Trigger Warning:
Blood
Strong language (Kinda?)
Self harm
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Mabel and Dipper go back to California. Dipper starts to have weird dreams right after they leave Gravity Falls and he grows to be a little distant. He gets himself a boyfriend (...
"I'll run some tests. You can go upstairs." Ford said, writing something on his Computer. "Wait a minute." Mabel sternly demanded.
"You can't just walk through the front door caring our biggest enemy, ask me for help and then just shoo us both out like nothing ever happened!" She scolded her Grunkle. But she was right. She deserved an explanation.
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After Ford told her what led to this situation and that Stan agreed to it, Mabel shrieked. "And why the hell are you helping?!"
Dipper didn't want another argument with his beloved sister, so he began calm and clear. "I don't want this too, Mabel. But we can't argue with his logic now, can we? It is in fact safer to keep an eye on him here than leave him be in the middle of nowhere, where anyone can find him." He noted out while walking closer to the female.
"I thought that if I can't stop him, I may at least try to help." He admitted at last. Now he was right before Mabel, with his arms opened and his smile clearly visible upon his lips, waiting for a hug.
Mabel rethought everything again. After she was convinced that this was the most efficient way to keep Bill away, she didn't waste anymore time and lunged herself onto her brother, and for the second time that day, almost tackled him down.
"We'll let you work, but tell us later what you have found, okay?" Mabel said letting go of her brother. Ford nodded and the twins made their way to the stairs. "Oh, sorry Dipper, you go ahead. I have to ask something Ford." Dipper nodded and went upstairs.
Mabel walked back to her Grunkle who was trying to clean up his lab a little. "Grunkle Ford? I have to tell you something." She began, getting her Grunkle's attention.
"What is it?" He asked, turning to face her. "Grunkle Stan told me about Dipper's drawings." She said, and from there on a conversation was born.
Which I'm too lazy to write for
"What are they talking about?" Dipper asked, climbing the stairs. "Something about your drawings." Bill answered, obviously spying on the two. "My drawings?" Dipper was somewhat confused.
"What are they saying now?" He asked, but did not receive an answer. "Bill? Can you hear me?" He tried again, but to no avail. But Bill was doing that pretty often, so he wasn't surprised.
Dipper made his way to the Attic and tossed in his bed. Ten minutes later he was sleeping and was back in his dream, again in the Woods. He started running to the Shack, so he won't be out cold for too long, in case Mabel tried something again. After ten more minutes he was barely standing on his feet.
"I really need to exercise more." He huffed, entering through the closed door. Then he made his way through the vending machine and down the stairs. Mabel was just finished talking with Ford and was climbing up. Dipper didn't change the blank expression he was wearing while his sister walked through him like he wasn't even there.
She suddenly stopped and looked around, trying to figure what was that sudden chilling feeling. When Dipper went through her she felt immensly cold and sadness washed over her. But it faded away as fast as it occurred. She thought she just imagined it and continued her walk to the Attic.
Dipper, of course, didn't even notice she had stopped in the first place.
He finally reached the floor which he left minutes ago. He saw his Grunkle still cleaning up the place. Then he noticed the devise that was placed in front of Bill on the floor.
"The Demon detector." Dipper said walking between it and the field surrounding the statue. Then Ford pulled his phone out from his lab coat and on the screen of his computer popped a message.
"DEMON ENERGY DETECTED!!" It said, and an alarm turned on.
Dipper was panicking like always. The message repeating itself and the alarm that didn't seem to be stopping any time soon, reflected into Dipper not being able to hear his own thoughts. Ford rushed to pick up the detector and see how strong the energy was. He was surprised when the detector stopped showing any signs of unusual activity.
He started to walk around Bill, but found nothing, so then he pointed the device at the surrounding area. Still nothing. When he finally narrowed it back towards Dipper he was perplexed, because he saw nothing before him.
Dipper stepped aside and Ford's expression again changed to baffled one. Dipper walked behind him and saw that the activity the gadget was detecting now was in normal levels. And then he got an idea.
He stretched his left arm forward and in front of the detector. The levels of Demon activity started to jump from normal to a little bit of unusual.
He retracted back his hand and placed his right one forward. The activity levels almost hit the red.
"What the hell is wrong with this thing?" Ford exclaimed. He turned it off and went to his desk.
Then suddenly Dipper woke up. He heard a zipping sound and felt something carefully lift him up and cold air hit him. He lazily opened his eyes and noticed that long chocolate strands of hair were blocking his vision.
"Mabel." He said.
The girl put the body she was lifting down and straightened herself up. Dipper sat up and looked at his sister with blank face.
"I'm s-sorry!" She cried out hiding her face behind her shaking hands. "I w-won't do it again." She said, mentally swearing to herself that she won't break this promice. But is she really going to keep it?
She collapsed onto her knees and let her tears flow like a waterfall. Dipper didn't budge. He did not flinch at the sudden mental break his sister had. He wasn't sad. Nor wanted to be. He just kept his gaze onto the girl crying her soul out for the third time that day. He was well fed up with his sister's bullshit.
But when five minutes of crying have passed, it was obvious that the female was no way near to stopping any time soon. And Dipper finally became aware of one thing.
He was changing. And that change, he did not like.
'What is wrong with me?' crossed his mind.
He felt like the most terrible person in the World. He didn't want to feel that way. What he wanted was his normal life back. He wanted his family's trust back. His sister and friends.
But mostly he wanted...
...back
To be continued...
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