The walls were painted red.

Mabel could feel her heart about to beat out of her chest. She was running down a pathway that never seemed to end. Her mind was trying to process why exactly she was running or what she was running from, but couldn't find an answer.

A loud thumping noise creeped closer and closer. Disturbing visuals flashed in Mabel's head.

I have to get out of here...this is just a dream...it's just a dream...

Suddenly returned to reality, Mabel sat straight up in bed, struggling to catch her breath. She'd been having these sorts of dreams for several weeks now. Did Mabel Juice have a nightmare side effect she was unaware of? Was it those cheesy B-movie horrors on Gravity Falls' movie channels putting these ideas into her head?

Whatever it was, she wasn't a fan. Mabel was used to her dream land being full of cute animals and dream boys, but lately she'd been dreading going to sleep.

She was sure they would go away at some point...right?

Before she knew it, Mabel was waking up again, as Grunkle Stan shouted "Breakfast!" from the other room. She looked to her side to see that Dipper was already out of bed.

Thankfully the dream didn't return once she got back to sleep. Sometimes it did, and it really put a damper on the rest of her day.

She exited her room, trying her best not to think too much about her dream, and was delighted to see what was on the breakfast table - Maple and Brown Sugar Toaster Tarts! (Naturally and artificially flavored, a good source of Vitamin A and calcium)

"Oh my gosh!" Mabel exclaimed, running to her chair next to Dipper. "Grunkle Stan, you shouldn't have!"

"Eh, they were on sale." Grunkle Stan said, with a smile on his face. "And I knew they were your favorite. Just don't expect this regularly."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Mabel replied, her smile wider then a football field.

The delicious breakfast in front of her quickly took Mabel's mind off of her dreams, as she discussed with Dipper the latest episode of Ducktective in between bites of pastry.

"Dipper, go staple these fliers anywhere it's legal." Grunkle Stan ordered, shoving a stack of papers advertising his latest attraction in Dipper's hands.

"Aw, man." Dipper grumbled, walking out of the Mystery Shack muttering under his breath.

"I gotta go sort some papers." Grunkle Stan continued, turning towards Mabel. "Since I can't trust Wendy to do it..."

Mabel looked over to Wendy, who was sitting at the desk by the cash register, feet kicked up, flipping through the pages of a music magazine.

"Huh?" Wendy asked, looking up from her magazine briefly. "Did someone call for me?"

Grunkle Stan sighed. "No, Wendy. As I was saying, Mabel, your job is to lure in anyone who even so much as breathes in the direction of the Shack. Don't take no for an answer. I'll be back in a half-hour or so."

"I won't let you down, sir!" Mabel shouted enthusiastically, saluting him as he walked out.

The second Grunkle Stan walked out, Mabel's enthusiasm turned to sadness as she let out a deep sigh. The Shack had been really hurting for cash lately. While he didn't want anyone to know it, Mabel knew that her uncle was really struggling to keep the place open and put food on the table - which is why she was so surprised by his kind gesture of toaster pastries that morning.

It wasn't that the Mystery Shack was a bad place - it just simply wasn't as fancy as more recent tourist traps. There wasn't even Wi-Fi, which was certainly a turn-off to some people. Mabel just wished people would take sympathy on her uncle and give the place a chance...

Almost like someone was reading her mind, Mabel looked up and saw a blonde, blue-eyed boy walking along, stopping at the Mystery Shack briefly with a curious look in his eyes. Jackpot!

"Hey!" Mabel shouted to the boy, who turned his head towards the Shack. "Ever seen a sasquatch with a human crotch before? I'll give you an uncensored view!"

The boy's eyes went wide - however, it wasn't because of the sasquatch with a human crotch. "Mabel Pines."

Mabel jumped. The boy spoke with an accent she'd never heard before...however, that wasn't the main issue. "Uh...how do you know my name?"

"I've been looking for you." The boy stated, entering the Shack. Mabel started to back away slowly.

"I, uh, I don't know how you, uh..." Mabel stuttered, clearly freaked out by the boy.

"There's no need to be frightened." The boy insisted. "Can't you tell just by looking at me you've got more muscle then I do?"

He had a point.

"However, I would like to speak to you somewhere more private." The boy continued. "Would you mind stepping outside with me?"

Mabel looked over to Wendy, hoping for help. She was still engrossed in her magazine. Well, Mabel did know some self-defense moves, so if he started getting weird...

"Alright, sure." Mabel said, still a bit freaked out.

"Splendid!" The boy said with a smile on his face. The two walked outside of the Shack quite a bit, as the boy looked around to make sure no one could hear him. This was getting weird.

"Let me properly introduce myself. The name's Sebastian." The boy said, holding his hand out. Mabel hesitantly shook it, still a bit freaked out. "I notice your reaction, and don't worry, every other girl I've introduced myself to so far has had the same reaction."

...Every other girl?

"This is going to sound weird, but I come from a land known as Butterhurst." The boy continued. "In fact, I am sort of a protector of the land. However, recently we've come in need of more enforcement. A rare breed of monsters that we believed to have all slaughtered fifty years ago...well, they've returned. When we previously defeated them, it was with the major help of a team of four magical girls who came from Earth to help protect our land."

"Is this a joke?" Mabel interrupted, still trying to wrap her brain around the whole situation.

"No joke, I assure you. As I was saying, we had a special team from our land observe various young girls to determine who would be best cut out for the job. And in their observations, seeing all the strange creatures you've encountered and defeated in this town, you were a top choice."

"So...what are you asking me, exactly?"

"My question to you, Mabel Pines, is this: Would you be willing to come to Butterhurst and become a magical girl?"

A/N: Guess who's back, back again?

I have been suffering from Writer's Block for eleven months due to my severe anxiety and various other circumstances. And I still feel like this sucks, so y'know...:(

This story takes some inspiration from Puella Magi Madoka Magica, however I promise it's not a rip-off and is its own unique thing. Also, Gideon, Bill Cipher and the like will not be involved here. The Shack is semi-normal, for reasons that will work with the story later on.

R&R, rather positive or negative, is highly appreciated. See you guys next time!