"Haha, yeah!" Mabel exclaimed, cheering as the group followed her lead on the carts. Said devices of transportation, as well as the track they rode on, were rickety and seemingly very dangerous.... But nobody had died
yet, and there was nothing breaking
yet, so that was good - right?
"Wooooo! Party train is leaving the station!"
As though the fact that the tracks and carts were rickety and unstable wasn't enough, there was a sudden shift in the track - more of a sharp turn, really, that made this little 'joyride' suddenly seem less safe. If Mabel noticed this fact, she didn't really seem to care, considering the excited look plastered on her face.
That smile and excitement didn't fade; even as her cart was sent flying off the track by the sudden curve.
...Uh-oh.
Unluckily for the others that had followed, they met the same fate, with the exception of Koyomi and Shinobu(who had merely ran along the tracks instead of taking a cart). But hey - the crash wasn't too bad, and they were all still alive. Congratulations!
Unlike the rest of the group, Mabel seemed to take quite the hit, tumbling a few feet with her cart landing over her small body.
"...Ugh," she muttered, managing to flip the thing over in a surprising show of strength. She rubbed her head quietly for a moment, expression completely unreadable... Before she broke into a wide smile.
"That. Was. Awesome!"
Before she could go on more about how cool and exciting the happening had been, something managed to catch Mabel's eyes.
"...Huh?" After staring a moment longer, the young brunette narrowed her eyes, placing her hands on her hips.
"Hey.... I know this place!" she exclaimed, grin quickly returning.
"This is that crazy lab-y place Wendy, Dipper, Soos and I- ...Wait, who're you?" Apparently, Mabel hadn't been expecting to see some girl there, and was rather confused by the sight.
"Oh HALLELUJAH! I knew somebody was bound to come around this way sometime. Weird abandoned mines are always begging for exploration in the movies. I just...didn't think it'd take so long. But you're here now, so that's all that matters--oh. Who am I? Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell..."
"There's a funny story about that, actually. See, earlier I ran into this dude down here while trying to find and take a shortcut. Mousy brown hair, a bit utterly focused and rambling on about the migration patterns of ants. I think. It kinda got jumbled up in the heat of the moment when some stranger sneaks up on you in a dark and scary place. Heh heh." She laughed nervously, pulling on her collar and eyes flickering over to the side where Hank's body rested, clearly having been choked to death judging by the bruising lining his throat.
"It was uh...only after that, when I realized I knew the guy! Hank Pym, from that series. Saturday morning cartoon style! I watched all the episodes, sooooooo good. Anyways, yeah he showed up in his good old pristine white labcoat outfit and temperament(Ugh Yellowjacket sucks) and one thing lead to another and yeah. If it helps when I realized I shot a pacifist I totally teared up, bawling but then I remembered he'll be back. Nobody ever dies unless its Uncle Ben, in which case he dies every single time. BUT THAT DOESN'T ANSWER YOUR QUESTION!" Gwen sidled up closer to Mabel with a cheerful grin.
"You can call me Gwenpool. It's actually Gwen Poole but everyone calls me that first one."
...
"I like the cut of your jib, lady!"
Yeah. Mabel must've missed the whole dead body and killing thing.
In any case, it was probably a good idea to start exploring. They seemed to have stumbled upon what, as Mabel had said, must've been some sort of lab. At least, at one point. There were odd things that looked like containment chambers, some broken devices, and even some sort of observation room. It couldn't hurt to take a peek around, but...
"...Oh. And look out for booby traps," Mabel warned, seeming semi-serious for a moment before bursting into a fit of giggles.
"...Haha, booby."
-Collab written by Hospes and C.T.-
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