Chapter 3

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3rd pov

Mabel was home first and she peeked into Dipper's room, and let out a soft gasp. Dipper had crawled into bed with Will and laid his head on Will's chest, he had an arm around Will's chest which was pulling him closer. Will had one arm on Dipper's hip and the other was in his hair, Will's face was nestled into Dipper's hair. Both boys were asleep and holding each other closely.

Mabel smiled softly. Growing up Dipper would never let anyone, with the exception of their mom and herself, touch him. He would flinch away and Mabel worried her brother was broken forever. Now she saw her brother cuddling someone else and her worries left her, she knew that Dipper would be able to open up to more than just her and their mom. He wouldn't die all alone.

She slowly and quietly closed the door and made her way downstairs, grabbing a small snack. She ate her snack then went upstairs and took a nap in her bed. When she woke up she heard shouting downstairs and she rushed down. She saw Stanford yelling, per usual, but what shocked her was that Will was yelling back.

"I can't believe you!"

Stanford shouted.

"It wasn't like that, Stanford!"

Will shouted back.

Mabel found her brother in the living room, his wrists bruising slightly.

"What happened?"

"Stanford saw us lying together and assumed the worst."

Dipper was gone, she was speaking to Mason now.

Dipper and Mason were respectably the same person, except that Mason was different. Mason was tough, rude, apathetic and unkind. Dipper cared, loved, empathized, and was always there to help his sister. Mason only came out when they were in danger, if that was with their dad or Stanford. Mason looked at his sister.

"Did you get hurt?"

He asked.

"No, I was asleep until the yelling woke me up."

"Good, stay next to me so I can protect you."

Mason pulled her near him so if anyone tried to hit her they would just hit him instead.

They heard the thud and Mabel rushed in while Mason tailed her. Mabel gasped. Stanford was on the floor, holding his nose while Will was standing in front of him
with his fists balled in anger, his horns and tail out and shining a bright blue.

"Say it again Stanford, I fucking dare you."

Will said, his tail whipped down in anger.

Mason stepped in front of his sister.

"You are nothing more than a lowlife, cock-sucking faggot."

Stanford said.

Mabel gasped and then Will got on top of Stanford, punching him repeatedly. Mabel moved past her brother and began to pull Will away. When she finally succeeded Will got up and dashed out the back door. Dipper was back and rushed after Will. Mabel, against her better judgment, ran after her brother. She saw that Will was on his knees, crying into her brother's shoulder.

She figured it was really personal for Will and didn't want to impose, so she turned around and went back. She found Stanford and began to bandage his wounds.

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