Dippers deal

A demonic hunt

He didn't know how long Mabel had been crying. It could have been minutes or hours until she fell asleep, using his wet fur as a living pillow. But for Dipper it had felt like days. He couldn't remember when Mabel had cried that hard- he didn't even know if she had ever cried like that before. Every one of her sobs caved a hole in his chest, leaving him hollow and numb inside. He had a loss of words; there was simply nothing he could have said to make her feel better, so Dipper was silent. All he could do was stay by her side while she cried in his fur, petting him without noticing it until her mind finally let her calm down, resting in a dark warm silent sleep.

The same didn't apply to him.

Dipper's mind had wandered through the night guided by nothing but Mabel's soft snores, his gaze wandered to the triangle shaped widow, he finally drifted into sleep, watching the stars above them while the Big Dipper reflected itself on his fur, the moon shone brightly through the yellow window.

The small deer watched the smirk of the golden moon watching them, before he disappeared into the darkness.

Dipper forgot that it was new moon tonight.

The warm light of the next day woke him. Dipper blinked, irritated by the hard surface beneath him, something was breathing in his ear, making it flicker back and forth in irritation.

'Mabel?' He frowned, the red traces on her cheeks and slightly swollen eyes made him remember why both of them had been sleeping on the floor. Dipper sighed, before the lump in his throat got too big to breath and he struggled to free himself from Mabel's death grip. Her head fell to the floor with a heavy "knlock" that made Dipper flinch, but his sister didn't so much as stir in irritation, now resting directly on the floor, drooling slightly on the wood while her butt was still halfway up not matching her new position. The deer frowned, he couldn't carry her to bed, but he couldn't let her sleep like that either, so Dipper stepped over to her bed to grip her pillow and blanket with his muzzle, but the oversized white cotton ball of a pillow disabled his vision while he got back to her. He needed to lift his head high in the air, so that the avoided getting tangled in her blanket. Her snores were guiding him, before he let it fall down were the sound seemed to be the loudest. But when Dipper looked down he saw that Mabel was nowhere in sight, well-hidden underneath her bedding. He raised an eyebrow when she curled up to herself underneath her blanket tent.

'Well, at least she's warm now.' He grinned, slowly moving out of the room cursing his loud hooves echoing on the floor.

There was no chance that he would be able to get more sleep.

Dipper sighed and carefully made his way down the stairs- which he absolutely hated by now. At least he had been able to hold himself with his hands, but with them now gone it was a risky act that got his balance out of place with each step.

The house was dark and silent, even Waddles was still sleeping on the cold kitchen floor.

Dipper could feel how his throat was going dry, he wasn't able to breathe once his last hoof contacted the floor.

He shivered, - hell, he really should have woken Mabel up.

The silence of the Shack was eating him up.

The feeling of being looked at crawled under his skin.

'Stay calm, it's just a house!' But Dipper looked around, all windows were closed and the door stood mighty and firm in his way, he would never be able to open it.

'I'm locked in.'

'Your're not, Mabel and Stan are there just please don't -'

Too late.