Monster Falls

chapter 32

this is the biggest  platform i have, so i want to say something here:

black lives matter.

fuck cops. fuck people who aren't speaking out. fuck racists. fuck all lives matter.
innocent black lives are being taken away by the hands of racist pigs and it needs to stop.
if you are white, i NEED you to look inside and fight racial bias. we can no longer be bystanders. we white/white passing people need to use our privilege to help raise awareness and help others fight. not by being "white saviours," but by educating ignorant people around us. if your friends, parents, family, teachers, or anyone around you are being racist shits, CALL THEM THE FUCK OUT. you know what's right and this CANNOT continue anymore. WE are the next generation and WE cannot stand back and let innocent people be slaughtered on the streets. we must end racism by ending our silence and fighting alongside people that need our help.
please. i can't fucking bear to see this shit happen anymore. even in fucking canada, where i live. yes, canada. it is not the perfect society as many people think it is.
every single day innocent black and indigenous people in canada are murdered just like in the us.
please, if you can, donate to gofundmes. sign petitions. go to protests if you can. be safe.
and if you support cops, all lives matter, donald trump, white supremacy or ANY of that disgusting shit, unfollow me and stop reading this fic because i DONT like you. i don't care that i am alienating you because this is MORE than politics at this point. this is INNOCENT PEOPLE'S LIVES.
ACAB.
black lives matter.

Dipper groaned to himself as he sat on the front lawn, face in his hands. With both of his great-uncles yelling at each other, Mabel being wherever the heck she was, and the two government agents screaming about everything, the current atmosphere of the Mystery Shack was certainly not one that played well with stress.

Looking around, Dipper took notice of the nature around him. The tall trees swaying in the wind, birds chirping overhead, the sweet smell of the grass, freshly cut by Soos. Being out here, you'd almost be able to be tricked into thinking that life was almost normal.

Dipper sighed, glancing back at his...lower half. That was just one reminder of the extreme issue they were dealing with, on top of many others.

A clunk rang out from the Mystery Shack's old wooden door, and out came another piece of chaos.

"What'cha looking at there, Pine Tree?"

"Bill," Dipper mumbled. Every single conversation with the dream demon turned human was...agonizing, to say the least. Bill loved to scream.

The dream demon cocked a brow, taking a seat beside Dipper. "Didn't answer my question."

Dipper scoffed. "Well, I was having a relaxing thinking session, until you showed up and ruined it!"

Bill laughed, an ugly annoying sound that reminded Dipper of a fox's yelp mixed with fingernails grating on chalkboards. "You're funny, kid! But not because you actually have any semblance of a sense of humor, OH NO!" Bill grinned at him, bony legs crossing over one another. "Because you don't have any idea about how fucking hard I would destroy you and everyone you love if you ever gave me any attitude like that!" Bill shrugged, cackling once again. "Y'know, when I was normal. If I did anything like that to ya' now, your uncles would kick lil' me to the curb!"

Dipper let his mouth hang open. Bill was...more than crazy. "Ummmm.....okay?"

"Also, I tried to get into the knife drawer just now, but I think Sixer locked it on me after I got after him for doing...." Bill pursed his thin lips.

"Bill, would you shut up!" Dipper exclaimed. "I'm so finished with my uncles, and the agents and now you coming out here and, and talking about all the annoying stuff you're talking about, and I'm just done! I'm done with being a deer and I just want to be normal and everybody expects me to find the cure because knowing everything is my thing and—I can't do this anymore!"

So Dipper took off towards the forest, wind brushing across his ears as he sobbed, dashing for the bush.

"GOOD LUCK GETTING DEVOURED BY A WOLF, KID!" Bill called out, standing up.
  "That stupid fucking kid."