Fighting For Control V2.0 [Gravity Falls Fanfiction] [STALLED]

You're not fine

[I skipped the pre-post editorial ceremony. Feel free to point out mistakes. Not including xe's xes and xe is.]

Blood. It was everywhere. It soaked the corpses he- he just killed. It soaked his hands and body to no end. It was as if the dark, thick liquid had a small sheet covering his eyes. The room was dark his- no, their room. Shadows crept along the walls, not daring to touch Dipper's masterpiece. Dead bodies littered the room, more than what belonged there.

Soos, Wendy, Grunkle Stan and- Dipper held in a gasp and clenched his eyes shut. Mabel was there too.

He brought his head down, digging his palms onto his eyes and fell sideways, into something soft. He looked up and gave a hysterical sharp toothed grin. A flower bed of white roses encased his body, he was laying on it like a cushion. The bodies were still there, staining the pure flowers with the blood spilled by evil.

Dipper laughed, staining more and more purity with his bloody hands. He imagined each one was a soul, a body and a mind he could corrupt. Each one of these itty bitty insignificant flowers could be a person compared to him.

The world shook and the boy gasped. What has he done? What has he been doing?

In a sharp gasp and a cold sweat, he jolted up and awake. Hands shook him softly. As if testing the waters the person muttered his name. "...Dipper". Mabel had just woken her twin up.

"Bro? you okay? You were all sweaty and tense while you slept. Then you were whimpering, then tossing and turning a lot and-" Mabel asked.

A hand covered her mouth. "You watch me sleep?! For how long have you been doing this, Mabel?" He shouted in his hushed voice.

Slobber coated his hand and he flinched it back. Gross.

"Kinda... and only after the last Bill incident, but that's not the point, brobro. It's not only me who's worried, everyone is. We care about you." Mabel gently laid a hand on Dipper's shoulder, rubbing soothing circles against his flesh.

A sigh and a grumble was the only response given. "I'm fine, Mabel." He ground out. "Probably just need more sleep or something. If you seriously believe me not to be fine, I will be after I finally get some sleep." He squinted his annoyance at his sister. He knew she was worried and trying to help but- he was in a mood and didn't want to talk to her right now.

...An even more worried look blossomed on her face.

Ignoring it, he groaned and looked at the time. 6:18. No point in trying to sleep in. "Now get out so I can get dressed."

"...Can you tell me what your dream was about first?" Mabel asked.

The boy frowned. What was it about? Dipper shrugged. "I dunno... something bad. Look, I can't remember so let me get dressed."

Mabel hummed worriedly. She squinted in mock suspicion and cupped her chin. "Are you suuure?"

A smile cracked it's way on Dipper's face. "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure. Except I think there might've been flowers?"

"No wonder you were freaking out." Mabel joked. "Yeah, I'll leave you to get dressed. Just-... tell me if there's something wrong. K, bro?"

The light mood diminished. Dipper groaned, tossing his head back. "Gosh, yes. This is literally the billionth time I'm hearing this." Mabel gave him a look and he pouted. "Yeah, yeah I'll tell you."

Satisfied with the answer, Mabel exited the room. Her hair bounced behind her in rhyme with her pyjamdress. Not five minutes later, Dipper heard her scream "STAN'S MAKING SWEET SWEET STANCAKES! HALLELUJAH!".

The boy rolled his eyes and pulled on his everyday clothes. He hummed, patting his messy brown hair a few times before leaving his hat on his nightstand. The bags under his eyes were expected, since he barely slept last night.

The not remembering his dreams was hard as well... Especially waking up after every what felt to be intense part.

After getting dressed, Dipper walked downstairs. Every step squeaked and annoyed him to no end. Once in the kitchen, he plopped into his dining chair unenthusiastically. He leaned his head in his left hand.

"Ha! Who ran you over with a train? You look like a wreck." Stan teased as he served breakfast.

Dipper glared poison tipped daggers at Stan. The room fell silent, and Dipper let his mouth twist into a weird smile. The old man had to be put in his place at some point...

Well, he wasn't exactly. The old man and Mabel exchanged sevral odd and worried glances before deciding to eat in silence.

Silence. Dipper sighed and hummed happily, he liked it this way. The lack of noise soothed the developing headache he had. He grimaced at the thought of yet another headache. They were happening on and off like crazy.

After his last bite was thoroughly chewed and swallowed, he dropped his plate in the kitchen sink and klonked to the living room. The second he left, the others started to discuss.

"Yeesh, what's up with him? Did you guys fight? Do I need to get my camera?" Stan said, voice escalating in excitement each word.

Mabel shook her head. "No... This stupid thing happened during my sock opera and I was being such a stinky poophead I didn't realise how my brother felt about it... things happened."

Stan sighed. "Well, go see if you can brighten his spirits, ya know? I'll even let you pull Wendy out of work for a while."

Mabel gasped. "REALLY?! AHMYGOSH! YOU NEVER DO THAT!!" She tackled her Grunkle in a hug, wheezing with excitement.

The ceiling was interesting today. The wood grain traveled together, like sheep. It herded around the big knots like rocks and flowing water.

He'd stare at it with a weird sense of hope for hours ans hours on end. The world around him was nonexistent, empty and monochrome compared to his existential thoughts on the ceiling.
He'd carried this routine for sevral days. No one had bothered him before, until now that is. "Bro! Come look! Nerd stuff is invading your side of the bedroom!"

His head flicked to look at his sister angrily. "Mabel! I'm trying to think! Can you, like- just- be quiet?!" He went back to staring at the ceiling, sitting sideways on the couch.

Mabel's positivity faltered. It picked up again once she remembered her secret weapon. She hopped into the giftshop and tugged on the red headed cashier's flannel shirt. Wendy.

He still watched the ceiling blankly when Wendy's weapon was deployed. Dipper Pines was thinking about the world, still. He was thinking of how social standards are an illusion and so is political power when a dull point hit the side of his head.

Slowly, his head turned and his angry eyes locked with the red head's. "Hey dude. Welcome back," she started "the gang and I were planning on hanging out by the school-"

"I'd rather 'hang' you by your own entrails and laugh as your body drains of all it's blood." He ground out before sighing, annoyed and holding the bridge of his nose.

"Dude." Wendy said, frowning.

He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry just-" he gave an annoyed grunt. "Leave me alone, okay?"

The family (including Wendy and Soos) was worried. Something was wrong... and Mabel noticed his brother tried to cut his sleep completely. He only got more peeved and cranky as days went on.

One day, through she refused to admit it aloud, she knew he had snapped.