ABDUCTED

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GRAVITY FALLS OR ANYTHING ELSE.

A/N: I HAD A WEIRD DREAM ABOUT THIS. AFTER DUNGEONS DUNGEONS AND MORE DUNGEONS SO STANFORD IS THERE.

CHAPTER ONE: TWO STRANGERS

Dipper was a boy of twelve years of age. He did as he was told, most of the time, and goes where ever his older twin sister goes. He has short slightly curly brown hair that was hidden under a white and blue hat with a pine tree symbol on the front. His five minutes older than him twin sister Mabel sat on the soft arm chair behind his sitting form on the floor. She had long slightly curly brown hair that reached down to her knees and braces on her teeth. Both were currently wearing similar Pajamas that was as dark navy blue color and were watching ducktective on the small screen in front of them.

"Hey Dipper?" Mabel questioned quietly. Dipper tilted his head back and looked up at her.

"Yeah?"

"When do you think Grunkle Stan is coming home?"

Dipper paused. "I dunno... He said he was going down to the town to get some stuff and Great uncle Ford's down in the basement doing who knows what so we have some time together..."

Mabel yawned. "What time is it?"

Dipper checked his gray digital watch. "Around 10:30ish."

"Maybe we should head to bed-"

CRASH!

The sudden noise from the kitchen startled the two kids making them freeze on the spot.

"Grunkle Stan, Great Uncle Ford?" Mabel asked.

The two twins both had a sinking feeling in there guts as there was no response. The two looked at each other and slowly began to grab a makeshift weapon from around them. Dipper grabbed a golf club and Mabel a vase. The two began to slowly make they're way to the kitchen slowly stepping in sync with the other. Mabel put her back to her brother's just like they did during school and slowly peered around the door frame. The kitchen's back door was wide open and was blowing slightly in the wind.

"Bro-bro... The doors open." Mabel whispered to her brother. Dipper froze, wasn't that door locked an hour ago? He shook off the creepy feeling that some one was watching them and took a deep breath.

"Maybe we should go down to Great Uncle Ford and stay there until it's safe."

She nodded and gripped his right hand and dragged him quietly towards the vending machine. Just as she was punching the code in, Dipper was ripped from her grasp. She whirled around with a startled yelp and saw a man dressed in black wearing a black ski mask. Dipper struggled in the mans arms yelling.

"UNCLE FORD! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"

Mabel stood in fear as the man took a red worn out rag and placed it over her brothers nose. Dipper gasped at the touch of the cool sweet smelling cloth.

'What's going on?'

Mabel snapped out of her state of shock as her brother became limp in the mans arms and lunged at the man angrily. Only to be caught by another pair of arms more slimmer than the mans.

"UNCLE FORD! HELP US!" She screamed as pure panic began to set in. Another cloth was placed over her nose and she held her breath. She felt a prick on her arm and looked down to see a needle sticking out. The vision before her began to blacken. Distantly she could here the vending machine opening and the shouts of Stanford. She could feel her body bouncing as if she was moving, there was a crash and a sound of an car engine being turned on.

Then everything went black.