Bad Romance [billdip]

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QUICK A/N: This chapter is a bit short because there's a lot of plot development and I needed to split it into multiple chapters to prevent an extremely long chapter. Sorry loves~ 

DIPPER'S POV | Written Oct 22, 2015 

"Mabel, there's nothing wrong with me," I say, for about the five hundredth time today. 

"Are you sure, Dip-Dop?" she asks, crossing her arms. "I mean, you haven't been able to get a good night's sleep except when you asked Bill to sleep with you."

"You make it sound like I actually did something with him," I mumble. She scoffs.

"You wish you could, Broseph," she giggles. I roll my eyes. "But don't change the subject!"

"I'm not," I say. "I don't want to talk about Bill."

"Anyway," Mabel says, glaring at me, "you need help. Maybe a therapist. Something, Dipper! These nightmares, or whatever they are, need to stop."

"It's not a dream or a nightmare. It's the Mindscape," I tell her. "I did some research at the library the other day and I couldn't find it. Only something similar, called the Dreamscape, in a science fiction novel about these weird things called dream demons."

"Dip, have you ever thought that maybe those things are actually real?!" Mabel hollers. I shush her, trying to keep her from waking Ford and Stan. It was nearly two in the morning, and she'd been scolding me ever since Bill left. It's been a solid twenty-six hours. Basically, she's driving me nuts.

"Considering this is Gravity Falls," I pause, taking a moment to collect my thoughts. "I guess."

"Maybe Ford knows about these 'dream demon' thingies you found!" she beams, her white teeth nearly glowing in the dark room. The only light was being emitted into the room was the moonlight from the window. I could barely make out the shapes in the room, but at least I knew where some things were so I wouldn't blindly run into them.

"Mabes, it's late," I say. "We can't ju-"

"Kids?!" 

"Good job, Mabel," I huff before shouting a response to Stan. "Yeah, that's us!"

"What are they babbling about?" I hear Ford ask his twin brother.

"Something about dream demons," Stan responds. The door bursts open.

"Dream demons are dangerous!" Ford shouts. "Have you encountered one? Are you alright? Are either of you hurt, or possessed?"

"Calm down, Grunkle Ford!" Mabel says, immediately running over to the man. "We're okay."

"What about dream demons, then?" he asks. "Dipper?"

"I want to know about them," I say, not daring to reveal my mind-boggling dreams that always end in a frightening way. "What's the 'dreamscape'?" 

"That's the only place where a dream demon can talk to a human," Ford answers, pulling Journal 2 out of his lab coat. How he fit those in there, I guess I'll never know. 

Ford flips through the pages, passing numerous sketches, notes and comments about some inter-dimensional portal that had the shape of an isosceles triangle. A few moments later, he paused, showing a page. I furrow my eyebrows, biting my lip. I couldn't believe what I saw.

"Bill Cipher," I read hastily, yanking the book from my Grunkle's grip. "Bill has proven himself to be one of the friendliest and most trustworthy individuals that I've ever encountered in my life. What a guy! I honestly can't trust him more. Not evil in any way, Bill is a true gentleman."

"No no no!" Ford yells. "That's crossed out for a reason!" I glare at him.

"Liar Monster. Snappy Dresser," I continued, skimming the numerous sketches of an odd triangular shape that had a bow tie, a cane, and a very tall top hat. "Can't be trusted. Do not summon at all costs." 

"Dipper, how did you even hear about a dream demon?" Stan asks, scratching the back of his head. 

"Someth-"

"Mabel, not now," I hiss, reading more of the pages. "This odd, triangular being has appeared in my dreams every night for weeks. Abilities include apportation, clairvoyance, cross-dimensional awareness, illusion manipulation, intangibility, innate capability, laser manipulation, levitation, molecular manipulation, nightmare inducement, possession, precognition of potential scenarios, pyrokinesis, size shifting, telekinesis, and telepathy." 

"Wow, what can this guy not do?" Mabel asks in astonishment. I sigh.

"Is it possible that this dream demon can become a human?" I ask Ford. 

"Not unless he posses a body," he pauses, placing a hand on his chin. "Unless there's something I don't know about him." 

I nod in acknowledgement as I pass by the two Stan's and Mabel, making my way out the door. 

"Bro-Bro, where are you going?!" Mabel shouts, trying to follow me. Ford and Stan step out the room, watching me as I run down the stairs and out of the Shack. 

"Dipper!" I hear her holler. I run faster through the darkened pathway that leads to town, ignoring my sister's worried remarks. 

I slow down my speed as I reach more and more buildings. Gravity Falls as a bit of a ghost town at night. A lot of people who lived here liked to disbelieve the supernatural, most of them being in denial of the sightings of the little gnomes who loved to steal Lazy Susan's pies and the undead who liked exiting their graves randomly throughout the day. It was kind of sad, really. So much supernatural stuff happened throughout one day here, it was almost... Normal. 

Passing by numerous buildings of shops that were closed, mostly because it was 3:26 AM, I found the place I was looking for. It was a medium-sized building that reminisced a yellow-black pyramid, even though the building itself wasn't triangular at all. It had a few windows here and there; built entirely by bricks. The door was a deep dark ember, with a handle that looked like the Eye of Province.  

"Bill Cipher," I whisper, knocking on the door and anxiously awaiting my fate.