Of an insomniac night and a chatty demon.
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He couldn't remember when the last time he'd had a good night's sleep was.
It seriously felt like forever.
Boringly staring at the ceiling softly illuminated by some street lamp, Dipper sighed while closing his eyes for some more minutes until finally giving up and rolling outside the bed. Glancing at the alarm clock he frowned angrily seeing it was already three in the morning.
In his small apartment all he could do (if it wasn't studying of using his laptop) was to pace from the kitchen to his room and backwards. His eyes were used to the dim light which managed to penetrate though the window's blind.
The previous night had been the same.
And so the one before.
And he was betting the following one would be too.
Outside his small home, the city was unusually quiet, strangely silent. It was an unnerving calm before an unknown storm.
He'd never thought he would be missing his sister's voice so much.
Never mind he'd spoken to her a few hours before: that night stillness felt unnatural.
And still, he felt he knew that annoying sensation… for it was as if time had just stopped.
With a sudden start, Dipper turned and blatantly stared at the alarm clock.
Three in the morning.
Not even a second more.
And everything clicked into place inside his mind.
'Bill?'
The name easily escaped his lips without permission in a low whisper, and nothing happened.
Or at least, until an almost forgotten and amused voice suddenly sounded inside and outside his head.
'Took you long enough.'
And Dipper simply knew who was to blame for the next day's headache.
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Ta-dah! Just appeared into my mind.
Go read my other stories and review 'cause I'm blocked.
(My cry for help ;) )