Will Cipher x Dipper Pines One-Shots Collection [Requests Allowed]

Slow Burn + Will Is A Nudist Apparently

   Dipper jolted awake from another nightmare. It was still night, and the attic room was terribly dark. He could barely make out the form of his twin sister sleeping on her bed across the room from him. He looked around, squinting, still confused from suddenly being transported to completely different surroundings than the ones he was just in. Eventually though, he was able to calm down and realize that he had been dreaming, and he had just woken up. 

   Something felt off however. More than likely it was just the darkness that was still present in the room, added to the fact that he had just experienced a night terror. It just didn't sit right with him in the moment and he could feel his stomach churn with unease. He felt like he was being watched. Not necessarily by something meaning him harm, but he felt as though wide eyes were boring into his skin. It unnerved him greatly. He felt he was being so intently observed, it was driving him insane. His anxiety was skyrocketing as his eyes darted around the room. 

   He found nothing of significance, of course he didn't, and tried to settle down. Still, the intense feeling that someone was watching him extremely closely persisted, causing his mind to run rife with the possibilities. He pulled his blanket over his head, even though it was mid-summer and the temperature was high that night, in the hopes of blocking out whatever was giving him that feeling.

   The brunet sat there, still as a rock, and waited. He knew he would not be able to sleep with that feeling still hanging in the air. His entire body remained tense as all of his senses went wild, scanning for any minuscule change that could occur. He felt an immense anticipation, oddly as though he could sense that something was indeed going to happen eventually. The longer he laid there awake, the more he felt he was going to explode from the anxiety.

   He felt his blankets move. It was the tiniest movement, likely not even caused by anything, just it sliding after a fold gave out, but it immediately caught his attention. He then heard a quiet, short shuffling noise. He felt the blanket move ever so slightly again and knew something was there. He was terrified, but nothing more happened after that. It was completely still again. 

   Weirdly enough, that feeling that he was feeling watched became less intense. It was still there, but barely, as though whatever was watching him wasn't as attentive anymore. Perhaps it was from his own focus shifting to something else, but even then, it made him feel a little safer. He began to tell himself he was just freaking out over nothing, that he was imagining things and the situation was way more intense in his mind than it actually was in reality. 

   It worked for a few minutes. That was, until he felt the blankets move again. His heart rate picked up, increasing to the point that it was at just five minutes ago. He desperately wanted to jump up and run out the room, but told himself that would likely be a bad idea. Staying still, pretending to be unconscious, was probably the smarter move. Whatever it was could just be... visiting, and would leave soon from disinterest and boredom. 

   The thing on his bed continued to move in small, careful movements. He quickly realized it either couldn't have been that big, or... it could be an appendage. Like a hand. The though chilled him, and he felt his stomach drop. 

   He felt the thing touch him. It wasn't a hand, nor an arm. It was indeed something small. Something lightweight and gentle, possibly even scared. It was shaking as it leaned against his leg. He could feel something absolutely tiny drape over a small portion of that leg, likely the creatures arm as it decided to rest there. The feeling of being watched was completely gone now. It was the little creature near his leg. He knew it. It must have closed it's eyes, or at least moved on to something else to stare it. It wasn't concerned about him anymore. Maybe it was watching him because it was afraid? And now it had deemed him safe? Why else would it be laying right next to him like an immensely small cat. Which it definitely wasn't. It had the weirdest shape of any creature as far as he could feel. He couldn't quite make out what exact shape it was, but it was definitely not just some ordinary animal.