𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕳𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 [Mabifica]

.On Instinct.

A/N: 2nd To Last Chapter, Both Will Be 2000+ Words Long.

LANGUAGE WARNING
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NARRATOR'S P.O.V👓
"Hey can you guys keep an eye on Waddles? Candy and Grenda invited me to the mall." The brunette sprung on her feet, slipping on her flats while clinging to the door knob.

She didn't bother asking Pacifica, the girl was going to be heading home some time soon; the chances of Mabel being back soon were low. The hidden demon raised an arm, his other pushed into his baggy jean pocket.

"I don't mind, Dipper will help out too." He offered, throwing a thumbs up in encouragement as did her twin. Filled with excitement, and having slipped the given flower to a specific blondes hair, Mabel was out the door.

The remaining three stood in silence, listening for any depictions of the girl returning on short notice. Pacifica turned towards the boys.

"Alright. What items did you grab from the store?" She asked when the coast was clear, Dipper left momentarily to retrieve the bag and return seconds later.

It's contents weren't anything out of the ordinary, from what the fair-haired girl saw. An even miniature, thicker plastic had smoked steak, known better as beef jerky.

From the depths of the sack Pacifica's hand touch something cold, beads of water mushed at the warmth and slid down the metal exterior. It was a can of Pitt-Cola.

The final item was heavier in comparison to the rest; thicker, but definitely was something suspicious. Both arms took hold of the brute and heavy object, tipping the bag over to its side.

"Ohh no, you are not putting this on her." Pacifica fumed, the weighted chain rattled when it hit the floor.

"Yeah I agree with her, sure Mabel's turned into some werewolf hybrid," Dipper bit his lip, hesitantly looking at Bill, "but that doesn't make her an animal."

"You're right, she's not an animal." The demon stated. "She's a monster, and we need to or rather, must take precautions!" He pressed on, bending down to flawlessly pick up the dropped chain.

"Look, I don't know much about humans. But from what little I do know is that this," Bill motioned to the shackles, "doesn't go on humans. But I doubt 2 humans, like yourselves, could handle an almost cursed human. I apologize but it's only, only, for your safety ok?"

Dipper and Pacifica shared a remorseful look to each other, they had no other choice but to agree. Now with the chain in favor, they began devising a plan for the full moon's arrival in three days.

"Shooting star needs to be kept where Stanley nor Stanford won't go into. There's a chance Sixer might trigger the spirit."

"My great uncles barely go into the attic." Pacifica chimed in after Dipper.

"Well lead the way Lamby." The male brunette would've knocked the valley girl's shoulder, if only Bill's chuckle wasn't making the boy sheepishly grin as well.

Inside the attic wasn't anything mind blowing, just another empty room left to be forgotten. Bill, Dipper, and Pacifica stayed in the room for a while, all three cleaning the place in preparation for the inevitable night.