I'm into Insomniacs (discontinued)

Drama drag

It was dark, blue triangular silhouettes dancing around in the background. Nothing seemed real at the moment, all thoughts of the night before non-existant. Only the sound of soft breathing filled the room. Mabel's. Not Dipper's. He had been holding his breath since he laid down. What was Stan planning? Why? What could the soul of such a beast bring? In his hands, nothing good. He contemplated asking Stan, quickly shaking the idiotic idea out of his head while he still had the ability to think without some throbing pain striking up in the back of his skull. Stan would probably have convinced him not to ask questions anyways, even if he hadn't already decided not to.

There was still something strange about his atmosphere the other night that ticked him off though. His nervous glances, the shaking of his body, and his breath. Dipper had seen him drink, but not to the point where he could smell it even when the door was closed. He was trying... Trying to numb his brain. To forget something. Or maybe he was even more of a jerk, drinking and laughing as Dipper braved the beast on his own. "Prick." Dipper whispered under his breath, his theory leaning more towards the 'laughing-while-he-fought-off-a-dangerous-beast'. It was farely obvious that Stan didn't care about Dipper, but would that really just lead him to do something as extravagent as actually celebrate Dipper's possible demise?

Dipper took in a deep breathe, trying, and failing, to loosen his muscles. He turned to see the ticking wooden clock in the corner of his room, surprisingly one of the things that had survived the fire of his old house as a child. 3:25 A.m. He heaved another sigh, obviously peeved. "Well that sucks." Dipper whispered under his breathe once more, maybe a little bit louder than he had thought. "What does?" Asked a gental voice. Dipper winced at the sleepy voice, cursing himself for disturbing her rest. "Nothing." Dipper replied softly back. "Go back to bed." His demands were ignored though, Mabel sitting up in her queen-sized bed, swinging her feet over the edge. "You're attempt at such a lie is insulting to me. Do you not know who I am? Your sister? The one which slept with you in the mother's womb and was the first to even speek to you? Do you truely believe I would be so quick as to turn on my side and erase your troubled face from my mind?" She asked, sounding even more lovely with every word.

"Geez, oh sister-of-mine. Thou shalt sleep-ith. Thou-ith sound like a crack-head-ith Shakespear...ith. You always talk like that when you're tired." Dipper chuckled slightly, straining his eyes to see her pouting face in the darkness of the room. His eyes didn't seem to get a chance to adjust to the darkness in time though, Mabel clapping her hands. With the 2 soft, but firm, claps of her hands, the lights flashed on in a quick, blinding burst of electricity. Dipper didn't like that very much. "AH!!!!" He hissed, pressing his palms roughly against the smooth, pale surface of his eyelids. He may have over-reacted though, rolling onto the floor in shock at the sudden light.

"Don't be so dramatic brother, a little light never hurt anyone." Mabel said, rolling her eyes in smug annoyance. This only seemed to infuriate him more vigerously though. "At 3 in the flipping morning?!" He scream-whispered at her, his eye twitching and slightly red from the rubbing. Mabel's smug attiture seemed to dissolve quickly, seeing the seriousness in his tone and expression. "My apologies brother, I wasn't thinking." Mabel responded to his spite, earning yet another heaved sigh from the twin. "It's alright. Be more careful though, sister. Your nieve actions annoy me." The room became silent for a moment after that, Dipper's words seeping in. "I see..." Mabel said bitterly, a shamed, yet slightly angered, glance gracing her face in a flash of emotion. Dipper quickly realived his mistake as her expression became unpleasent. "It's not like that sister. I-" He bagan, only to be cut off. "No. No. No, Dipper! I know my clumsiness was... undisirable. You were in every way correct. Perhaps... An apology gift is in order." She pondered.

"At 3 in the morning? Maybe you should wait. I'd rather not wake Stan." He responded, not wanting to take advantage of her generacity. She wasn't naturally generous, to be completely honest. She wasn't very apologetic either. And, if someone was willing to take the blame, she definitly wasn't the type to own up to something that was her fault. But, in a strange way, she had a natural tendency to think of Dipper before anyone else. Her thoughts always gravitated towards what he might think. Though she hated a wide verity of people, Dipper was an acception. If he wanted the moon, she'd find a way to give it to him. In a sick, twisted way, whenever she did something for him, she imagined it being done to herself. Like she had given half of her a birthday present, or baked the other half of her an apple pie. Dipper was half of her. Half Mabel-DNA, half Y chromizome.