Chapter 2:It Hurts And I Know It.

Author's Notes: Hello again! My friend and I were really surprised to see many people take interest in the concept of this story, especially in the time span of 1 day! And even though the summary you first see when looking at the story, this story is going to have a lot of more plot concepts that will happen other than the mysterious Iris, and Dipper and Mabel surviving through following events, like new monsters. Anyways, we would like to thank everyone who viewed this and will view this one! Just a quick recap, Dipper and Mabel invited Iris and Erin over to watch their rented movie and Dipper mainly wanted Iris over to know her more and Mabel wanted both of them in order to know both of them better. Also, if you have any comments or criticism, please do tell us. Enjoy Chapter 2!

(Third Person POV)

Dipper sits in the attic, laying on his cushiony bed, examining the Journals again; to see if anything had changed. He was certainly paranoid about some cryptic messages randomly appearing in the journals, which would relate to more mysteries. He really DID mean it when he said that returning to Gravity Falls was really getting to his head. The boy lifts his head up from his pillow, rubbing his eyes and looking over at his alarm clock, seeing that he had only been reading, or in more accurate terms, close to "ravaging" through the journals for 30 minutes.

He sighs in disappointment, which is targeted at himself. He knows that he is acting ridiculous. Maturity, they said. YEAH, like I have that, he thinks to himself. Dipper sets his head back down into his pillow, trying to find his previous position.

As he continues to skim through the pages, he keeps a normal expression, seeing how even getting to checking Journal 3, he hasn't found any changes, and he doubts he'll find any soon. Dipper looks over at his night-stand to see his Pinetree hat. Wendy had given it back to him on their 3rd summer visit, seeing how they'd be coming back. It would be reasonable to trade hats back and forth every time they visit and leave. Yet Dipper kept his Pinetree hat after their third summer visit due to the news of them moving to Gravity Falls permanently the following year.

Dipper closes the journal and groans in boredom. He turns his head slightly to be in full sight of the door that leads to the rest of the attic, being reminded about where Mabel currently is and wondering when she'll get back. Mabel said that she met some guy during the school day earlier and they're on a date or some bullcrap, he noted to himself to remember. It was already 8:00 at night so he was hoping that the gnomes weren't trying to make Mabel their queen again. Then again, what if that DID happen?

He glances at the triangle shaped window that is in between his bed and Mabel's bed, and sighs. As much as he hates him and doesn't wish for threatening mysteries to be born once again, that could possibly harm others, just so he can have fun finding out those mysteries, as foul as it sounds, Dipper wants him back. There were so many things to do when he was around.

It sounds terrible but 'I miss him.'

The boy rubs his eyes, for some reason feeling tears. 'The hell…?' he whispers. 'Dipper, you know he's terrible' he mutters to himself. Back to the topic of Mabel being in trouble, perhaps by those gnomes, Dipper quickly gets up and grabs a shovel that Mabel hides under her bed, in which she said it would be used to "fight off any monsters" that break into the Shack. Just as he goes to the door leading to the rest of the attic and the stairs leading to the living room, he hears the main door that is set downstairs open and quickly closes. Dipper listens closer, putting his ear to the door and hears quick paced footsteps. That might be Mabel.

He then goes back to Mabel's bed and puts the shovel back. He quickly runs back to the door, opens it, and walks down the stairs. Meanwhile, as Mabel finalizes her organization of snacks to eat during the movie, Dipper comes into full view of Mabel and the stuff she brought back. "Mabel, what's with all the food?!" Dipper yells in surprise and confusion.

"For the movie, duh!" Mabel replies, tipping a mixture box of chips a bit to make it aligned with every other box. "I'm sure we won't eat this much while watching a probably 2 hour movie! This isn't a holiday!" Dipper blurts out in surprise at the sight. "Meh, whatever Dipper. It's for the better!" Mabel replies, walking back to the kitchen and bringing out a jug of Mabel Juice.

"Where did you even get all of this?" Dipper asks. As far as he's concerned, they didn't have that much food.

"Candy and Grenda helped me scavenge for treats after school. Why do you think I left to "Go meet a guy I like", especially so early?" Mabel states, putting the jug down on the T-Rex skull that sits next to the giant chair. "Because you fall in love with almost every guy you meet, that's why, Mabel' Dipper blatantly replies, knowing he's cornered her in this conversation.

Mabel just scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Well, we still got all the food so, yeah, we have no choice but to keep it" she states.

Dipper just sneers at Mabel and walks into the kitchen. "At least it isn't the food from here. Imagine explaining that to Grunkle Stan"

"That's exactly one of the reasons I went out to buy some, you genius!" Mabel laughs out as she stands up, adjusting her sweater. Just as she does, the doorbell rings. "I'LL GET IIIIIT!" Mabel sings out. Looks like they've arrived.

Once Dipper hears the door bell ring and Mabel openning the door, his personality changes from being frustrated with Mabel to being hopeful to getting to find more about Iris. And perhaps Erin. Mabel pokes her head through the kitchen doorway to look at Dipper. "They're here, Dip-Dip!" she says, smiling sweetly, knowing that Dipper is looking forward to tonight. Mainly being of Iris. Immediately, Dipper peaks out from the kitchen to see both Iris and Erin, wearing matching sweaters.

Dipper sees that Iris is wearing yellow again and becomes more cautious. I need to stop comparing her to him Dipper notes to himself, not wanting to ruin this movie night just because of a color. Besides, both Iris and Erin are wearing yellow so, more reasons to dismiss it as her favorite color.

"H-hey guys" Dipper says, giving off an obvious hint of anxiety in his voice. "I told you we would meet again, Dipper" Iris replies with. Oh right, what she said earlier, Dipper remembers. Why did she even make her wishes and her hopes of seeing me seem so cryptic? It was awfully specific, he continued his thinking.

"Anyways, I already got all the snacks and what not!" Mabel proudly states, puffing out her chest and putting her balled up fists to her hips. "Good to know. And, we got that movie" Erin says, lifting up a box with the "Heathers" VHS tape in it.

"YAS!" Mabel yells, excited to finally view an adult themed movie. "Hey Mabel?" Dipper asks. Before I can continue my statement, she answers exactly what I was going to ask. "Don't worry Dipper! I already asked both Stan and Ford. They said that they'll let us stay up tonight. Besides, tomorrow is Friday anyways! Thank goodness for a short first week!" Mabel cheers, lifting her arms into the air and swinging around the hanging sleeves of her sweater like a helicopter. Well she just read my mind.

'Oh, right. A short week I forgot.' Dipper says to himself, quietly under his breath. Erin adjusts her glasses and looks around at the living room, some parts of the kitchen, etc. "You have a really nice home for a place that is conjoined with a famous Mystery museum and a gift shop" she says in awe. "Yeah, I have to agree with her on this one" Iris joins in, walking through the door way and stopping near the stairs, with a strange aura of concern following her as she stops by that area. I suppose she shakes it off, as she just continues what she was saying. "You certainly have yourselves a nice place."

"DAAAAW thanks you two!" Mabel chirps out, waving her hand back and forth as a gesture to being "flattered". Dipper just rolls his eyes at Mabel's bubbly personality. "Anyways, you wanna get to watching that movie?" Dipper asks, pointing over at the living room, showing signs of impatience. "Heck yeah!" Mabel blurts out, standing on her toes and exaggerating by wiggling her arms into the air, as of the previous action.

I'm gonna try my best to keep track of how many times Mabel wiggles her arms in the air, despite how stupid it sounds.

(Later that night, during the middle of the movie)

(Dipper's POV)

I sit on the floor, next to the chair that Mabel and Erin are laying in, snacking on chips, as Iris sits on the opposite side of the chair, sipping on a soda can. I can tell that Erin and Mabel are getting tired. You'd think that watching a movie in silence with a couple of comments wouldn't make you THAT tired, right? Well, we didn't just watch a movie with making a couple of remarks ever so often.

Mabel randomly started playing airhorn remixes during the first part of the movie and we ended up dancing because, who doesn't like airhorns? Well, I guess some people don't. We just had fun. Oh! And we also found some left over illegal fireworks and set those off at the back of the shack, so we paused the movie multiple times. Like I said, we had fun.

Never once during this did I think about that triangle or any mystery for that matter.

So far, we had already eaten half of the snacks brought and I must say, Mabel has a good idea of what treats are. The floor was covered with wrappers and all sorts of drinks that were empty and completely dry.

I snap out of thought due to the sound of both Mabel and Erin being asleep, as you could hear their drowsy and soft breaths because the movie was at a fairly silent event. I didn't want the movie to disturb their sleep, so I just decided to pause. I reached for the remote and I do as said. I looked over at Iris, and she was still awake, looking at her phone. There's a long silence as she hasn't noticed that the movie was paused. "H-hey….Iris" I say, trying to get her attention.

She doesn't look at me, but I can see her expression grow with annoyance, like she's focusing. "I…Iris?" I ask again, lifting up the volume of my voice to possibly spark her focus to me this time. And it worked. She snaps her head up with wide eyes and she quickly turns her head to look at me. "O-oh...sorry…I was just thinking"

"No need to apologize. You have all rights to think whenever you want to" I respond with courtesy. I see her look back at her phone, she sighs, and turns it off. Or at least in rest mode. "Was there something you needed?" she asks. "Nothing is particular. I just wanted to inform you that Erin and Mabel are asleep, I paused the movie and it's only 9:55. Other than that, I didn't NEED anything" I say, lifting up one of my fingers for each things mentioned. "Thanks for telling me" she states, looking to the left, away from me.

What can I possibly do to pass time….and NOT waste it. There's got to be some way of using it wisely. Then, the idea hits me like a bullet.

"Can I show you something?" I casually ask, trying to keep my voice low, not wanting to wake up the two sleeping girls that are literally right next to us. Iris seems to hesitate for a minute and then her eyes light up. "Sure." She quickly says.

Most of the time, I have no idea what she is thinking, but I guess that doesn't matter. She's really relatable. I get up quietly, trying once again not to make noise and I successfully do so, immediately making it to the set of stairs leading to the attic. Iris glares up, knowing where we're going. She gets up as well, following me.

I start walking up the stairs, seeing that she is following. "Try and keep extra quiet, okay?" I ask, and she right away nods her head in response. We make it to the attic and the first thing I see is the one window, the shape of a triangle with a circle in the middle. I shake away the thought, not wanting him to interrupt this. Not like he is actually interrupting anything directly.

I speed walk into the room which has my side of the room and Mabel's side of the room. Once Iris walks in, I close the door, walk to under my mattress and I pull out Journal 3.

I see her look at it and her face lights up. I sit down on the floor and pat my hand next to me as a gesture for Iris to sit next to me, and she immediately comes over and sits next to me. She may be taller than me by 1 inch even while sitting, which at all isn't a towering height compared to my height, I still feel comfortable.

I begin with my explanation, whispering out an introduction. "I'm sure that you don't know what this is, as many people don't" I say, sliding my thumb against the pages. "But this is a journal that marks down all mysteries and abnormal sightings from this town."

I then open up the Journal, skimming through the pages, showing the different monsters. Despite how old these journals are, the pages are still feel very silky and smooth. "It may seem difficult to believe, but these things actually exist. The first anomaly that both my sister and I had ever encountered were gnomes, but they disguised as an edgy teenager to attract Mabel, and then we met more and more monsters after that. If I were to be honest, the creatures just don't stop appearing" I claim. Right before I speak again, I'm suddenly blasted in the face with an airhorn, knocking me back in surprise, dropping the journal.

"Hey dork, enough with your flaunting, okay?" Iris laughs out. I sit back up and laugh with her. I'm guessing Mabel gave her an airhorn. I grab the journal from my side, which is where it fell, and I hand it over to Iris, so she can look at the pages herself.

She, herself, starts looking through the journal. "How can someone find so many things and mark them down?" she asks. "Oh, my uncle made this, along with 2 other journals" I reply.

"You're related to this guy!? And there are more?" she asks in surprise. She really seems interested in this. Maybe we DO have things in common.

"Why do you think there is a three on this book?" I point out, lifting an eyebrow and giving a cocky smirk. She rolls her eyes, as I pointed out the obvious, in which she should of already concluded. "That's amazing" she continues, avoiding what just happened. "No wonder you love mysteries so strongly and are eager for more every day" she laughs out, still excited about the fact of being related to "The Author". Wait, how would she know that I want more mysteries?

"How did you know?" I ask, looking at her, in which she stops looking through the journal. 'Your sister told me a lot of things about you during the illegal firework show we did earlier. "How much did she tell you?!" I shout out, to be immediately silenced by Iris. "Remember, we need to be quiet" she says, lowering her voice.

"Oh…s-sorry" I reply, hiding my embarrassment. Iris laughs it off, not teasing me about it like Mabel would. As we start looking through the pages, we come across a certain page. The Bill Cipher page. Iris looks at it for a second and seems to lose interest after a couple of seconds. "You….don't know who that is, do you?" I ask.

She shakes her head, with a genuine expression of confusion and wonder.

"He….well...I'll start from the beginning" I start with a sigh.

"Mabel used to have this crush named Gideon Gleeful. Gideon was a very corrupt and manipulative child and his father owned a car dealer business and Gideon himself would hold magic shows, which would attract a lot of people. Due to the sales Gideon made, back when my other uncle, Stanley, was still the manager of the Mystery Shack, they became rivals.

"Gideon soon had a new plan to steal the contract signed to own the shack and in order to get it, he made a deal with as said, Bill Cipher."

I take a deep breath before weaving my way into the Bill part of the story. "Bill Cipher is a dream demon with many powers, which he uses for terrible reasons and his selfish desires. And…I've had a lot of experience with him" I state. I sigh again. This is really hard to do.

"Gideon made a deal with him so that he could go into my uncle's mind to find the code to the safe that the contract was in, and in return, Bill had Gideon as a puppet for his plans. So, my sister Mabel, one of my other friends who became the new Mystery Shack manager, and I went into Stan's mind to stop Bill. During that time, he taunted me and the others, and even shot a whole through my chest." I take a break from talking, to just adjust to all I've said. "Bill ended up finding the code to the safe but Mabel quickly shot it out of his grasp, making the code be destroyed by falling into a memory of The Bottomless Pit. Gideon then called off the deal because of that and Bill tried to kill us. We used Stan's mind to our advantage to stop Bill, but he soon stopped everything and told us that things were coming." I sigh, plopping myself down onto the floor out of a sudden feeling of exhaustion.

"I'm sorry Iris. I just don't like talking about him. Especially for such a long duration. I promise to tell you the rest some time later" I huff out, stroking my fingers through my hair, attempting to get the tangles out.

"Dipper, don't worry. It's alright" she says, looking down at me. "You can tell me the rest any time you think is appropriate. I understand that you have traumatic experiences with this demon…or..whatever he is." I sigh once more. "I think I might go to bed now" I state, standing up and stretching. Iris stands up as well. "Do you think that Mabel and Erin are still asleep?" she asks.

"I'm pretty sure they are. But before I go to sleep, I really need to clean up all the trash in the living room. I'd appreciate it if you'd help" I say, walking towards the doorway that goes to the rest of the attic.

"I was just about to ask" Iris says, as she follows me. I look back at the window with the Bill like art on it and I feel something in my eyes. Tears again? Why? He's nothing but trouble.

I quickly go down the stairs with Iris trailing behind.

(About 10 minutes later)

I was surprised that Mabel and Erin were still asleep and even after us travelling back and forth, throwing the wrappers and bottles of Mabel Juice away. Sometimes I wonder what even gave Mabel the idea to create this stuff. Then again, I wonder a lot of things and barely get my questions answered. But the most important questions of mine were answered at least. I lift up my head to talk to Iris but she's not here. I guess she's in the kitchen throwing some wrappers away? I start walking to the kitchen to throw away the pile of wrappers that I have to look into the room and see Iris sleeping, leaning over the counter.

She fell asleep? Jeez, and she seemed so energetic before and when we first started cleaning up the place. But, then again, we're really close to being done anyways, so I guess I can do the rest. I'll let her rest, so I walk back into the living room, staying quiet as well to as said multiple times before to not wake my twin and the turquoise girl, while proceeding to finish up the cleaning. I look over at the sleeping girls to see how deeply they are in their little dreamscapes. Did I really just say "dreamscapes"?

This time, I'm not going to shake away the topic of Bill. I actually want to reflect about it now. Sometimes I wonder why he even manipulated me. He could have easily done the same to Mabel. IN FACT, she would have been an easier route to opening a portal to our world because of how naïve she was back then! Bill could have offered the existence of raining pancakes and she definitely would of agreed!

I just wonder, why me? Why did I HAVE to go through that trauma? Why didn't he just kill me or drive me to insanity when I found out about his plans and that I'd NEVER, and I mean NEVER make a deal with him again? I walk back to the kitchen and I look over at Iris sleeping and I see something hanging out of her sweater pocket. It looks familiar to me…

A glassy circle held on a fairly thick string. Wait. The monocle from the third journal…? Why does she have that? Did she steal it? If so, why? Ugh, too many questions! She has the monocle for a reason. I know it.

I go over to the sleeping teenager and I try and grab the monocle but right after, her eyes flutter open from her deep dreaming, and looks at me in confusion. "Dipper?" she said.

I'm basically frozen in fear at this point. I knew there was something strange about her. But, why would she want a useless part of the Journal…unless the monocle actually does something…

No! That's not possible! Ford would have definitely told me, right!?

There might be some things he hasn't told me…I wouldn't be surprised now that I think about it. There are still so many monsters from all the journals that I haven't encounter, whether or not encountering said creatures with a partner by my side. I start walking backwards away from Iris, slowly, still giving her a chance to say something. She looks around her surroundings and sees the monocle and looks back at me, to be met with my stern expression.

"Why were you trying to steal the monocle?" I ask on all elements of seriousness. She stutters for a minute with a genuine expression of confusion and fear. "I-I have no idea why I h-have this!" she says, taking the monocle out of her sweater pocket, and hanging it on her finger, trying to keep it away from her. "Yeah, sure you don't!" I yell at Iris. "You held the journal yourself and took it, didn't you!?" I conclude my question. "This is from that freaky journal?" she asks, fully standing up from her previous position of leaning on the counter.

"Then why did you have it!?" I yell again. Am I being too harsh on her? Her chances of convincing me that she DIDN'T steal the monocle are very slim, and with her reasoning, she isn't getting out of this.

"I-I don't know! I might have grabbed it by accident without knowing it? I REALLY don't know!" she yells back. She has a true look of sincerity. Maybe she isn't lying. 'Then HOW did it appear in your possession, huh you freak?!" I shouldn't have spoken.

…

We stay silent for what almost feels like forever, in which we wait for one of us to speak or at the very least move in some way. I just stand there, blankly looking at her, giving a one-thousand mile stare. I soon can't stand it anymore, I have to do something. I break free from my blank state and I sigh, stumbling back and leaning against the wall. I see form the corner of my ocular spheres that Iris is slowly creeping towards me. "Di-"

"Don't speak" I sneer at her, crossing me arms in anger, yet at the same time, holding my arms close in fear.

"I genuinely don't know how it got there, Dipper" she speaks after what feels like a million years of exile.

I stay in my current position for the moment, thinking and recapping what had just happened. It all occurred too fast. Why would she take it? I turn away from my thought bubble and I turn my head to the left, away from any sight of Iris. I feel as if I can't look at her after these quickly paced events. "Dipper, I'm sorry" she says, taking one step closer.

"Sorry for what!? You said you didn't take it, what do you HAVE to be sorry for!? Shouldn't I be the one apologizing if I'm so certainly wrong about my assumption?!" I scream back at her, uncrossing my arms and balling up my hands into sturdy fists. My position is steady and perfect in line with Iris', angering and fearfully looking at each other. "I'm sorry" she repeats.

"I'm sorry" she repeats again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'M SORRY!" she yells on the final repeat, with a shaky voice.

"I didn't want to anger you…that's what I'm sorry for" I hear her protest. "I don't want you to see me as someone you can't trust. I don't want my image to you to boil because of something I couldn't control." Couldn't control? What could she POSSIBLY not control when it comes to taking something from another object that she legitimately held herself!?

"I don't want to be seen as a freak" she finalizes, with her voice still shaking, on the verge of crying. I fully look at her, to see her eyes glossy and her movements shaky. I guess I WAS too hard on her."I-" is the only thing I can choke out from my throat before I'm interrupted by her falling to her knees and speaking. "I'm sorry"

There's another moment of silence between us, shorter than before, as I quickly grasp the whole concept and I speak again. "Iris, stop this" I say, trying not to sound too stern and try to put sympathy within my sentence. "Just, stop this" I continue, kneeling down next to her, where she covers her face with her hands. "I forgive you, okay?" I say, reaching out to her to only come in contact with hair, as she backs her head away from me. "Iris, please, look at me" I demand, noticing the mean element of what I said, but it's too late to take it back now. "...please?"

"It hurts"

"…I know"

Iris turns her head back and looks up. She stays quiet for a minute and then sighs. "I really am a freak, aren't I?" she questions, rationally, whipping off tears that are trying to escape.

"Iris, no. I-I'm sorry I made you upset. I shouldn't have pushed your buttons"

"Same to you" she replies, putting her arms down, in a position by her legs.

"...I should have known your limits…" I said, getting back up. Come on, let's get some rest. We have only one day of school left until we reach our weekend."

She stays on the ground and just looks at me. "I'm sorry I over reacted. I just, have history with panic attacks" she says.

I sigh in slight annoyance of her repetitive attrition. "Never mind that. Let's just finish cleaning the living room before sun rise and we'll then sleep. Oh! And…" I claim, and then stopping my sentence and considering my words. SCREW IT, I think to myself. "I'll also make sure to tell you more about Bill Cipher, okay?"

After a moment of thinking, or supposedly, she stands up and smiles. "I know I've said this over a trillion times but, I'm sorr-"I cut her off."I know, I know" I aforementioned. "But in reality, you don't have to be sorry" I conclude our conversation. I'm glad we cleared this up. I'll try and stay more relatable and liking to Iris in our following experiences. I don't want to upset her again. And neither do I want to look down on her, for something she had no control over.

...how could she not have no control over taking the monocle, though? I DO so very believe her to every extent of her argument, yet...It sounds impossible.

I'll keep that in the pile of unsolvable mysteries for now.

(Mabel's POV)

I wake up on the fluffy couch cushions that are present in the living room. I guess I fell asleep. I look over to my side and no one is there. I look to my other side and no one is there. Maybe they already left? As I drift away from my dreamland, I notice sunlight peaking through the small window on the front door and the curtains hung up over the window in the kitchen.

I guess I DID fall asleep. I quickly stretch out my muscles, ready to go and see where everyone is, and the first thing I do is look all throughout the room, in which I notice how every form of empty wrappers and soda cans are gone and thrown away. I look at the TV and it's turned off. I immediately hop out of the chair and I stick my two fingers through the VHS opening. Yep, the movie is gone as well.

I concluded that Dipper got everything clean and everything back into place. And I'm sure that Iris and Erin would have left to go home when I fell asleep? If not, maybe they left a lot later during the night. At least it's Friday, and they'll have enough time over the weekend to get back to their sleep schedule.

"Hey, Dipper?" I yell, but not too loud, but enough for someone in the attic to hear. After a few seconds, I still don't get a response. "He's GOT to be up there" I murmur to myself. I then go to walk up the stairs, and I can hear someone singing. I fully get up the stairs and I hear it from our double room. I roll my eyes, already having a pretty accurate summary of who is singing. I quickly burst open the door and yell "DISCO GIRL!"

I then hear Dipper scream and then throw a piece of scrunched up paper at the doorway, towards me, in which I easily dodge. "M-Mabel!" he yells, hiding his embarrassment.

HA, GOT 'EM!

"Daaaw! I never knew you still liked listening to those types of songs!" I exclaim, squealing throughout all of my words. 'S-so what if I do!" he says, crossing his arms and making a pretty good impression of a fish. "It keeps me productive and holds me in motion of my current activity" he states, pointing down at the journal.

"What ARE you even doing to the journal?" I ask. "I was just putting the monocle back into its proper spot" he said proudly, uncrossing his arms, and closing the third Journal.

'The monocle just, y-you know, fell out when I was carrying it around and I found it in the kitchen. You know, just in case you were wondering" he says, keeping his cool even after me walking in on him singing. I must say, after going through puberty, which if you don't know is like being hit by a truck; his singing skills are pretty great. I'm sure he could swoon some girls with that voice of his nowadays! Anyways, back on topic.

"Sounds like a true story" I shrug, walking to my bed and pulling out a box from under my bed, full of blue sweaters. "Why-why wouldn't it be the true story?" he asks in confusion. "I don't know?" I shrug again, lifting up a blue sweater with a clown fish on it and another blue sweater with a pencil and paper on it. "Which sweater do you prefer?"

Dipper just rolls his eyes, and looks back at the journal, picking it up and putting it back under his mattress. Right before he walks out of the bedroom, as I just now notice that he is fully dressed and ready for school, he points at the clown fish sweater. "Thanks, Nacho-Dip!" He just walks out of the room and goes down the stairs.

I remind myself that it's Friday and that we have our weekend standing right in front of us. This hypes up my personality, making me quickly get dressed and throw my popcorn sweater that I wore last night into another pile of clothing. I quickly run out of the room and run down the stairs. "I'M READY FOR TODAY!"

I just hear Dipper laugh at my shout. "Yeah, yeah, okay Mabel!"

I love being me.

(Third person POV)

"I'm warning you about this, right now!" the voice yells at the teenager.

"I'm not in any way getting close to him! You watched it yourself and can read my mind! It was manipulation!" the female yells back at the male voice.

"Well, if you say so, I'm glad that you're getting that manipulative part from me. And if not" the male voice stops and the voice turns demonic. "YOU'LL REGRET THAT YOU HAD THE OPTION TO PICK UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF! ONE MOLECULE WILL BE YOUR FINAL FORM IF YOU DISOBEY ME!" the voice continues with.

The female voice makes a noise of fright at the sudden voice change. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what?" the male voice asks.

"O-oh…for making you….angry"

"Well, I like how you have feelings of concern for me. Anyways, just don't grow close to them!" the male voice finalizing, in which sounds of footsteps can be heard, getting quieter by the second.

"…I won't.

We made a deal after all"

The voice fades.

Author's Notes: WOOOO! This chapter was posted early! And as said before, with Spring Break coming, we'll be able to maybe post multiple chapters in one week! Anyways, we hope you enjoyed this one! And yes, Iris has a history of panic attacks and anxiety when in situations that basically corner her.

Anyways,

REAILTY IS AN ILLUSION

THE UNIVERSE IS A HOLOGRAM

BUY GOLD, BYE PEOPLES!