☆•°𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕣'𝕤 ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕟°•☆[Billdip]

[☆•°ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚: 𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕖°•☆]

"Dipper! Wakey-wakey eggs and-" Mabel was cut off with her brother being gone. "Dippy?" She turned around and screemed, "RAHHHH!" Dipper shouted. They both laughed, "You shouldn't do that, you'll give me a heart attack!" Mabel exclaimed, getting up with Dipper's help. "Let's go get breakfast!" Mabel said hurriedly, before scurrying downstairs. Dipper following after, but peering at his mirror before. It's surface shone brightly before disappearing and returning to its plain reflecting state. Dipper had an idea, he grabbed the mirror and shoved it before his doorway and touched it, making it shoot him across the stairs and down onto the floor. "WOOOOO!"

Mabel watched as her brother flung down beside him. "Uh, is that normal?" Stan gave her the, we are in Gravity Falls, what here is normal? Look. Mabel nodded and sat down upon her chair at the table, where Ford had already been sitting. Tinkering with a new invention. "What'cha making, Ford?" Mabel asked looking at what was on the table. "Something for Dipper," he spoke. Speaking of Dipper, he came into the dining room and sat at the table with his family. His finger red again. "Now Dipper, I don't want you to use your mirror to travel everywhere, you hear?" Ford said, standing up and giving Dipper his invention. "This should keep any demons away from you, here." Dipper nodded, turning it on. The device shocked Dipper and we winced in pain and started shaking his hand.

"That's weird, maybe I did something wrong when I made it." Dipper shrugged and relaxed himself. "Not sure, it could just be something wrong with me.." Dipper said, scooting away from the device. "Nonsense, Dipper. You're completely fine. Not to mention, human." Ford said, emphasizing 'Human'. Dipper nodded and examined his hand, making sure it wasn't damaged. His palm was a little red, while the rest of his hand was definitely pink. "More shocks, yay!" He said, drawing out the 'yay' for a couple seconds longer. "What was that, Dipper?" Ford asked, looking Dipper dead in the eyes. "Nothin, Ford." Dipper said, looking away from his grunckle. "Mhm." Turning away from Dipper and sitting back down, Ford grabbed out a news paper and started reading it.

"Who wants StanCakes!" Breaking the award tension between Ford and Dipper, and almost as staged, Stan walked into the dining room and set down 4 plates, each one corresponding to who sat there. "Eat up! We have a long time before lunch!" He happily said, sitting down beside Mabel and digging in. Mabel and Ford followed suit, but Dipper stared at his plate with his mind bubbling anxiously. What if he was a demon? What if- a voice snapped him out of his mind, "Dipper?" It was Ford's. "Huh?" Dipper asked, looking over to Ford. "You going to eat?" He asked, Dipper nodded, grabbing his fork and shoving the whole cake into his mouth. His mind still spun, anxiety and fear taking it over.

What would Ford do to him if he was an actual demon? What if it was actually Bill taking him over again? Would Ford try and kill Dipper if it were the case? So many possible endings, so much to worry for. Just enjoy the time you have alive... Dipper though to himself, finishing his StanCakes. He sighed and took his plate to the sink. His mind playing on loop. The same questions, the same worries. Dipper shook his head and ignored everything that was being thrown at him, then grabbed his backpack and headed out into the woods. That should cheer him up! Facing the door, and hand reaching to grab the handle, he stopped when a voice spoke behind him.

"Boy! Where are you going?" Identifying the voice as Ford's, and sighed. "The woods, where else? The Gleeful's?" Dipper said, sarcastically. Turning the knob of the door, he swung it open. "Be careful now-" Slamming the door shut, and walking out to woods, Dipper entered the thickness of the trees. Since him and his sister got there, their grunckles have had them locked within town limits. The woods was banned to them both, not that Mabel minded. Dipper needed a break from everything that's been happening to him lately, so he decided to come out and break his first rule from them. "Stupid Ford.. stupid demons... stupid magic." He grumbled. Dipper had been thinking about mostly every possible outcome of this new trick of his, and he'd been too wrapped up to notice a statue sitting infront of him. Tripping over it, he landed on his chest.