[Heyy stress relief RP time; this is incredibly silly pls pay it no mind. <3]
"Dipperrrrr! C'mon c'mon c'mon, you're laggin' behiiind, brotha!" Mabel's voice echoed through the trees as she spun around and cupped her hands over her mouth to make her voice carry even more. Which was really overkill, given that her brother was lagging only a few yards behind, nearly dropping his book in surprise as Mabel's voice rattled his head. He flinched as some birds were startled out of a tree, and Mabel watched them go with a wide-eyed blink, squinting up at the pale light of dawn through the thick trees. The birds' noise faded, and Dipper remembered to breathe again, his face twisting into a scowl.
"Mabel, be quiet!" Dipper snapped in a rough whisper, glaring at her as he held the open book pressed to his chest for a moment. "We have to be stealthy, remember? We can't let this thing see us before we see it," he murmured, opening the book again and flipping through it a few pages. Magic Dustbunnies, no; Tree Ents, no; DO NOT SUMMON AT ALL COSTS, no; Werewolves, unlikely...The forest around the Mystery Shack was looking a little worse for the wear. This whole ruckus started when Mabel had come across a dead mountain lion--god it had been hard to console her afterwards that the 'sweet kitty' was in a better place now--and from there, things got stranger. A wide manner of dangerous animals were found in various states of death and dying, and then there were the trees. Every so often, in his exploration of the woods, Dipper would come across a splintered stump and nearby tree that looked like it had been practically shot off of its base. With a really big gun. Or cannon, Mabel had suggested; can't underestimate those Land Pirates. Which don't exist. Just like werewolves don't exist...
"Aaaall I'm sayin' is, you were the one who wanted to come out here at four in the morning. I need my beauty sleep! And Grunkle Stan is gonna kill us if he finds out we took the golf cart," she whispered, waiting for Dipper to close the gap with his slow plodding before quickly rushing ahead again, peering around the misty forest. Dipper reminded himself that they would need to pick up the golf cart where they'd left it at the edge of the forest. "It looks all spooky when it's this early... do you think spooky things are, like, attracted to spookiness? Because you never see vampires just walkin' around town or going to the arcade. What kinda games do you think a vampire would like--?"
"Mabel!" Dipper hissed, rushing to keep up with her. "Stop--stop running ahead, gosh. It's one thing if you keep talking so loud, but it's another if you do that and get separated from me! I don't want anything weird to happen," he said, looking at her seriously. Mabel grinned and waved him away, but stayed a bit closer regardless, keeping quiet for the time being. Dipper sighed with half relief, half guilt in shutting her down, and turned his attention back to the book. Hidebehind, no; Zombie, probably not...
