𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕳𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 [Mabifica]

.Amber.

A/N- I used a pic of the forest and a wolf tutorial. I think it turned out ok.
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"Oh my god, will she be okay?"

"How deep is the wound?"

"What should we tell her parents? Ooh man they're gonna kill us-"

"Guys chill, I-I don't know." Said the first voice around me, unknown from blurred vision from my drowsiness. I couldn't tell who stood around me; as everything began to adjust into place I was able to make out who. "We need to find a cloth before she bleeds out."

That came from Wendy, her figure stood closest to me crouched down, reaching for something. Memories from what transpired tonight came in small fragments. The crowd surfed, jumping through a trapped door, exploring some underground freak house, and having to leave Mabel behind to fight all those ghosts and that overgrown wolf.

I widened my eyes despite how they desperately wanted to close; it seemed to startle everyone.

"Mabel... she's-she's. Still down the-ere." A fabric cupped my body, wrapping around my chest and inner shoulder. Gentle hands helped me to my feet, but since I was weak they supported me up. Dipper came around my left, placing a muddy hand on my costume's shoulder.

"She's fine Pacifica, Lee gave Tambry and Robbie the axe when they went back to find her." Trudging through the dirt path, where fallen leaves laid forgotten by the trees, I was hauled to safety.
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The frail door of the shack was opened by Dipper who was pocketing a key, followed by the rest of the group. Except for Tambry, Robbie, and Mabel. Through the door I was led into the living room, my body placed onto the couch which was warm.

Finally feeling some comfort I sighed somewhat pleasingly, every part of me wanted to sleep. But my growing worry for the other Pine twin made it difficult.

"Hey kid, I don't know you very well, Ford's on his way to help you." The con-man spoke, he wore his usual black suit, aside for the exception of his gut showing behind his white undershirt. Shorty after, Stan Pines walked into the room again, except he'd changed from his previous outfit.

A red turtleneck with a strap that ran diagonally up his chest, his appearance looked thinner. As glasses sat propped on his nose and a long science-like coat covered him, topped with a grey streak on the sides. Now I don't think their uncle is crazy, but this old man just left the room and came back dressed up differently.

"Play-ing dress-up is not going...to heal me you know." I've haven't been waiting that long, but I'm sure they'll make me wash this couch if I stained it more than it already is.

So I was beginning to become impatient, he looked down, coiling his face into a annoyed gaze.

He paused, walking towards Dipper and pointing his thumb at me while muttering something. "You sure you want me to heal her?"

"Do it for Mabel Grunckle Ford, she'll kill you if you leave her wounded." Looking at "Ford" I remembered he was the guy from the Weirdmageddon. He didn't say anything after that, sighing while reaching into his inner coat pocket and pulled out a futuristic-looking gun.

Without hesitation, a purplish-blue ray formed at the tip, striking numbly at my chest. The shot healed a majority of the wound, as Ford instructed I should keep tending to it. Sitting up to remove the nasty bloodied rag revealed a partially healed scar, then I overheard them saying to help me upstairs.