The White Eyed Twins

In Which His Soul Escapes

Lunch turned out to be grilled cheese, which they ate together in the kitchen. Stan flopped onto the chair to watch Dog Judge, Mabel and Pacifica went back up to the attic and Dipper went down to the basement with Ford.

When they were all called up for dinner a few hours later, it was cereal, and Dipper joined Pacifica and Mabel upstairs so he could finally ask, "Pacifica?" Dipper started, and the blonde turned with a questioning hum, "Why exactly are you here?"

"Dipper!" Mabel exclaimed in a scolding tone, throwing the dirty pillow case she was changing at him.

"It's an honest question!" He called back, throwing that same pillow case back at her. The thing had holes in it and dirt practically imbued into the fabric and Dipper's nose crinkled up after it left his hands.

"It's not a worry, Mabel," Pacifica laughed, "My parents kicked me out when I came out as a Lesbian, so I switch between The Shack, The Gnome Cave, Candy's house and Grenda's house for the most part, sometimes I stay at Wendy's shack when her friends aren't crashing there and McGucket lets me hang out with him as a last resort," she explained, her hands moved as she spoke as per usual, waving aimlessly with no real intent.

"Oh," Dipper furrowed his brows and looked down, "Okay, thanks," he nodded to her, and she gave him a small smile. When Mabel whispered something Dipper caught as,

"Sorry about him, he's having 'Emotional Regulation Issues' according to our mom,"

He decided he might as well have left them in peace now that he had asked his question, and left the room as soon as his brain deemed it an appropriate to leave. Dipper headed down to the lab to vibe with Ford for a few hours before he headed in for the night.

After Dipper had left, Mabel spent the rest of the night chatting with Pacifica and setting up the electronic drum set she had left in the closet last summer (Her parents wouldn't let her have a real drum set, because she can only use headphones with an electronic one).

Dipper, on the other hand, ended up hanging out with Ford until 1am, mostly just helping him set up their new DD&MD campaign for this summer further than they already had earlier in the day. When he finally retired to his room, he was up until four in the morning reading.

"Mabel," Dipper shoved Mabel's arm, he was woken up a few minutes ago by Stan shouting upstairs that he'd made Stancakes, "Mabel, Grunkle Stan made Stancakes!" He said it in a more teasing or luring tone this time, rather than the dull, bored, and vaguely annoyed tone he used for her name.

It seemed to work, because Mabel snapped awake, sitting up, "Stancakes?!" they shouted, before looking around the room. Their excitement slipped away, and they frowned, "Awe, shit, I wanted stancakes," they muttered.

Dipper made a face, "Yeah, cmon, before Great Uncle Ford eats them all," he reached for their wrist, and Mabel shrieked, it's short (luckily) but loud and Dipper flinched violently.

"Dipper?!" they exclaimed, looking around the room as if they couldn't see him, before inevitably deciding to stare at Dipper's bed with a wide eyed look.

"Holy shit, Mabel, I'm right here," he grumbled, having leaned back and let go of his loose grip on the only person he'll touch willingly. When he finally saw that they had their view locked onto his bed, he rolled his eyes and turned.

Dipper isn't entirely sure what he expected to see, but it definitely wasn't his own body laying asleep in his bed, "Oh that's freaky," he whispered, as if he'd startle his body awake, "Ohh that's so fucking freaky,"

"Dipper, what's going on?" the elder twin kept their eyes firmly secured on his body, wondering if they'd finally lost their mind from drinking so much Mabel Juice over the years.