Pity party's and fun time heartys's

Disclaimer:I do not own gravity falls

pairing: Dipstanwich

AU: Mabel went home to california Dipper stayed in gravity falls because he is socially akward.

Dipper's age:12

Dipper's breath came out in fast pants as the boy ran, the trees trembled around him. He cried out as a large black hand swiped down to grab him, he jumped to the side narrowly missing it.

"THERE'S NO ESCAPE FROM ME PINETREE!"

Dipper's knees and palms scraped the ground as he tried to crawl away.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HOW PATHETIC YOU ARE KID!"

The hand grabbed him and he was lifted high into the air, Dipper screamed. The hand began to shake him back and forth rapidly.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"

"WAKE UP! KID!"

Dipper screamed shooting up in bed arms flailing about. Tears welling up he looked around the silent room, eyes catching the alarm clock by his bed.

4:32am

Sighing Dipper stood not bothering to change out of his baggy pajamas, he grabbed his large blue hoodie and pulled it over his head. His feet padded softly on the floor the small noise echoing around the darkened house. As he neared the kitchen he saw that the light was on, he could hear voices.

"You spend all your time down in the basement what about us huh? What about Dipper? He can't just work in the shop the whole time! The schools here are shitty and you know that."

"I know Stan but I'm still dismantling the portal and I don't want you or him to get hurt."

"You know damn well Sixer that I would never let you, me, or Dipper get hurt ok? I...I just want you to spend more time with Dipper."

"I know, I want too but I still need to make sure that Bill won't come back to get us. He already gives each of us nightmares, I need to make sure tha-"

Ford stopped talking as he noticed Dipper's messy tuffit of brown curls by the door frame.

"Oh Dipper! What a surprise, what are you doing up this ear-"

"Are you guy's fighting again?" He asked softly hugging his blue hoodie close to his body.

"Uh...well not exactly." Ford stuttered.

"Nah kid, we were just talking." Stan said.

When he saw Dipper's frown he sighed and open his arms. "Come here."

The small boy shuffled to his great uncle and clambered into his lap. Stan turned the boy around until he was facing the table and his back was against Stan's chest.

"Did we wake you?" Ford asked, a concerned look on his face.

"No." Dipper said quietly, relaxing into his grunkle's arms. "I had a nightmare."

Ford's frown deepened for a moment, then he smiled.

"Do you know the cure for nightmares?"

Dipper cocked his head to the side. "No."

Ford went to the fridge and took out the milk.

"Hot milk! This should put you straight to sleep!"

As Ford began to heat up the milk on the stove Stan began to talk.

"How's about I tell ya a story?"

Dipper looked up at him with wide eyes. "Really?"

"Yeah! Okay, so I was in utah and it was 1995-"

As Stan wildly told the story Dipper's eyes began to droop, the milk was done and was given to him to drink. Soon Dipper fell asleep and Stan stopped.

"Poor kid."

"Yeah, kinda reminds me of me when I was his age."

"Yea...hey sixer?"

"Yeah?"

"Milk by itself doesn't make kids fall alseep what did you do?"

"Relax Stan, all I did was add honey."

Ford looked at the clock, 6:22am.

"Welp why don't we all hit the hay huh?"

"Yeah, it seems like a good idea."