Inspired by the song "The Devil Within" by Digital Daggers
He usually wasn't awake so early in the morning. Then again, it wasn't him at all, now was it?
'Dipper' stood from his writing desk, almost knocking his chair over. His hand whipped out and caught it by the seat, holding it down and standing stark still. He slowly turned his head... and gold tinted eyes stared down at his sleeping sister. His mouth was slightly curling upwards, ready to crack a satanic grin.
But suddenly, it was shot down with a disgusted face. Golden eyes turned back into their original forest green, and he stumbled forward, letting go of the chair and letting it crash to the floor.
Mabel stirred in her bed, rolling over and rubbing her eyes with a moan. "Dipper? Mrmm... are you okay?"
His heart sped as she nearly woke up, and he shook his head and leaned away. "Y-yeah, I'm... I'm fine. Go back to sleep, Mabel."
"Mmhmm..." She hummed and rolled back over, falling back to sleep in only a few moments.
Dipper licked his lips, feeling cold sweat forming all over his body. He was chilled to the bone by the new information this black light had just shown him. 'Once possessed, the host is more susceptible to further possessions. The stronger the demon, the easier and more likely future possessions will occur. Weak hosts-such as ones which are young, sickly, mentally compromised, or nutrient or sleep deprived-are again more likely and easily possessed, especially after the first offense.' After he read it, Dipper felt light headed and suddenly found himself projected just slightly above himself, watching his body move on it's own accord for a few moments. He didn't feel completely disconnected from his body like he had last week, but he knew the feeling of that entity inside of him. It made his stomach drop.
Dipper closed his book and stood in the darkness of the room for a while. He could hear the clock downstairs ring 4:00, and knowing he hadn't slept all night made his heart beat even faster. He sat on his bed and buried his face in his hands, shaking. "No, no... nuh nuh nuh..." He mumbled in his hands. What if Bill came in the middle of the day? Or when he was holding his journal? Or near Mabel?
Feeling his legs tremble, he stood and picked up his book, walking over to Mabel's bed and lifting the corner of her pillow. He slid the book under it barely, so she'd know he gave it to her. He didn't want it to be completely hidden, but it couldn't be with him. Not anymore. He looked at his sister and sighed. "Bye, Mabel." He leaned over and kissed the side of her head, and she mumbled back but didn't move otherwise.
Next: backpack. He grabbed an extra change of clothes, his hat, his water bottle, and their lantern, then creeping down the stairs and sneaking towards his great uncle's room. He cracked open the door and saw the old man snoring loudly, sprawled in his bed. Dipper crept in, slipping open the man's bedside table fearlessly. He pulled out the man's wallet and pulled out half of the cash he found. He smiled softly, looking on the man. Here I am, making you proud, Grunkle Stan.
After grabbing another bottle of water and all the fruit he could find, he headed out, not daring to look back lest he get second thoughts and feel weak. The morning air was thick and damp. He breathed it in, his eyes closed. Opening them, they were gold tinted.
"You're really leaving it all behind? Don't you love them?"
Dipper breathed in, afraid that his own mouth had made those noises and in an instant he was back in reality. He licked his lips, still resisting the temptation to turn around. "I love them more than you'll ever know. And I'll never let them get hurt by you. Never." Dipper glared and started ahead, planning his strategy to get stronger.