Back To Gravity Falls: Beware the Beast (Multiverse Crossover)

We Need to Talk about Greg

Full title: We Need to Talk about Greg (Cus' Be Ackin' Cray-Cray)

On a side-note, all P.O.F. labels signify a change in Point of Focus. It's basically a point of view/pov alternative I (unoriginally) made up for third-person narrative. The Passage of Time label is to signify skipping ahead in time longer than an average time lapse interval.
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"Sorry, Norman. Did I sleep in?" Dipper asked, using his arms to lift himself into a sitting position.

Norman shook his head, "No, it's not even noon yet. Your sister is watching TV downstairs with Greg. I'll help you put the bed back into the couch if you want to."

"If you don't mind," Dipper rubbed his eyes sleepily, "but I think I am going to change first."

"Yeah," Norman sighed, "Sure. I'll go ahead and put the blanket back in the closet."

"I guess Coraline and Wybie left," Dipper said absently, pulling the shirt over his head, bending over and tossing a tee into his other hand. He used his left hand to get his blank journal from his bag.

Norman caught sight of the journal out of the corner of his eye, "Your sister was right, you do seem very attached to the journaling thing."

"Well," Dipper started, tossing his journal on the bed to pull a fresh shirt over his head. "I used to keep a journal when we first visited Gravity Falls." He pulled a pen from his jeans pocket, using his teeth to pull off the lid. "Although it was more of a... wildlife guide than a journal."

Dipper smiled to himself, as though he'd said a funny joke. Norman was lost upon its humor.

"So, your journals now are more like a diary?" Norman asked, moving his eyes back to the task at hand, folding the blanket across his chest.

"I always liked calling it a Captain's Log," Dipper joked, "Sounds more manly. But yeah, they're in-depth diaries."

"I never wrote a diary, I just tended to read my sister's." Norman reached to the top of the closet, barely tall enough to reach, and placed the blanket on the shelf, turning to face Dipper as the boy took his time writing his words the way he wanted.

"I never wrote one until we left Gravity Falls, and even before then I never read Mabel's. Since we're twins, we kind of have to share everything so we decided that it was the one thing we could have that was sacred, you know?" Dipper confided, taking pauses between every few words he spoke to write the passage in his journal. When he finished, he put the cap back on his pen and stuck it in his pocket. "Once I unpack, I can put all of my journals in my little backpack. I carry it pretty much everywhere, with all the journals inside."

"Scared someone will read them?" Norman asked.

"Yes and no," Dipper shrugged, putting the notebook away and saddling beside Norman to help fold away the bed. "Partially it's that someone will read them, the other part is what they will think when they read it."

"What do you mean?" Norman asked, slipping forward as he lifted the heavy frame and hit his ribs against the metal frame with a painful thud.

"You alright?" Dipper asked, eyes searching Norman's face for a sign of pain.

Norman's expression twitched only for a second before returning to his neutral expression.

"I'm okay, just a bruise."

"Do you bruise easily?"

"Not really," Norman laughed, dropping the frame into the aging couch. "I just have pale skin, so every little bruise shows. I'm used to bruises... but, really, what are you hiding that you're so afraid someone will see?"