The Gravity Falls Annual Talent Show was supposed to be light-hearted. But the moment you and Mabel Pines locked eyes across the sign-up sheet, it was war.

—"You’re way too serious to win this," Mabel had said, hands on her hips and glitter in her hair.

—"And you’re too childish to be taken seriously," you’d shot back, arms crossed.

From that moment, the rivalry was on.

Everywhere you turned, Mabel was there — out-decorating, out-performing, out-shining you with her relentless energy and chaotic crafts. Meanwhile, you countered her with perfectly organized displays and meticulous skill. The whole town was eating it up.

At first it was fun — until it wasn’t.

It got personal. Too personal.

You found yourself wanting to beat her. Needing to.

Mabel, usually the sunshine of Gravity Falls, threw you glares sharp enough to slice through metal. She pulled no punches, and neither did you.

It all came to a head backstage during the final judging. The air between you was crackling with frustration.

—"You think you’re better than everyone!" she snapped, throwing a paper-mâché trophy into a bin.