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

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Mabel stared up the stairs from the kitchen doorway. She looked back to Stan who claimed 'he was too old for this shit'. She watched Wendy rub her arms guiltily, as if she was just caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. Funny, she kinda was. They all were. Even if Dipper's statement was an overreaction, they felt guilty and rightfully so. (Though Stan would never admit it)

Mabel sighed, looking up the creaky steps to the attic. "...we should apologize. He could've had today, y'know?"

"...I dunno, dude." Soos said, it wouldn't have been heard if it weren't for the empty room.

"Apologize, Soos." Came Stan's voice. "No way I'm doing it, so you might as well. If not for you, for me."

Soos nodded. "I..." he pulled his hat down, an act of shame. The others could only assume for what. "Okay, Mr. Pines."

Wendy put her hand on Mabel's shoulder. "Might as well, right?"

Dipper reached out to the image of his friends (no, family), but it twisted and rippled like water. The images gradually brightened until all there was, was a blinding light.

Dipper closed his eyes, the light too much for his eyes to handle. He took the breath he hadn't realized he was holding and opened his eyes. He moved his arm, it obeyed his command and he sighed. A conscious dream. Finally.

He looked at the room he was in. It was as if he were awake, in his room. Except Mabel was gone and it was darker than he had ever seen it- barely seen it. A sharp gasp and he sat back on his dream bed. "N-n-no." He stuttered. "Don't you dare, world!" He shouted angrily.

He knew what was next. He didn't know how he knew, but he did. He backed away on his bed until he was sitting on his pillow. He watched the foot of the bed carefully. For every blink of his eyes his heart beat faster and an awful screech (something scraping against the wood floor) was heard.

He clenched his eyes shut. If he couldn't see it, it wasn't there. Sick screeches were still heard, constant now. He held his hands over his ears. If he couldn't hear it, it wasn't there.

An eye betrayed him and opened. Both widened as he gasped. That wasn't him. A mirror sat in front of him- no it wasn't a mirror. It wasn't. It was a window, right?

It was the kid from before, discolored eyes and an angry look. He was crazy. Dipper was not crazy. So... it cleary wasn't him. Clearly.

The kid wasn't him, if it was wouldn't it be moving with him? Dipper was still curled up on the floor when this crazy person stood up. See? Window.

Dipper stood afterwards and tipped up his hat, of which the other person (not him) did not have. He closed his eyes and took a breath.

Bam!

Dipper yelped as he jumped.

"Grrraaagh! Let me ouut! Please, let. Me. Gooo!" Not-him wailed. It pounded against the glass, tears of blood dripping down his cheeks, off his chin into a shallow pool on the floor.

Dipper watched and backed away with shaky legs. Slowly, he shook his head no. This guy is crazy. I can't just let him out... who knows what he'd do. Unpredictable.

The wood panels curled around his feet, wrapping Dipper's shins. He yelped, seeing his- not-him's crying face last.

He was spat out, landing on a ceiling of some sort. He fell instantly and a hand helped him up. Mabel.

She was distressed. "Just let me help you!!!" She cried. His sister was scared and worried. He wanted to tell her she could have anything she wanted, but he could not control his limbs.

She poofed into a cloud of black smoke and was everywhere- was everything. When he looked down all he seen was a glowing darkness. It surrounded him and everything.

He breathed. He sighed. He closed his eyes and looked up. Dipper released his breathless smile before hopping off the carpeted floor he sat on. This place was familiar. It... "We're in my house."

He looked around from where he stood to make sure. Everything was the same... just different. He straightened when he heard a child's laughter. The boy walked slowly, practically tiptoeing his way into the living room. Upon seeing what he seen next he bellowed a very manly "d'awwww~"

A small, well, it was a little Dipper. A smaller version of him, fluffier hair, chubbier cheeks and bigger eyes. He was sitting down by a gamecube (of which had been presently missing for years) yelling and making his own sound affects while playing as Toon Link. He- Present Dipper- couldn't stifle his laugh as he watched himself so determinedly throw virtual pigs in an equally virtual pen. Behind his mini-self something dark moved and his head snapped towards it. His mini shivered but didn't stop playing- something bad, something wrong Dipper's instincts chanted. Shadows morphed and distorted, three slowly came together to one acute point to make the shape of a-

Dipper Pines shot up, his eyes blinking open to a dark room. Red numbers blinked 9:57, the letters A and M following on his clock. He wiped his cold, yet sweaty, face and stretched lazily. He frowned, not angry nor upset, confused. For starters, he couldn't remember his dream, only confusion. Secondly, he couldn't feel his right eye. He frowned harder. He couldn't even see through it.

The boy sighed, getting up and walking to Mabel's side of the room. The mirror was covered in a bedsheet and a pink sticky note was stuck to it. "Heard your nightmares had mirrors in them..." he read off the glittery note, "hopefully they weren't ghost mirrors. Stop talking in your sleep... love, Mabel." He smiled sweetly and knew he had to apologize. "Leave it to Mabel to make me feel guilty and awesome at the same time..." he smiled.

Shaking his head, Dipper sighed. He sniffed and immediately smelled B.O. He lifted his arm, as if locating the source of the stink and gagged. Man, he needed a shower. He headed to the bathroom, bringing fresh clothes and his hat. He got in, placed his clothes on the nearby rack and headed straight for the mirror. "WOAH! Wow. Don't see that everyday." He flinched at his reflection, more specifically his right eye. -okay not his right eye. His sclera was... tinted yellow, which was an obvious sign of infection or something- jeez that was viscous.

Although- the longer he looked at it, the more odd and almost familiar the eye became. He closed the one eye he could feel and sighed, he turned around and turned on the shower. He could see through his right eye again- which was a good sign.

After the shower the got dressed to see if all was normal, to his relief it was. His mouth turned up and he made his way downstairs to the kitchen. Brunch, it seemed his family was eating. He felt a nervous heat rise to his cheeks upon entering, he grabbed one of his arms and rubbed it anxiously. He cleared his throat loudly before speaking in his embarrassed tone. "I... I freaked out yesterday and th- that was unfair of me. I mean, people gossip and you guys were worried and- I'm sorry."

Mabel bounced up and wrapped her brother in her arms. "We're sorry too, Dipper. We talked about it- we all are. I'm so happy you're happy now. Yourself. Not to be rude, but you were kinda a grump the other day."

Dipper hugged his twin back. "Myself again..." he muttered. He sighed and closed his eyes. When they opened, he continued reading his journal. His stomach was full and he had already ate. He... ate? He wasn't hugging his sister anymore...?

He book was lowered and he stared panicked at the ceiling, as if it could answer his very confused brain.