Mabel slept most of the way to the Nightmare realm. When she awoke, it was dark outside. Small lights flew by. Groggily, she sat up and looked out the window. Her eyes widened and she gasped softly. As a child, whenever she had heard stories of the Nightmare realm, it had always sounded so terrible. Rivers of blood, man-eating trees, rocks that were secretly people but were shy about that fact so they killed anyone found out, disembodied toes that would whisper rude things about people behind their backs. The sky was supposedly a poisoned yellow, bloody red, or endless black. But when Mabel looked out the window of the carriage, what she saw wasn't so terrible. Rather, it was actually quite beautiful.

There was a blur of deep forest as the carriage sped on. Floating orbs of light were interspersed through the trees. There were lovely lakes and rivers. On their surfaces, the sky was reflected. Galaxies and stars twinkled in the night sky. The moon was huge here, and its edges shimmered and moved. Mabel saw a glowing white figure in the distance and her mouth dropped open. A unicorn! It looked at her and then ran off.

"Enjoying the view?"

Mabel turned around. Bill was looking at her with a grin on his face from his seat across from hers. She blushed, slightly embarrassed.

"You haven't answered," Bill commented.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. It's just that I've always heard that the Nightmare Realm is this horrible gorey place but this is actually really pretty and I wasn't expecting that and now I'm rambling…" Mabel trailed off. She was sure her face was getting redder each second.

Bill laughed. "Well, most parts are like that. But I figured you would enjoy this route." He snapped his fingers and a glass of champagne appeared in his hand. Taking a sip, he asked her, "Want anything?" Mabel shook her head and Bill threw the glass out the window. He leaned towards her, eyes faintly glowing light blue. "My dear Shooting Star," he purred, holding her hands in his. Mabel felt her entire face heat up. "We are to be married in two weeks. I want you to feel comfortable with me." Bill lightly kissed her hand and then let go of it, giving her a wild grin. He leaned back in his seat, the glass miraculously back again.

Mabel felt dizzy. What was that? Why was he being so nice? He was a chaos demon; a ruthless ruler who killed and ruined lives for fun. But, then, just then, she felt good. A romantic ever since she was a little girl, Mabel had always dreamed of one day marrying someone who doted on her and looked at her with such love in their eyes. She pet Waddles, looking absentmindedly out the window. She had promised everyone that she would be cautious of Bill, but she still couldn't shake the warm feeling she'd had.

Gazing out the window, Mabel began to see houses here and there, until finally the houses and other buildings were close enough to be considered a city. The streets varied in size, some being wide enough to fit Pacifica's castle in, others being so small that only small creatures could make their way through. The buildings varied just as much. The Nightmares of the city looked at the carriage curiously. Once they realized who was in it, they began grinning and yelling and running towards the castle. One Nightmare with particularly large teeth looked straight at Mabel. She repressed a shudder and moved away from the window. Looking across from her, Mabel realized with a slight panic that Bill had disappeared. Waddles looked at her curiously, tilting his head. He gently nudged her with his snout, causing her to giggle. Mabel pat his head. Her smile fell from her face. She was beginning to feel afraid again. "Oh Waddles," she whispered.

The carriage then came to a sudden halt. A crowd outside was talking excitedly, noisily, curiously (hungrily?) in many different strange tongues. She heard a loud voice - Bill - announce something; what it was, she couldn't understand. The crowd became even louder. Mabel's heart started pounding. She felt nauseous, dizzy, out-of-breath. She was able to handle Bill (how she wasn't sure; heck, she wasn't entirely sure she really could handle him), but all those Nightmares. All those teeth. All those claws. Mabel started shaking and she desperately wished for once in her life that she wasn't wearing a formal dress. She wanted one of her big, cozy, knitted sweaters. She wanted to curl up into a ball and go to sweater town - something she hadn't done since she was thirteen. Mabel closed her eyes tight and willed everything to just be a bad dream.

And then, miraculously, the noise dissipated. Mabel slowly opened her eyes. She was still in the carriage. She looked outside. They were parked in front of the most confusing building Mabel had ever seen. There was a grand set of steps leading to a large hall. Branching off of the hall in all directions was a maze of towers, halls, etc. Floating atop the strange structure was a large inverted pyramid. The sky above it was an odd mix of colors that constantly moved and shifted. Mabel groaned. Looking at the sky here was not helping her nausea.

The door to the vehicle opened. Bill offered up his hand. "We're home, dear." Mabel stood up slowly and climbed down with the demon's help. Waddles hopped out after her. "Your things have already been taken to your room," Bill informed her.

Mabel nodded, still trying not to look up. She looked at the stairs and her shoulders sagged. It wasn't that she couldn't walk. She and Dipper went on long 'adventures' in the woods all the time. But she was tired and still felt slightly sick. Bill seemed to notice this. He turned to her, took her hand, and suddenly they were in a large room. Bill gestured grandly. "Welcome, Mabel Pines, to the Fearamid's luxury room!"

"Fearamid?"

"You saw the castle, yes?" Bill asked. He didn't wait for her to answer. "The main part of it is the pyramid in the middle, a.k.a. the Fearamid." Bill looked at the door, then back at Mabel. "I have some business to attend to. Take some time to get used to your room. Don't worry about unpacking anything; it's all been brought up and put away." The demon walked to the door, stopped, and added, "You may roam around if you wish." And with that he left.

Mabel took a deep breath and looked around the room. The walls were light blue. A magnificent crystal chandelier hung over the middle of the room from a high ceiling. The floor was white marble; various rugs covered the floor. There were several large windows, a few bookcases, desks, shelves, a closet, etc. There was a large canopy bed. Mabel ran her fingers down the sheets, then pressed her hand into it. It was incredibly soft. She smiled, pleasantly surprised. Not even bothering to take off her clothes, she jumped onto the bed. She pat the bed so that Waddles would hop up. He did so and curled up by her feet. Mabel scratched his ears and then lay down. Her eyes closed and almost at once she fell into a deep sleep.