Over the Falls

Chapter 9

WIRT

Wirt's eyes opened. His cheeks were wet and his eyes felt puffy. He rubbed them. He looked over at Bill who was still asleep.

Wirt took a shaky breath to calm himself, not wanting the demon to have known he was crying.

The two had stopped as night had fallen. Wirt had been angry that they had found no more clues to lead them to the beast (and Greg), and Bill had gotten tired again.

Wirt hadn't dreamt of Greg. He didn't dream, he didn't sleep. His mind just...wandered. Somehow, he wandered to Greg... Greg had to have been close.

That was it.

Greg was close.

"Wake up," Wirt whispered aggressively at Bill, shaking his shoulders.

Bill groaned. "Eight more years..."

"I'll kick you!"

Bill jumped up. "You really are a beast!"

"Shut up." Wirt grabbed Bill's wrist and sprinted through the trees, dodging every branch and twig with ease. Bill was not as skilled as the boy dragging him along.

"Ow, ow, ow, hey! Hold your horses!" Bill yelled at him, yanking his wrist away. "What're we doing?"

Wirt's eyes were illuminated, full of anxiety. "We're getting Greg, he's close, he's close, Bill."

"How do you know? We haven't seen any trace of him,"

"I heard him! I dreamt of him!" Wirt practically yelled, still moving forward in anxious hops.

Bill stared at him for a second. "You were dreaming?"

"No, I don't know, ugh, not really, it doesn't matter, we have to go." Wirt's words stumbled over each other. He grabbed Bill's wrist again and sprinted through the forest.

BILL

Beast boy was dreaming.

Bill ignored the branches that smacked his head.

Dreaming...means I can get into that twisted head.

I can find Dipper...