It had started innocently enough. Mabel, always the romantic, decided it was her mission to find you the perfect date. Gravity Falls, after all, was full of quirky people — surely someone was out there, just waiting for you.

She dragged you to mixers, set you up with random townsfolk, even made handmade “love coupons” for extra incentive. She was determined to make you happy.

At first, it was fun. You humored her, sitting through awkward milkshake dates at Greasy's Diner or cringing through painfully bad magic shows. Mabel would sit a few tables away, watching like a proud parent, giving you double thumbs-ups.

But something started to shift.

Each time she saw you laughing at someone else's joke, or smiling at a compliment that wasn't hers, Mabel’s chest twisted painfully. She would fidget in her seat, tearing at napkins, forcing wide, fake smiles.

The final straw came one afternoon when she found you walking back from the arcade... hand in hand with one of her "perfect matches."

She stopped dead in her tracks. You hadn’t noticed her yet, too busy talking and laughing.

Her stomach flipped. Her vision blurred.

Without thinking, Mabel stormed off, her heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else.

Later that evening, you found her sitting alone behind the Shack, kicking pebbles into the dirt.