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Dipper sat on his creaky, old bed; twirling a pen in and out of his fingers. The journal filled with pages of miscellaneous, mystical, magical creatures sat opened on his lap. Page by page, he flipped through it, searching for a new, mysterious creature that he and his sister had not yet found an explanation for. "Gnome, Zombie, uuugh." He mumbled as he rolled his eyes and in annoyance while continuing to flip the page.
He closed and tossed the journal to the foot of his bed, groaning as he flopped over to his side and drew his blanket over his head. "WADDLES!!!" Dipper heard the delighted cry of his twin sister.
He pulled the covers down, just below his nose, to see Mabel holding out her fat pig that was, to no surprise of Dipper's, wearing a sweater, knit to his size, that almost perfectly matched Mabel's. She ran over to Dipper's bed and, with Waddles now in her lap, sat herself right next to the journal. "Why sucha long face?" She said in a pouty tone as she poked her brother's nose.
"Oooowww!" Dipper whined dramatically with his cracking, pubescent voice as he pulled his legs up to his chest and rubbed his nose with three fingers.
"Oh come on! Quit being such a big baby!" Mabel stuck her tongue out at him as she picked up the journal and began to flip through it.
Dipper quickly sat up and attempted to snatch his journal back from her, but she was too quick for him. Knowing better than to try again, he just asked, "What're you looking for?"
"Unicorns!" Mabel almost shouted in a surprised tone, as if it were completely obvious to anyone and everyone.
"Again?" Dipper asked with a dull, unimpressed tone as he flopped back onto his bed.
She stopped on a page with a confused and wondering look. Thinking that, for some reason, instead of himself, Mabel had found something, he asked her what it was. "I wonder what ever happened to Shmebulock...?" Mabel whispered.
"Oh come on, Mabel!" Dipper cried out with more annoyance laced in his voice once he noticed a crude drawing of a gnome vomiting rainbows off to the side of the page.
He snatched the journal out of his twin's arms and began scribbling it out. "Why are you acting so grumpyyy?!" She whined, flopping into an awkward laying position on her stomach while she rapidly kicked her feet.
Dipper knew why he'd been acting as more of an annoyance than usual, but it was nothing that he planned on sharing with his sister. Ever since Mabel's 'Sock Opera', he'd had an odd feeling. It began after Dipper had been returned to his body... after Bill had possessed his body. Of course, the pain had already surged through his body from the harm Bill had done, but this was different. When Dipper thought of the floating, yellow triangle, he would begin to sweat, a sort of nervous state of mind would engulf his entire being, and his chest would feel like it was beginning to cave in.
Had he been thinking normally, instead of focusing on Bill, Dipper wouldn't have subconsciously flipped to his page. Mabel sat up and glanced over her brother's shoulder. "Why are you staring at Bill?" She asked, her perkiness quickly fading as she thought of all of the chaos that stupid triangle had caused.
Dipper snapped back to reality, noticed the page he was staring intently at, and slammed the journal shut, nervously defending himself, "I-I'm not!"
Mabel looked slightly offended at the harsh tone her brother had taken to, but overall, she just seemed confused. Dipper wanted to apologize, but with being a young, pubescent teenager and feeling pressured, he just stumbled out of their room and up to the attic. He gripped the handrails tightly as he thumped up the stairs.Looking around the room, Dipper's line of sight stopped at the stained glass window that Bill had appeared through the last time he had 'visited'. He slowly approached it and sat himself gently on the cushions just beneath the intriguing window, flipping through the journal pages until he reached Bill's page.
As he sat there, Dipper began thinking of all of the weird occurrences that had been going on in Gravity Falls ever since he had arrived. A feeling of hope began to burble up in his stomach and he quickly whipped his head upwards, looking at the stained glass, expecting his mind consuming triangle to be there waiting for him. But he wasn't. "It was stupid to think he'd actually be there anyways." Dipper put himself down, sliding off of the ledge and thudding to the floor. The only thought that passed through his brain was: Will I ever see Bill again?