Hey guys! I'm here with another fanfic! This has a slight Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde vibe to it but not really. I've decided to explore a little bit more on the one-person POV, so here's some more of that! Welp, hope you enjoy!

The trees flew past the window as I stared out into space, my body aching all over. My cheeks hurt, my wrist shouted out complaints of being broken, tattered, stabbed, and who knows what else. I felt a slight presence fall over my shoulder. I looked over to see my concerned twin, guilt evident in her eyes as she stared at my crippled form. I smiled at her to reassure that everything was okay before falling back into my unfocused gaze. I barely felt myself get out of the car, enter the Shack, and fall into my bed. It was like I wasn't there at all. I heard a sniffle and a shaky, "Goodnight, Dipper," before the lights of the attic turned off.

I continued to stare at the ceiling, while I tried to recollect the events of the day. Well, I had that fight with Mabel, and then the deal with Bill, but then everything got fuzzy. I remember watching my body say and do things I didn't want it too, like I had no control at all. But then, why do I not feel in control now, like I've lost more stability then I did before? I slowly got up and out of bed, careful not to hit any sweet spots of pain and not to wake Mabel. I grabbed my journal and a flashlight, slipped on my vest and shoes, and headed out the back door.

I started to walk out in the forest, naturally heading towards the tree where I found my trustworthy journal. I sat myself in a comfortable spot near the metal tree and let my mind go vulnerable to my thoughts once again. I'm in a freefall, I suppose... I haven't felt normal ever since that stupid deal I made with that two-dimensional pyramid. But.. do I really regret making that deal? I stopped myself, shaking my head in disbelief at what I was telling myself. Of course I regret it! I wouldn't be in this mess if it hadn't been for my hasty actions!

But just think about it! Don't you remember the way people treated you before and after that deal? Before you were a useless tool that everyone used only if necessary. But during your fail of control, we- uh- you were respected. You were stronger, more confident, people didn't use you.

Really? I'm j-just a tool?

Do you really believe that all your friends think you're worth something here? That you'd be a hero, journal or not? Gideon said it, that journal's the one that gets you in to trouble and the one that gets you out of it. Even the book uses you.

I never thought about it like that... Am I just that pointless?

You're not pointless. You have more worth than anything in this town, as long as you let me take over, the confident part of you, the side that everyone loved. That you enjoyed having. Who's gonna miss this paranoid side of you anyway?

Mabel might.. She's going to notice the change...

Everyone will notice because it's for the best!

I-I don't know, man...

Think about it, kid. I'm doing you a huge favor! Talk to you later, you should be heading back now!

I awoke, my head on a pillow of leaves. I rubbed my eyes as I watched the first rays of sunlight break through the mass of trees. I got up and stretched, picking up my journal on the way. I started to walk back, my mind still baffled by the argument I had with myself. Mabel, Stan, everybody, they don't really think of me like that, do they? I thought to myself, a storm of doubt growing in my mind. As I finally entered the Shack, I felt something watching me. I turned around suddenly, only to the see an innocent front door. I stared at it for a while, but then shrugged and walked away, not noticing the shadow that emerged from the corner of the room.

"Soon, Pine Tree... Soon.."

Hope you guys enjoyed this! I hope you like this idea and that this was worth your time and the read! Please R & R! Til' next chapter! Onwards Aoshima!