guilty pleasure

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3rd Person POV

Dipper had decided to go somewhere quiet and where he would relax a bit. Before Dipper started living with Bill, he would usually go to the library to relax. Though Dipper wasn't really allowed to leave the mansion without Bill, and right now Dipper wanted to be alone.

But luckily, around a week ago, Dipper had found a room inside the mansion, around as big as his own, and the room was like a little study. The walls were filled with books and there were a few small couches in the middle.

The mansion had many rooms and studies that nobody used, so Dipper just decided to use that room as a library since there were many books.

The brunette started heading towards the study and soon arrived there. He took a random book that seemed interesting and started reading.

It wasn't before Dipper had sat down and relaxed that he realized how tired he actually was. He only slept a few hours last night since he couldn't really fall asleep before Bill had decided to come sleep with him.

And he hadn't really slept the night before either, or just slept at all after finding that knife that could possibly kill Bill. Almost as soon as Dipper had found a comfortable position in the couch and relaxed his body, he started to drift off.

It wasn't long before the book Dipper was holding dropped on his chest as he started snoring softly.

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"Where are we going, Mabel?" Grenda asked. The four had already walked out the forest and were now walking through the streets, just blindly following Mabel.

"To a friend of Dipper's," Mabel said.

Candy, Grenda and Pacifica exchanged looks. Dipper never really had many friends, he was always so occupied with being with his great uncle or staying at home in general.

"Which friend exactly?" Pacifica asked.

"I think you guys have met him," Mabel said as they stopped up in front of a tall apartment. It was an old, tall building that was something between a motel for tourists and a home for broke students since it was really cheap.

Mabel tried pushing the doorknob but it didn't budge, it was locked. Though the brunette didn't seem to plan on giving up as she continued pushing.

"Uh, Mabel? I think it's locked," Candy pointed out.

"Nah, the lock is rusty and the landlord never bothered to fix it," Mabel said.

"That doesn't sound very safe, people should be able to lock these things," Pacifica commented.

"Well, there isn't really anyone who would want to rob this place. Or maybe if there is anyone, they would probably not be from around here and think this door is locked and give up," Just as Mabel said that, the door gave out a loud creaking sound before opening. "There!"

Grenda and Candy just shrugged as they followed Mabel inside while Pacifica was shocked and wondered who even would live in a place like this, she was used to five stars hotels and motels after all, and she couldn't imagine staying in a place like this.

The stairs were very steep, they were made out of hard, cold cement and were extremely dirty. The walls had cheap, white paint that was half peeled off, but luckily there was spray paint that covered all that... yeah that didn't really make it look any better.

When they arrived at the third floor, Mabel stopped in front of room nr. 9 and rang the doorbell. Though they got no answer.

Mabel then rang the doorbell again, but with no answer once more.