Dippers pov
It was really quiet in the Mystery Shack today, which was odd since someone's always screaming about money, glitter, or monsters, there wasn't even any sign of waddles, and was it just me or did this place look more gloomier than usual?
"Hello?" I called. No answer. "If you're all hiding or something can you just come out?" I really hated surprises.
It was still quiet. "Dammit." I muttered, now I have to walk around the shack and wait for someone to pop out at me.
I decided to check the gift shop first, it's one of the bigger rooms in the shack with enough space for 4 people to hide. As I entered though I noticed a few things were off.
First of all it was the middle of the day and Grunkle Stan had a very strict rule of never closing the gift shop for potential customers to scam- I-I mean sell to.
Secondly the door to the lab was wide open, Ford has never been that careless. Not only that but the door to enter the gift shop was open as well, anyone could've walked in.
"Maybe it's a sign I should go down there?" I mumbled, although I really don't want to seeing as I have no idea who or what is down there.
Suddenly I noticed something on the floor, Mabels phone? She never went anywhere without it let alone leave it on the floor. Did something bad happen?
I picked it up and entered her password, maybe there was something on it that would give me some clue as to what happened.
Her last call was from a hospital, now I'm actually getting worried. What if Ford had a heart attack or something and they called Mabel to let her know? No that wouldn't happen, I'm the one on the emergency contact sheet not her so they would've called me. Maybe her girlfriend Pacifica? But that wouldn't explain why the door to the lab was open, Mabel is old enough to drive herself. And where is Grunkle Stan?
I decided to check outside, since around this time Stan was giving tours. Walking to the side of the house I noticed even more peculiar details. Stans fake eyepatch and cane were on the ground, as if carelessly tossed there. I also noticed the family car was gone, and its place were tire marks, the kind you make when you're driving really fast and really crazy.
"What's going on?" I wondered aloud, it seemed like everyone left in a hurry but to where? Was there really someone in the hospital? Who could possibly be-
I suddenly stopped my train of thought, I knew who was in the hospital, the one who's personal belongings I haven't seen laying about.
"Bill." I whispered, crap how could I forget about Bill?! He's always getting hurt ever since he moved in with us, it was his idea of fun.
I ran back inside and all the way up the stairs to the attic- we shared the room so Mabel could have her own- its not like I expected him to be there, but maybe there's a clue or at least my phone so I could call someone.
As I slammed open the door it was, as expected, empty.
Bills side of the room was disorganized and very yellow, I'll never understand how he can sleep in a bed covered with clothes, food crumbs, and old plates. Or how he can get out of said bed and not get annoyed by stepping on more of his week-old dirty clothes.
And then there was my side, everything was in its exact place and nothing was out of orde- wait what is that?
On the floor by my bed was a folded up piece of paper and on it were multiple spots of... blood?
I hesitantly made my way to it and picked it up, looking it over before sitting on my perfectly made bed and unfolding it.
It was a suicide note... and it was mine...
I almost laughed, there was no way this was real.
"Nice joke but this isn't funny guys!" I yelled to anyone in the shack who could hear me.
Taking a closer look, it looked scarily similar to my own handwriting, down to the way I write my P's with a small swirl at the end of it. It even sounded like something I would say if I ever wrote a suicide note; my fears, my insecurities, my secrets, it was all in there. The date in the corner was yesterday, b-but I would've remembered if I had actually...
A tear I didn't know I had fell down onto the paper, then another, and another until I almost couldn't read a few of the words. But its not like that mattered since I've been rereading it over and over again for the past few minutes, basically memorizing each word and picturing the sadness I must've felt when I wrote this-
But I didn't write it! I never wrote this and I never would write this.
Yet the similarity is uncanny...
No. NO! No I-I wouldn't do this to my family.
No matter how distant they've been the past few weeks.
I-I would never put people I love through something like this.
Even though they probably wouldn't care... I mean where even are they?
I took another look at the note again, the blood could've been someone else's right? How could it be mine?
I looked down at my wrists, nothing but old cuts from so long ago Bill hadn't even moved in with us yet. I looked around my entire body for any signs of blood and nothing but old scars and bruises from adventures and from self-punishment.
I didn't do this
I Didn't Do This
I DIDN'T-
"Pinetree?" Was that who I thought it was?
I looked up and saw none other than Bill Cipher standing in the doorway of our room, red eyed and wearing what looked like day-old clothes.
"B-bill? W-whats going on? Where is everybody?" He didn't answer for a minute, just staring at me in disbelief.
"Earth to Bill?" I stood up and walked over, waving my hand in his face which seemed to have snapped him out of whatever trance he was in.
"W-what?" He asked, shaking his head.
"What's going on?" I asked again, he gave me another confused look of disbelief.
"Y-you, you don't remember?" He asked so quietly it was almost whispered.
"What should I remember? Where is everyone?" He looked down at the note I still had in my hands and his eyes began to water.
"Bill?" I grew concerned, what was going on? I looked down at the note in my hand again, the possibility of that happening didn't seem too unbelievable anymore.
"D-did I...?" I looked up at him, seeing as he was a good 5 inches taller, waiting for his answer.
He looked away and closed his eyes, but slowly nodded his head.
I took a step back. So it was true then, I actually did it...
"Why can't I remember it?!" I asked, although if I'm being honest I'm not 100% sure I want to.
He didn't answer.
"Am I..." I couldn't even say the word, how could this happen? How could I be so stupid?
"You're not dead." He suddenly said. I looked up in shock, I wasn't?
"T-then where am I?" He took a deep breath before looking at me, sadness filled his eyes, an emotion I didn't even know he could possess.
"It'd be easier if I showed you everything." He mumbled.
Before I could answer or even ask what that meant he put his forehead to mine and it felt like I fell asleep.
