So as you realized Dipper is once again Bipper, there are some very clues in the text. It will start getting more juicy as the story continues. I hope you stick around till the end.
Seconds, minutes does he notice any thing. Hours, can I do it, or is this just false hope, a trick. No! This is my only chance I can't give up, I won't give up.
Mable sits up papers stick to her arms, she must have dozed off, she was up late devising a plan to get Bippers blood. A mix of sweat and tears slid down her face, shaking her head she whispered "It was just a dream".
Last night had been torched, she tried her best to act normal, she had this feeling, it had felt like dipper was right in her reach but if she tried to grab him bill would take him away... agine.
When she looked over at the clock she realized it was just the early hours of the mourning. She peeked into dippers room and noticed a fork but it was covered in blood right next to Bippers arm he was asleep the blood dripping from his wounds. Mable swiftly grabbed a plastic container and moved his arm on top of it.
After a few minutes of this Bipper started to stir and moved his arm away from the container. Mable took the container and slipped out of the room. When she reached her room she took out one of her old scrapbooks and flipped to the last page, which was were she hid the page Soos gave to her.
Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching her door she slipped the paper back in the book and slid the book and the container under her bed. The door creaked open and mable flipped around to see who it was
"What are you doing up princesse?"
"Dad… I… I couldn't sleep." Mable stammered sheepishly pushing her hair back.
"Well get back to bed" Mr. Pines started looking around her room then returning his eyes to his daughter.
Mabel looked back at her father, something has changed he was well different. He always looked like he didn't know her or had seen her once before, his eyes also looked so old as if he had seen the darkest of things but had seen beauty and light. She knew it was the last 4 months that had got to him.
Mable crawled under the blankets and turned away from him looking at the mustered wallpaper. She drifted off into an uneasy sleep tossing and turning but unable to escape the nightmare.
I had to run there was nothing just darkness, then I would hear his voice in the distance but no matter how far I ran I couldn't reach him.
Mable jerked awake, her breathing shallow and weak. She glanced over at the clock, 4o'clock. She jumped out of bed how can she have slept the whole day.
"Shooting star or should I say sleeping star, what is the hery?"
"Get out of my room."
Mable waited for the steps to fad, she jumped off the bed and checked under it, Bipper had to be up to something.
At first she could not find the book but after a few minutes of digging around she pulled out the book and container. She let out a breath and relaxed holding the paper and container.