An Unlikely Team (Discontinued)

Chapter 9: Dipper Pines

Ok.. Going to be a lot easier.

-----Dipper's POV-----

"My name is-" I clear my throat from it's high puberty version. "My name is Dipper Pines. I've been staying with my uncle in Gravity Fall's, Oregon not to far from here."

Great.. I meet up with a bunch of anti normal freaks and I just told them where I live.

I walked into the old shack, scratches all over my body. Mabel follows me in helping me stay on my feet.

"Are you sure your ok, Dipper? I mean, that mutant cat we fought really didn't like you!" Mabel said as we walked through the shack, ignoring all the stares.

We finally got up to our room in the attic and Mabel tossed me onto my bed. I groaned and flopped over.

"Mabel, next time you want to go out into the woods and track down a cat for a pet... Don't." I told her before falling asleep.

I walked through darkness, staring around me. Not this dream again! I continued walking through the nothingness until I got to the ring of seven. I walked into the middle and stared at the only non silhouetted part of each figure. I, of course, didn't have enough time before being swept away and faced the, who I like to call, the triangle of doom. He just stared at me, then the voice started echoing. "To the tree to meet the seven. To prevent everything from coming to an end. Or face the trauma again. Face the bad memories. Face the nightmares you've lived through again." Bill flew at me. Shooting a yellow beam, before I woke up, screaming.

I looked at bandaged right arm, and then at my half bandaged left arm. I looked up at the freaked out Mabel on the floor of our room, staring at me. I shivered. It was winter break, and we were with Grunkle Stan for it. It was snowing like crazy and I was freezing. The attic wasn't the best place for heat insulation.

"Mabel, are you ok?" I asked her, getting out of bed and helping her up. I was stiff and hurting, but I ignored that.

"I should be asking you that! You're the one that gave me a heart attack!" She sighed and flopped down on her bed, practically falling asleep right when she touched it.

I looked back longingly at my bed. I couldn't. I would just have the same dream again. I grabbed my backpack and filled it with a blanket, bandages, a change of clothes, a portable black light, and a water bottle. I put my hat on my head, put the #3 journal in my coat, and wrote a note to Mabel and Stan. I walked out of the room and quietly across to the front door. I opened it, letting December air whack me in the face. I closed the door behind me and started trudging through the three inch snow. (Sorry if this doesn't make sense, I never get snow where I live) I was off to wherever that tree was.

WAIT! I don't even know where I was going! I stopped dead. I grabbed my journal as well the black light and started looking through it. I found it. The meeting tree. It was close. I put my journal and light back and started trudging again through the thick white powder. I stared up at the sky. I coulnd't help but wonder, why me?