Nightmares Can Only End In Tragedy. Right? (Billdip)

Reality Hits You Like a Rock (Ch. 2)

"AH-!" Dipper yelled as he jolted up from his bed, pulling his knees to his chest as he gasped and panted for air, trying to calm himself down. He looked around the room, slightly relieved to find his surroundings to just be the conjoint room he shared with his twin sister. He heard shuffling from beside him, he then looked over to see his sister sitting up, staring at him annoyed.

"Let me guess. Nightmare? Look Dipper- I know that summer had you traumatized or whatever- but you need. To get over it. We cant keep dealing with this crap you pull about nIgHtMaReS." Mabel spoke harshly, with venom twisting in her tone as she spoke with an attitude. Dipper felt hurt, betrayed by what his sister has said and slightly stuttered as he spoke up.

"Mabel. These nightmares arent just nightmares. I feel everything that happens- sometimes I get marks if I'm harmed. How can they be. Just. Nightmares." He slightly reached to his shoulders, shaking slightly as he got up and walked towards Mabel's mirror, pulling his shirt down from where his shoulders hung. He gasped slightly before dashing to turn the light on.

"Mabel- I told you! See!" He raised his voice while showing Mabel red marks that resembled hands layed across his shoulders. The marks seemed to have a part at the bottom where the nails would be, showing slight blood drops from puncture wounds. Mabel muttered something annoyed but also slightly worried, yet was left unheard by Dipper.

"Dipper- I don't know how. But I know. You faked this." Mabel spoke harshly.
"I didn't." Dipper responded with haste as he walked away from Mabel, heading to their bathroom.

He slammed the door shut, locking it as he walked away from it, taking a seat on the toilet as he tried to calm himself down.

Around a minute later he stood up, hearing the door to the bedroom on the other side open and boot footsteps trailed behind. He sighed, and then grabbed rubbing alcohol and cotton balls from under the sink. He slightly moved his shirt to the side so he could apply the rubbing alcohol with the cotton balls. He winced slightly as it touched the small puncture wounds.

Someone knocked on the door a little violently, causing him to be startled and jump, dropping the rubbing alcohol on the floor, the liquid spilling everywhere.

"Dipper- what the hell are you doing in there?! Are you alright?!" a gruff voice called out from behind the door.
"I'm fine-!" He responded yelling back
"Alright, can you come downstairs when you're done- with whatever you're doing? I need to speak with you." The man behind the door said grumbling as he walked away slightly stomping.

Dipper hurried down after cleaning his mess and changing into a new outfit.

"You needed me?" Dipper said while taking a seat at the dining table.
"Mabel said you had a nightmare. And then you apparently showed a mark on your shoulder that showed something that happened in your nightmare. Is that true?" Ford spoke seriously while placing a plate of eggs on the table in front of Dipper

"I can show you." He said while pulling his shirt to the side to show the small irritated punctures and reddened skin. Ford sighedm
"What happened in this nightmare of yours?" Ford looked Dipper in the eyes as he sat down in front of him.

"I- I was for some reason climbing a tree... I slipped multiple times catching myself as I heard Bill in the distance laughing. He called out for me. He was looking for me. I don't know why. Moments later someone or something had grabbed my shoulders. Tightly. It hurt. The nightmare had hurt me. Once it grabbed me I got startled and woke up in a sweat and was gasping. Thats what my nightmare was about-" Dipper paused a lit in between each sentence.

"Bill was looking for you? And you heard him?" Ford sighed, and then got up.

The next words hit Dipper like a rock.
"It was probably a lucid dream and perhaps you got those yesterday, when you Were in town? The marks of course I'm talking about. " Ford said and then off to the vending machine.