! Trigger warning- Panic/Anxiety attack , /very/ mild h4rm [ accidental ] , Mentions of m4n1pul4t10n [ only if you squint- ] ! ======================================== Mabel turned on her side for the umpteenth time. She snuck a peak at the clock on the desk between her and her twin's beds , sighing. It was 3am. Normally she'd be out like a light , and her brother would be the one to be up , his mind racing a mile a minute , but ever since the ' almost-end-of-the-world ' , the roles had been reversed. Nightmare-ish thoughts plagued the brunette , so many scary questions floating in her mind. ' What if i'm still in the bubble ? ' she asked herself. ' Everything seems too perfect ! ' she sighed. She slipped out of bed , tensing when she heard her twin shuffle , but realized he was simply turning , and hadn't woken up. She began her journey downstairs , being mindful to not step on any of the creaky floorboards. She figured a glass of water would help calm her nerves. She tentatively grabbed a glass , and filled it with some water from the tap. She didn't yet take a sip though ,, she suddenly froze , staring at the cup in her hand , as her mind grew foggy , as well as her vision. Warm tears began pooling in her eyes. ' What if this was all a trick ? ' she suddenly thought. She didn't seem to notice that she had such a firm grip on the glass , that it shattered. Shards became lodged in her hands , and some landed on the ground by her feet. " Wh- A-Am I still in the bubble ? " she whispered , sounding horrified. Her legs gave out on her , and she landed on the floor with a soft thud. Despite her fragile state , she hoped she hadn't woken anyone. Guilt flooded her senses. She was the reason for the apocalypse , wasn't she ? She had given the rift to Bill- She /allowed/ for him to m4n1pul4t3 her !- If only she hadn't been so /self-absorbed/- If only she had seen through his lies and deceit- if only she hadn't been so /focused/ on trying to have a longer summer. She was so /selfish/. She let out a broken wail , her hair falling into her face. She heard a muffled voice , and through foggy eyes , watched as a tall figure made its way over to her , and placed a hand on her shoulder. The gesture quickly brought her back to reality , and she registered the pain in her hand , and the warm blood that had formed into a small puddle underneath her. " Mab- Mabel , are you okay ? " Stanford questioned , looking the girl over for any other injuries besides the one(s) in her hand. Mabel didn't respond. She couldn't. She had no clue what she was feeling , or why she even reacted to her thoughts in this way. She turned her torso towards him , and buried her face into his chest , letting out broken and choked sobs. Stanford , seeing his great-niece looking so distraught broke him. He couldn't help but tear up a bit. " Mabel .. It's gonna be okay. " he reassured , picking her up. He didnt seem to care that the blood from her hand began to stain his sweater. His .. /only/ sweater. But , witnessing his great-niece have an attack like this was heartbreaking. He could care less about the sweater. " I'm here. It's okay now. " he murmured , running his fingers through the little one's hair. Once she had calmed down , and Stanford had managed to get her to allow him to bandage her hand , he had begun to make some warm milk after the glass had been cleaned. He grabbed honey , the carton of milk , vanilla extract , and 2 mugs. Mabel tilted her head , sniffling gently. " What's the extra stuff for , Great-uncle Ford ? " she questioned , her voice soft and kinda broken. She looked up , and saw her great-uncle Ford. Stanford paused , blinking. " Huh- Oh , this is just how i used to make it when i was younger. " he replied. Once the milk was finished , Stanford handed her a mug , and sat across from her. The pair began talking , and the older male managed to convince the young girl that she was alright , and she had gotten out. Eventually , Mabel began to feel the lull of sleep , and was carried back to her room by Stanford , who eventually ended up spending the night in the twin's room , cuddled up to his great-niece. Something both Pines needed immensely.
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