Looking Out For Mistletoe -Parapines

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I don't own the fanart in any way.

When I woke up next day, all of the memories from the previous day where quick to shove away those delightful two seconds of conscious bliss that everybody has when they wake up every morning.

I think my mental health was being tested here.

Knowing that all of this could end up in nothing, and that I would have to return home, defeated and responsible for all of this trip that so far has been almost uneventful, face my dad and all of his talks and bragging about how he was right and how I should have 'grown up' from the beginning, all of that seemed to make me stressed and anxious, and there wasn't anything that I could do about it.

There was also an alternative, where this trip will make me learn much more than I expect and cause me serious trouble for the future.

So far, I had yet to encounter the only person that I had been looking for since the beginning, only those who where close to him.

And who is that Bill Cipher? Why does he keeps following me around like he expects something from me? Even after I told him I didn't want to make a deal.

He also seemed to be relatively close to the Pines family, which also intrigued me.

Bill Cipher and Dipper Pines...what story are you hiding?

As I tried to possibly go back to sleep so that I could escape reality a little more, all of these thoughts kept coming.

Why is Dipper so reserved about that journal?
I noticed that look that he gave Mabel the first time we met, he was angry at her for sugesting it, but he also seemed almost nervous or scared.

But to be fair, the journal seemed very interesting. I wondered what else was in there. Dipper had only said that it was some kind of encyclopedia, and I still didn't had the chance to get my hands on it.

Speaking of Dipper, he wasn't really sure of what happened yesterday.
After that strange situation, I stood in the room, pondering about it, at the same time that I heard my mother trying to make him leave nicely.

She started out by saying that he should go home, and since she was unaware of his situation, she said that he shouldn't make his parents worry.

He didn't let this go to waste, probably already too determined for his own good in staying and finding answers, so he replied by telling that he was here with his great uncle and that he wouldn't mind.

My mom, however, continued to insist, her persistence being greatly appreciated on my behalf.

I possibly couldn't talk to him about it at that moment.

As I was trying to process every case scenario of what could happen, I heard his next words, and my mood lighted up slightly, his response surprised me.

" Should I be worried?" Dipper asked.

"I...I don't think so, I will talk with him. You can talk with him later or tomorrow. He will be fine."

I heard him sigh, clearly defeated.

"Thanks, Mrs. Babcock."

My mother hummed and then I heard the door close, so I guess he was gone. My mother walked to the other side of the house afterwards.

After that, all I heard was silence.

I was hopping for a calm evening after that. I decided to go have a shower, and then I just enclosed myself in my room.

I just wanted to be alone, that's all.

And now, waking up here in this small town, it really makes me just want to disappear.
Mostly because I didn't want to face Dipper.