It was a cold friday morning and despite locking it several times, the shack door would swing open, blowing over the merchandise and letting out all the warm air. I had to wear two sweaters to stop myself from freezing, I even put one on poor Waddles.
"Are you sure you sure you don't want to borrow one of my sweaters? I have plenty." I offer my brother, Dipper.
"No thanks, Mabel, I'm okay." He rejects.
"Okay, "man of steel"." I tease him. He only smiles at this, I thought it was pretty funny.
As I begin to stack some of the "Mystery rocks" on the shelves when Waddles starts pulling on my leg.
"What is it Waddles?" I ask him. He then pulls my leg harder. "Waddles? Are you trying to tell me something? What's wrong, buddy?"
"He's not going to answer you, Mabel." Dipper tells me.
"But why's he pulling on me?" I ask.
"I dunno, maybe he's hungry." Dipper suggests.
"Oh right!" I then rush to kitchen followed by Waddles. "How does pancakes sound?" Waddles smiled and oinked in response. "I'm not hearing a no."
While Mabel's making some sort of mess in the kitchen, I've been left in charge of the gift shop, as Stan's busy with tours, Soos is unclogging the portable toilets and Wendy is repainting the mystery shack sign, after it was destroyed by the Gleeful bulldozer. I grab a broom and begin to sweep the floor, I never realised how much dust there is in this old shack until now. My thoughts are then interrupted by the sound of the smoke alarm and stressful squeals from Mabel and Waddles. By the smell coming from the kitchen, I'm guessing it was pancakes.
"I'm okay!" Mabel shouts in defense.
"Well, be careful in there!" I remind her.
"I will!" She promises.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the front door, and I guess as everyone else is pre-occupied, I'll have to get it.
I run to door and open it to see a girl, about my age staring at me. She's slightly shorter than me, she has dark brown hair with she has braided into one plait at the back of her head, slightly to the left. She is wearing a purple t-shirt with a dark blue jacket and grey jeans. The girl is staring at me and smiles smugly.
"Err, if you're here to visit the gift shop, the entrance is the other side of the building, but that's okay, there's a tour on at the moment, but you can still shop around until the next one starts." I explain.
Her smile then drops and is replaced with a more serious one. "That's okay, I wasn't hear about that. You're Dipper Pines, right?"
"Yeah, I am, how'd you know that?" I ask.
"I need to speak with you, somewhere more private, the woods prehaps?" She suggests, smiling nervously.
My instincts are telling me no, but I don't want to seem rude. Plus, how does she know my name? "Okay then, we'll go in to the woods and "talk" then." I agree.
The girl then drags me deep in to the woods, far from the shack.
"Is this far enough?" I ask, not holding back the sarcasm in my voice.
"Should be, Dipper." She responds.
"Good, so first thing first, how do you know my name?" I ask.
This girl then remains silent and looks down at the ground. What is she playing at?
"Could you answer my question? How do you know my name?" I shout, frustrated.
"Dipper, I know a lot about you." She replies. "And don't bother asking 'how' or 'why' because at this point, you don't want to waste your time asking questions that I will not answer!" It takes me a while to even understand what she said, she talks so fast. Plus, what she says doesn't even make sense.
"What are you talking about?" I yell.
She then looks down again and murmurs something inaudible under her breath. This is just stupid and I don't have time for it. As I turn to leave she grabs my shoulder, digging her nails in.
"Owww! That hurt!" I exclaim.
"Sorry, bout that." She apologizes and attempts to look cute, but I think she can tell it's not working on me and promptly stops.
"Look, I need answers, now!" I order. I tried my best to sound threatening and manly but it didn't sound as it did in my head.
"No!" She snaps. "You're only getting one thing from me Pines!" I then gesture my hand, implying she needs to elaborate. "Something you've had coming a long time, boy!"
What the heck is she talking about? I wish Mabel was hear with me, this girl is really starting to creep me out.
"What do you want from me?" I ask.
"What?" She asks. I guess she must have been so deep in her own thoughts she didn't hear me.
"What do you want from me!" I yell.
She then stares angrily at me. "Do not yell at me!" She yells.
"You're yelling right now!" I yell back.
"Don't yell at me!" She shouts, making her voice shrill and face a pinkish colour.
"Why did you drag me all the way out here?" I ask, no longer yelling.
She takes a deep breath and begins smirking before answering. "I wanted to give you something!"
"What?" I ask.
With an evil smile the girl pulls something out of her pocket. I can't see what it is, as the sun is reflecting off of it, but I can see it is something metal that is small enough to fit in her fist. As she moves closer to me I can see what it is, a knife.
Uh-oh! So, chapter one of my newest fic, I've had this chapter (and part of chapter 2) written down for a while and decided to finally publish it :) It's a bit weird, as this is my first story with my OC (Cashmere) in, even though she's been in other people's stories who have asked for OC's :) One of which wasn't even GF fanfiction :D
Anyways, if you like this please review, chapter 2 shall be up soon.