Covering Up The Inside [Updates Stalled]

Chapter 2

Picture is just to show how nerd hipster Bill has become. Has nothing to do with the story... just showing what version I'm imagining.

Stan watched as Dipper gradually drained himself. The younger Pines collapsed. His deer legs buckled before he fell to his grass littered floor and began snoring immediately. Stan sighed. It seemed that every day his great nephew had to wear himself out.

Stan shifted back to his watch guard position as quickly as possible. He could've sworn he heard rustles. His eyes flashed defensively as he glared in the direction it came from. His low hum threatened to roar if any damned creature decided to touch his house.

...and family.

"Relax. It's me. Just on a night walk, Mr.Pines." A voice spoke. Wendy leaped through the bushes onto a patch of clovers. "Are the twins around?"

Stan relaxed himself and sighed, crouching with a hand holding his tired head up, rather than the aggressive, animalistic pose he held before. "Dipper's sleeping." He replied.

"Is Mabel here, or is she still using that crazy method of getting boys?" Wendy asked.

"Still by the lake, drowning guys until she finds one that won't scream. At least she's doing something, I guess."

"How long's Dipper been sleeping?" She asked.

"Just now." Stan said, a bit grumpily. "He won't be in the mood to play for a few days... he..." Stan couldn't really bring himself to say it. No one really could. "He did it."

"What? Boo! That sucks dude. I mean, Mabel's different, Robbie, every one who's... who's given up on humanity is-" Her voice turned harsh and a bit broken. "Really different y'know?"

Stan didn't want to see her cry. So he closed his eyes and pretended to rub them out of irritation. "Yeah, I know. Why don't you go home, I'll get ya when he wakes up."

The werewolf cleared her throat. "You got it, Mr. Pines." She smiled before yelping, getting pulled into the ground, sinking like quicksand by the clovers she stood on.

Stan turned abruptly to Dipper's window as the red werewolf continued to drown. The kid was sleeping peacefully. What the-? Only Dipper had that kind of magic! He turned back to see Wendy gone. He shook his head and crouched back into his original position. The house was fine, so everything was fine. He'd have to warn the family when they wake up, or at least ask Dipper about it.

Dipper smiled, eyes still closed in his false slumber. Only twitching his ear in slight happiness it was finally quiet. Dark blue flowers, that smelt of rain and pine, bloomed in the room as well, despite the obvious lack of sunlight.

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Light shone through the attic window, the blue flowers long gone. The sun captured Dipper's eyelids in it's light, causing them to open gently. Flutter, even. The brown curls on Dipper's head stood up stubbornly, and he noticed. He stood up and stretched both deer and human limbs. Vines whipped around him, fixing his curly brown hair, along with grooming his lighter deer fur. Yellow flowers that smelt of honey vined together atop his head and cut themselves with his antlers, creating a wonderful gold crown type wear.

Another vine nudged him gently. It looked out of place and somewhat different than the others. The smaller, pale and seemingly more fragile vine was holding a familiar blue and white hat. "Heya Pinetree." Echoed through his mind. He huffed angrily and glared at the vine with red eyes, making it shrink down. He couldn't even wear it anymore anyways. Antlers and all.

Three sharp knocks on the door and Dipper calmed, looking to the entrance and ordering the vines to retreat with a flick of his wrist. "Dip, your sister wants to see you. Something about initiation?" A gruff voice said. Pretty sure it was Ford.