Mabel:

We stared at the gate, none of us wanting to go through, or open it.

Finally a familiar red haired figure came in sight.

He ran his hand over the lock and the gates swung open.

"Come on in." Proditione said.

We followed him to the castle, where we were greeted my two guards.

"Who are they?" One asked

"Guests." Was Proditiones answer,we followed him through different hallways.

One wall was covered in portraits of people screaming.

Another in eye balls.

Then another in walls of death.

It was disturbing to say the least.

I took to staring at the floor instead of looking at the paintings.

Finally we entered a giant throne room.

And in the throne sat The Puppet Master

The Puppet Master never said a word, he only waved his hand, and we were hand cuffed. Three guards immediately came out of nowhere and held us back.

"You- you betrayed us! Again!" Willa screeched

"And your surprised by that?" Proditione laughed

The guards started to drag us out of the throne room, "You realize Billina might die! Right?" Willa yelled as she fought against the guard

"Trust me," Proditione a sly smile spread across his face, "I'm counting on it."

After forcing us into gray prison like jumpsuits, they tossed us into cells. Willa across from me, and Bill next to her.

My wrists stung where the cuffs had dug into them.

The guards had taken my bag. I wondered what they did.

Across the narrow hall, Willa yell curses I would be grounded for saying.

"I can't believe we trusted the little traitor!" She yelled, and punched the wall.

After I made sure she was done, I said, "We knew that he would probably betray us. But we came anyway."

She grunted.

I sat on the small bed in the corner of the cell, it was hard.

I judged how much time had passed by when they brought me meals.

It was two day before something happened.

A prisoner, in a suit similar to mine came to my cell, to see The Puppet Master.

1,234 was stitched above his heart.

I didn't recognize him until he bent over to place the cuffs on my wrists. When his shaggy hair moved and I saw his birthmark.

A Little Dipper birth mark.

And what did I do? Did I hug my brother? Did I demand answers? No, I slapped him.