User blog:Mango Dolphin/Hocus Focus, Dragon-Heads

Based off a Chat Roleplay

"Hey Dipper!"

Dipper rolled his eyes and put down his book. "What is it, Mabel?" Mabel smiled and soon enough it was obvious she was going to do something to him.

"HOCUS POCUS!" Mabel shot out some confetti right in Dippers face, as the paper fell slowly to the ground and into his mouth. Spitting them out, the younger twin became quite irritated. "That's not magic, Mabel. Besides, you're getting paper everywhere."

"Fine, whatever." Mabel walked away, and headed for the forest. "Now for some real magic!"



Mabel explored in the forest, jumping over a stream, running around trees. Due to her being distracted easily, she forgot why she was in the forest. "Think, Mabel, think...." Mabel then flicked her head. "Now I remember!"

Now going deeper than before, Mabel was no longer sure it was day time. "Looks like the night Dipper had a nightmare..." The elder twin remembered when they were both 5; the house had a power outage and their night light wouldn't work. The two grew frightened, and Dipper tried getting his parents. Since it was dark outside their room, he refused to go outside the room. So the two shared a bed for the night.

"Ha ha, memories."

Soon enough, she was surrounded by trees and tree stumps. In the midst of the area was a lake with a cave next to it. "I wonder what could be in it!" Her mind clouded by curiosity, she entered the cave.

And within curiosity, there is danger or caution needed.



The cave was very dark, but Mabel pushed forward with no sense of danger. Soon, a dim light was being emitted from ahead. Striked with curiosity, wonder, and a feel of want, Mabel rushed forward.

Pad pack pack pack pack pack pad...

Mabels footsteps echoed in the silence of the cave, and she was soon close to the dim light. But this was no dim light at all; it was a strange shop filled with many strange items. Among the Russian-patterned shelves rested many potions, where the labels were written in Japanese writing. "Oh woah! What is this place?"

"Child, this is my little lair. I sell many things for a fare. With potions and gizmos and gadgets unknown to man, but you must pay a good price; If you can."

"Why are you rhyming? And why are these bottles written in scribble-scrabble?"

The figure in a cloak laughed. "My little Mabel, that is Japanese text, don't touch the rest!"

"Your rhyming magican accent and strange objects give out a mysterious vibe.... Can I buy a potion?"