabel instantly takes a seat next to him, while I hover and peer to see what he's doing.

The boy seems to be making some sort of...board...graph? I dunno, but it looks like someting to keep tally with. "What're you making?" I ask.

"A board to tally down each thing that's been bothering us. That way, we'll know how many things are troubling each other and fix it!" 'Dipper seems way too excited about this method.'

"And how does that even-" 

"It's great!" Mabel interrupts me. Then she shields her mouth and whispers, "Just roll with it, Dipper gets these terrible ideas and needs us to boost his spirits when they end up not working."

Opening my mouth agape, I nod in silent acknowledgment. "Alright," Dipper claps, facing us, to which we hastily stop looking suspicious. "Let's start, shall we?"

"Yep!" The hyperactive girl plops down on the carpeted floor, criss-crossed.

"Sure..." I settle on the floor as well, while Dipper has been there. "Where do we start?"

"Well, I thought you should go first, since you were supposed to tell us the story on the bus but never got around to it." Dipper's eyebrow raises as he gestures a hand outwards.

"Well sor-ry  for having panic attacks," I pout and look away. The boy splutters.

"Wait, wait, wait! That's not what I meant!" He quickly tries to take back what he said, so I laugh, generating him to stop fussing.

"Dude, chill, I was joking..." He sighs deeply in relief. "Now, I'm starting?" Mabel nods eagerly so I take a deep breath. "Alright...so when Bill snapped his fingers, I heard someone cry my name and everything went black." The twins' faces turn somber and guilt ridden. "I know that look, you two, don't be feeling guilty," I point at them. "Anyway, I woke up in some sort of water world...I dunno it was weird. But there was this huge AXOLOTL!"

"Whoa! Like the one Grunkle Stan had in his fish tank?" I nod affirmatively, to which Mabel coos.

"It told me that I wasn't supposed to see it until the end of the show, when you two are on the bus. Apparently he was gonna give me a choice of staying here or going back to my world, but had to do it sooner because of Bill..."

Both siblings gasp, Mabel covering her mouth dramatically.

"So...I had to choose between being REBORN and wake up with you two, live my life here, permanently as Macie. Or, wake up back home in my universe, while the show would go on as if I was never there. You two would have no memories but I would." Mabel starts sobbing, latching onto me as I look confused and surprised by the sudden attack.

"Ma-Macie, oh my gosh, you had a choice to go home...and you chose us?!" I pat the girl's trembling back. 

Opening my mouth to speak, Dipper cuts me off, "Macie..." he sniffs, 'Oh my gosh he's crying!' "The fact that you could have gone home...fix everything that happened to you...but chose us...thank you!"

I open my arms wider, so he comes and hugs me, too.

"Something had happened back in my world to have the AXOLOTL send me here. I'm here for a reason. I couldn't just leave you or anyone else. You're my entire life now." I rub my eyes a little, feeling them pool with water, but thankfully they don't spill.

"You're the best. We're so glad you stayed." Both let me go when Mabel nods her head in agreement with our brother.

"I am, too... So who's next-?"

"KIDS!" A man's voice calls for us, startling me out of my sentence.

"It's Dad! Run!" the twins cry at the same time, standing up and running downstairs with extreme speed. 'Welp...okay then...'

Standing up, I crack my knuckles, pop my knees and my back, sighing in satisfaction.

I just about trip down these mother flipping stairs. 'I've never grown up in a house with stairs, so shut it!'

"MACIE!" Mabel tackles me when I get down. I land on the floor with a thud and a newly throbbing ache in my side. "Mom and Dad said they'll paint our room for us! But only one color." The adults nod when I look to them.

"That's great! Do you know what color you want?" I ask the girl.

"Yup!...Light purple!"

Dipper takes me aside and whispers in my ear, "We'll finish what we started later?" 

"Yeah..." I smile and hold him close, watching our sister go at it in room painting plans to our parents.

Does anyone know why she chose light purple? Kudos to those who do!

I always liked the idea of Mabel's room being pink and her being afraid of it because of her prison bubble. I've seen many stories like that, so I credit whoever came up with it first!

Question: Does anyone know when schools in Piedmont California start?

I'm going to try and make each chapter AT LEAST 2000 words.