Dipper was certainly glad he didn't have a mirror. He placed his hand in his hair and found many tiny braids all throughout it.
"I wish I had some rubber bands. They keep undoing," Mabel whined.
"We'll do it again at home, okay?" He was being way more generous than usual. Offering two Braid Train rides was way out of the norm for him. Still, it was a way to distract her from the nightmare they were stuck in.
Mabel felt his forehead. "Do you have a fever?"
Dipper laughed. It hurt to so, but he kept himself from wincing. "No."
"But you never ever let me braid your hair, and you've offered, like, a gazillion times by now. You sure you’re-"
Dipper interrupted her question, "I'm fine, Mabel."
"You're a terrible liar."
"If you're so fine, then how come you've been leaning on me everywhere we've walked? How come I've become a cane to you?"
"Okay, okay. Semi-fine."
Mabel was silent a moment. "How bad are they...?"
"Some hurt more than others. Surprisingly enough, I think the chest wounds are worse than anything. Maybe even worse than my leg."
"Is it really that bad?"
"Yeah." He lifted his shirt to reveal a giant bruise on his rib and a large slit cut near his stomach that looked bright red and inflamed. Possibly infected.
He tried to shrug it off, not wanting Mabel to be upset. "I'm doing okay for now. It's no big-" He stopped when the twins were plunged into darkness. The light on the desk shut off. The fan quit. The two doors flew open.
"We're out of power," Dipper answered. He picked up the phone and fiddled with it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's all my fault, Mabel. It's all my fault. I plugged in the cell. And all for nothing too. It doesn't even have recep-"
Dipper listened. He heard the familiar sound of a music box his mother once had. She had sold it at a garage sale, but he still knew the tune by heart. But why was it playing here?
Dipper and Mabel scooted against the wall. Protectively, Dipper put his arm in front of her. If anything was to grab one of them, he was determined to make sure it was him, not her.
They looked up into the doorway and saw a hovering lit-up smile. They just knew it was the psychotic smile of someone planning a murder.
Feeling it may be the end for them, Dipper whispered, "Love you, sis."
"Love you, too, bro."
Soon the music halted, and the smile disappeared. They waited in the dark silence for death to come…