New Start

New Start Part 2

The shack was surprisingly comforting at night. I was a little startled by that fact...
I slightly squeezed Aaron as a feeling I never felt before acted as I was surveying my surroundings at the same time when Ford kicked the door closed.
I released the feeling through the air when I realized I need not fear.
"I'm sorry that there's not a spare room, but I can offer the recliner in the living room." I turned his way,
"That'll be fine." I had to think for a second to stop myself from walking straight to it,
"Um..where is the living room?"
He kindly excorted me to the base of the few stairs leading down to the room.
"This is where you can sleep. I'll go get some blankets and...maybe my niece could knit some clothes for your son." I chuckled to not arose suspesion,
"It's a long story." He took the bait, not questioning with a smile.
Why does he keep looking at me like that? He keeps his thoughts so jubbled, I can't tell.
"That's alright. I got to get back to..my, um...work. Good night." He waved while walking off with that same curiously akward face. I waited until I heard some kind of noise to inform me he left, like a door.
I sat Aaron up in the recliner between the cushion and arm rest, tucked in before wondering off to the upstairs bathroom. The creaking of the boards was like a siren to my ears. Each step I took, I wished it was my last. Relief fell upon me when I reached the top of the staircase.
Was it to the right, or to the left...??
My head shot both directions before realizing it was to the left on the side of the hall I was on. I ventured along the wall, bumping my filled pocket. Out of curiosity, I looked down to find two black elbow length gloves sticking halfway out, folded neatly. I didn't feel like taking them out, so I just kept walking, reaching my destination soon after.
When I looked in the mirror, I was shocked by my appearence that had been seen.
Oh my god.
"I look like the Mad Hatter's son...no wonder why I kept getting funny looks."
What the heck?
My clothing seemed to be from last century, not to mention my once black hat now had cloth strips sewn into it, plus a piece of paper being held up by a long band of yellow fabric. My hair was blonde, freckles covered my face, an eye held up a part of my outfit, my nose was tipped red, like Dipper's, and my eyes were a light yellow. I rapidly flung the eye piece down after ripping it off. I then mended the fabric before picking up the eye and flushing it down the toliet. As I was fixing the odd add-ons to my hat, I suddenly heard a large crash from below as a flood of red light shone from the cracks in the floor and window. Concerned after the minature earthquake that followed, I ran downstairs leaving my hat to find Aaron cringing.
"Thank the Underworld you're okay." I picked him up, trying to soothe his spirit,
"I can't loose you this early." I brushed some of the dust off the recliner and fixed the cracked ceiling above us before sitting.
"He has to do his dumb tests this late!" I yelled under my breath. I waited to hear him exit to check on us, but of course he didn't. 'He doesn't want to get caught doing his study.'
He could've still pretended to have come from his room, woken by it.
"Don't do that!" I barely screamed it out to warn Aaron not to mess with his hair while lost in thought. I pulled his hands back down to his chest and fixed his hair to hide his birthmark.
"If they ever see that, they'll know who we are." He was staring at me blankly.
"Hehehe. Seems I'm going to be talking to myself a lot now." I petted his hair, running my fingers through it, sometimes getting tangled.
"Tomorrow morning - Well 4:00 am- we'll sneak out. We can just steal you some clothes from the gnomes for now." He started giggling, grinning.
"What are ya thi-......tell me you didnt....you Didnt......." I lifted him up to gaze down at my pants where I had just felt something warm run down.
"Eawwwww....Aaron!!" There was pee stained clearly on my brown pants. If he hadn't been half human still, it would have burned right through them too. Disgusted, I tried wiping it off with the t-shirt that had caught some of the drizzle.
Nothing. It didn't work. Only smeared it, making the stain more visible to the eye.
"Thanks a lot." I told him sarcastically as I glared him down from my side of the recliner to his. He seemed to get the point, but still laughed.
Out of all the powers I have, I don't have one to clean clothes..
"Dipper always wore the same clothes and they were always clean each day...
What did you use?" I knew he had no idea what I was talking about, but I don't like to be ignored.
"Oh you can just buy some new ones." I mimicked his old voice,
"Stealing them sounds more fun." I converted back,
"Whatever you say, 'Da-" I was cut off once again from my words as I heard a new voice,
"Hehehe. Wy are wou twalking two eurself?~" I looked beside me to see an older version of Di-I mean Aaron. Just slightly older too.
I forgot that it's only so long a demon baby exists, or even part demon because of the responsibility almost none of us have time for. And I thought I was going to have to put up with it, using magic of course.
When was the last time I even saw a young child...six, seven thousa-?
"Hell-woo?"My thoughts were interrupted by him.
"Here, you want to talk," I pulled the spread off the back of the chair, "cover yourself with this."
"But I dwont know how?"
"It's not that difficult." I threw it over him, covering his head before folding it down. He writhed under the sheet, adjusting his position to give me a dubious look,
"Why are you so mean two mwe?~" He looked at me with big eyes, which would have been adorable if it wasn't for his one, actually creepy, clear eye.
"Why do you slur a few words?" He pouted, upset,
"See. Wou're a meanie." He gruffed and crossed his arms.
"Aw, come on kid. You know I care for you." I placed him in my lap.
"Provv it."
"Fine. I bet Stan has some ice cream in the fridge."
"What's ice cwream in the frwidge, and what's a Stan?"
"Uh..don't worry about it for now. Stay here." He grabbed my arm as I got up, not letting me go.
"But I want two go wit wou." He whined in a distressed tone.
"I'm not going very fa-"
"Nwo!!" He clinged onto my arm, wrapping his legs around my forearm while his arms were compressing my muscles in my arm like they were nothing.
"Ow! Hey! Kid!" I yelped as he only held on tighter as I tried tugging him off.
"Nwo! I'm not lwetting go until wou say eou'll take me wit chu!" He spoke the truth. I had finally given up.
"Waay!!" He cheered as he dropped to the ground, holding my hand eagerly. I sighed as I dragged him along to the kitchen, revealing the mess made by the family that lived here. Aaron had taken off towards the left corner, but I continued on to the refrigerator not stopping.
There wasn't much, but there was some ice cream left in the freezer.
"Aaron. ..Aaron?" I gasped,
"Aaron don't drink that!" He had a left over cup of Mabel Juice to his lips,
"You don't know what that stuff can do to you!" I shivered as I remembered accidentally wondering upon one of Stan's memories about after trying Mabel Juice and his time on the toliet.
He whimpered as he set it down,
"Okay..." He pushed himself off the chair he had had to climb. I set the ice cream down on the smooth surface of the kitchen counter.
"Come here~" I hoisted Aaron up onto the countertop so I had a clear view of him while I gathered a few supplies.
We're going to have to leave in the morning. Hopefully no one's awake by then.
He was kicking his legs back and forth lightly on the cabinets.
"Stop making that racket." I warned him as I handed him the bowl,
"And don't drop this."
"Okay!" He giggled as he started tossing it up and down, catching it.
"Aaron."
"Aww." He pouted, setting the bowl down on his lap.
"And pull up that blanket thing." It had begun falling off him.
"Mmhm." He snuggled himself into the woolen cloth, balancing the bowl.
I could barely get any ice cream out. It was like they kept their ice cream in Antarctica to freeze! ...then again I've never done this before.
"This is all I could get." I pushed off the scoop, making a thump as it landed,
"Enjoy." Sarcasm was on the tip of my tongue being a bad habit. I dropped the bent spoon into his bowl, but got no reaction.
"You're supposed to eat it."
He picked up the spoon, empty, and almost chewed,
"No, no! Not that!" I grabbed it and sliced a bit of ice cream off the sloppy scoop,
"Like this." I stuck it in his participating mouth before he started to flick it around inside. He smacked it after few seconds and swallowed,
"Wit's nastwy!" His face crinkled as he pushed it off his lap.
"Hey, hey hey!" The bowl bounced on its side before settling back down in my hand. The ice cream had gone all over the floor, not to mention my cold hand.
"You could have just said so." I turned on the water to rinse my hand.
"Dwaddy, I'm twired." Aaron let out a yawn, curling up in a ball on the counter.
"But you've hardly done anything?" It was no use, he was already out.
So much for first connections.