Gnome Prince

Real or Not?

Wirt P.O.V

"They've been out for a while now, I'm not sure if they'll ever wake up." A sad voice spoke softly. Crying could be heard as well as the soft mumbling that was trying to comfort the crying voice. It was a woman and two men, it sounded as if both the man and woman were crying.

"Please, keep them on support they may wake up. I don't want to loose them!" The woman wailed. Her crying turned into hysterical sobbing. I tried to open my eyes, I tried to see who was crying, I wanted to see who was on support, but I couldn't. My eyelids felt as if they were glued together, I couldn't open them for the life of me. I felt numb, I couldn't move any part of my body. Not my feet, not my hands, I couldn't even move my head. I felt as if I was just a spectator. I had a gut feeling that this situation was bad.

"I'm sorry, but after a certain amount of time we can't keep patients on the support. The least I can give you is six more months." The wailing woman began to sob harder than I've ever heard. It terrified me, I've never heard someone wail a name so loud. The wailing wasn't what terrified me, no, what terrified me was that the woman wailed my name.

I jolted awake, my body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. My vision was blurry and I felt as if my lungs were shrinking, I was hyperventilating. My mind was in shambles, what was that? Why did I hear an ekg machine? Why did that woman wail my name? I'm real right? Ever part of my body was real, at least I hope it is.
My hyperventilating must have alarmed one of the twins because they were by my side in seconds. They embraced me and I didn't hesitate to hug back. I heard a soft mumbling, Dipper, it was Dipper.

"You're alright, You're safe, whatever scared you is gone now." He kept repeating this over and over until I calmed down. I hadn't stopped shaking though. Dipper let go of me and looked at me.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked quietly, as the other two occupants of the room were asleep. I nodded but asked if we could talk down stairs. Dipper agreed and we walked down into the living room. I was going to sit in the chair when Dipper began to pull me towards the kitchen.

"Sit there, I'll get us something to drink. Milk or water?" I replied water and he nodded. I sat down at the table and began to run my hands through my hair. Was that a dream or was that real? Is this place fake or is it real? Am I asleep or and I awake? I don't know what to think.

"Here, I know nightmares can be a pain in the butt. I should know." Dipper handed me a glass of water as he sat down across from me. I looked at him puzzled and he just looked down.

"A while back me and Mabel fought Monsters that were terrifying, one left us both scared for a good few weeks. Then there was Bill, we fought Bill multiple times and we won each time. But one stuck in my mind." He paused to take a breath and continued.
"See there was this computer that had a password on it and that computer was super important to finally closing the mystery, or so we thought. Bill had said that if i gave him a puppet he'd give me the password. Only thing was he didn't specify that he got to choose the puppet. I shook his hand and was lunched out of my own body. He claimed me as his puppet, I was nothing more than a throw away toy. I still have some scares from his little adventures with sharp objects." His voice shook, he gripped his glass if milk so hard I thought he'd break it.

"Dipper you don't-"
"I do, I have to."
I nodded and sipped my water waiting for him to continue.

"I was left out of my body for the whole day while Bill tried to hurt Mabel and take these Journals we have. They hold a secret so dangerous that the world could end I know they do. He tried to take them but we got him out and I was back in my body. That didn't stop the nightmares." His voice broke, tears slowly fell down his face. I reached out and wiped them away.
"They are always the same thing, Bill taking my body, harming it beyond repair and then hurting Mabel. It always ends the same way, I never see my body, Mabel or the Journals every again. I don't get to say goodbye to family or friends. I don't get to live past twelve." Tears were flowing freely now, this must have been something he's kept in for a long time.
"Mabel would always do what I did tonight. Say that your safe and what was there is gone now. I figured it would work on you. I heard you hyperventilating and wanted to comfort you."
I smiled but then frowned, why was he up in the first place?

"Why were you up? I thought you would have been asleep." I asked hesitantly. I was afraid to ask, I didn't want to bring on any panic attacks or anything of that nature. He shrugged and looked out the window, the sun was rising. I took my hands away from his face and awaited an answer.

"My mind was keeping me up, after your encounter with Bill I couldn't stop thinking. He's gonna come after you and your brother. He's gonna hurt you in some way I know it. He wouldn't just appear for no reason." He balled a fist and looked back down as if he was pained tho even think about Bill coming after me and Greg. I don't even wanna think about it. I reached over the table and placed my hand over top his balled fist. He stared at me with tear filled eyes and I stared right back.

"I can't watch people I care about get hurt." He said slowly, his voice breaking with every word. He cared about us, and that in itself is a shock. I stared at him with wide eyes as he glanced down at our hands. I glanced down at them and quickly removed my hand from his. I stood up and reached out towards him.

"Come on we've been up long enough." He stared at my hand and smiled. He grabbed my hand and lead the way to the living room.

"I don't want to go back upstairs.." Dipper said trailing off. I nodded and sat horizontally in the chair. He then climbed on the chair as well. He laid on my chest and honestly I didn't mind. We both needed this. I sighed and began to run my hands through his hair, as he was not wearing a hat. I didn't ask about the birthmark on his forehead, He didn't ask about the small spots on my head where antlers once were. We just took in each others presence and drifted off to sleep.