((I'm not going to specify what part in here is a small spoiler to the journal, but there is a small spoiler for people who haven't read it yet, so I would suggest that if you don't want a small spoiler that you should wait to read this until you have the journal if you want. To all of you who don't mind, or who are ready for this to start, LET US BEGIN!))

The night went the same as most night went...or more specifically the last month or so. Ever since the mark of half of the summer to be precise. The night containing the horrifying, disturbing, terrible nightmares. Yes, he'd tried dream catchers...tons of them. Heck, he had one on his nose because there were so many that Mabel made for him. Homemade, store-bought, it was all the same result. Unlucky. As soon as the moon was the only bright circle in the sky, that's when he considered it the worst time of the day. He didn't want to sleep sometimes, no matter how tired he was.

After Mabel's Sock Opera is just when things got from bad to worse. Dipper had fallen on his bed from exhaustion that night, wincing at all his wounds, but when he woke up, he found them all bandaged up with a first aid kit nearby, courtesy of Mabel. One of the first things he did that morning(since Mabel insisted that he should get at least a bit more rest than usual)was grab the journal from the table. He snatched a pen and went to write down yesterday's entry...when he saw it had already been done for him. His sister had written in it...and it showed a picture of Bipper and...some note on the next page beside it. It wasn't from his twin...so he decided to have a look.

"Note to self: possessing people is hilarious!"

'It's from Bill' he thought silently as his eyes continued to skim down that page.

"To think of all the sensations I've been missing out on-burning, stabbing, drowning. It's like a buffet tray of fun! Once I destroy that journal, I'll enjoy giving this body it's grand finale-by throwing it off the water tower! Best of all, people will just think Pine Tree lost his mind, and his mental form will wander in the mindscape forever. Want to join him, Shooting Star?"

After that, his eyes wished he had not seen it. That scared him to death(pun not intended). Not only was Bill out to kill him, but he could've killed his sister in the act too if he had won that Sock Opera. The boy's arms hugged the stuffed animal tight as the memory replayed in his head.

That was his nightmare for the night.

Dipper was staring at the page with the note..that somehow had little droplets of blood on it. Right after re-reading it, his breathing pace increased as he placed a hand on his forehead with his eyes watery. Then, the page started to have even more red drops as it seemed to write something in it...

"you aRe not safe."

His eyes widened. But wait, there was more.

"yoU cannot escape me."

The last words were written the messiest of them all.

"give iN, Pine Tree."

The 12-year old stared in horror as the page was seen with the red writing that soon started running down the page and dropping onto the floor in small droplets. He backed up and froze when he felt something hit(or touch, it felt the same)his back. The hairs on his arm stood up as he had the courage to turn around to face what it was.

Huge mistake.

A large black figure with sharp teeth, gooey and malicious, stared at him with red beady eyes. It lunged forward, and before the boy had any time to react, it was too late.

Dipper jolted awake, letting out a small scream as he found himself drenched in sweat, with the journal at his side as well as the stuffed animal his sister gave him that night. On the table was a plate of food sitting next to his watch. He squinted at his watch, which read: '10:18AM' then looked at the plate, which had a (probably cold)breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast. He wasn't that hungry anyways...

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he slipped out of his bed, putting on a fresh pair of everything since it all seemed to be wet from last night's "dream". With the finishing touch, he put his blue trucker hat on and headed downstairs, the journal stuffed inside his vest. Sometimes that thing was heavier than it lead on to be...or look. He didn't want to look at it, but who knew what could happen today. Grabbing the plate, he walked out of the room, biting his lip but keeping silent as he walked down the rickety steps of the wooden stairs.

The boy poked his head into the kitchen and gave a weak smile as he saw his sister and Stan, and even Grunkle Ford there. Oh, and Waddles too. His sister was one of the first ones to look over at him.

"Hey, Dip-Dip!" She waved from across the table even though they weren't far apart at all. "Didja sleep n' eat well?" She grinned, anxious for an answer.

"Oh, um, yeah...sure." He walked over to the trash can and scraped the cold food inside of it, hearing it drop on other discarded items.

"I was thinking about going to the park later on and bringing Waddles! He needs his exercise, not just when he's on my videos, running for ice cream with those cute little gym shorts." She giggled.

"Sounds cool." He rubbed his eyes and put the plate inside the sink with another pile.

"Get started on those dishes, will ya?" Stan ordered as he sat there, not looking up from his morning paper and sipping his coffee.

"What?! But Grunkle Stan-"

"I said do it!" He ordered.

The kid grumbled before pulling yellow rubber gloves over his hands, releasing them with a 'smack' as they did indeed, smack his hand as they rested on top of them. With his eyebrows furrowed, he scrubbed the dishes with the sponge, bubbles slipping off of the plates and being replaced with a clean surface as they got rinsed off with H20. Finally, after everyone's plates were done, he let out a sigh of relief and ripped off the rubber gloves, glaring at where his uncle had been sitting...who knows how long ago. He peeked at his watch and groaned, seeing the day was pretty much halfway over. '12:30PM' really meant half the day was done.

His noodle legs carried him out to the next room, which was the living room. Stan was watching the famous: "Duchess Approves" silently. It was actually pretty funny when he didn't notice his nephew standing there because he didn't have the excuse of not finding the remote, he was fully into that sappy movie. Sneaking past the room, he saw his sister putting a collar and leash on her pig with a smile.

"Hey, Dippin' Sauce!" She smiled again. "I was waiting for you to be done so we could go together."

His eyes widened a little bit. "Oh...uh, thanks, Mabel." He gave a small smile back.

"No problem! We haven't really been to the Gravity Falls park anyways, so I figured it would be fun."

And an excuse to stay away from any weirdness. "Right..."

"You ready?"

A nod. "Yeah."

"Awesome!" She grinned, showing off her braces before opening the door and running out with her pig to the front.

Her brother shouted out that they were leaving the shack for a couple hours, and his uncle's response was the same as always: "If you get caught by the cops, I don't know you!" The kid rolled his eyes as he headed out, shutting the door behind himself. His feet trudged across the dirt road, a little bit farther behind his sister and her pig companion. But finally, they made it.

The park was a bit empty and it looked a little run-down, not to mention, but it still was functional? While Mabel and Waddles went off for boyfriend-searching, the male twin sat on the faded yellow park bench, that was a bit creaky. He put his head in his hands as he sighed. Ever have that feeling where you feel sick, but you're perfectly fine? Yeah, that was the situation here. His stomach twisted so it felt like it was all in knots as he let out a small groan. The day couldn't just end, would it?

Then, as if things couldn't get worse, he heard some small snickers as he looked up. Bullies at 2'o-clock.

Why...

Just why?

Did the universe hate him?

"Well, well, well, lookie who we got here." The leader, the biggest of them all said as he snickered, now standing in front of the noodle-armed kid.

"It's Dipstick!" The two others said together then just laughed like hyenas.

The Pines Twin stood up and frowned, even though his stomach made him feel like he was going to hurl. "Just go away..." He went to walk away, but the two smaller goonies snatched both his arms.

"Woah, woah, woah, where do you think YOU'RE going?"

"Maybe somewhere where I can't catch the ugly disease." He spat out with a frown.

He heard the leader inhale those words sharply as he glared daggers. "You wanna be a smartass? I know what people like those get." He raised his huge fist as a threat. "Say something. I dare you."

The twin remained silent with a glare on his face.

"Come on, no snarky remark you gotta say to my face?"

Nothing.

He stared at his own fist then smirked anyways as he raised it in the air. "I think I'll just punch you for the heck of it."

Dipper's eyes widened. He wanted to be able to use both eyes, thank you very much. Looking around frantically, he managed to yank an arm free. "Not if I punch you first!" He choked out as he shoved the leader back, causing him to stumble. Then, he shoved the other two and ran.

Fast.

His heart pounded as he heard the sound of his feet hitting the ground hard as well as shoutings of: "GET HIM!" And screams that showed they were not going to give up. Thumps of his heart and shoes hitting the ground mixed together as he went as far as his weak legs could carry him.

It was just unlucky that there happened to be a huge root right in front of him. He yelped as he tumbled downs hill, banging his head into a tree with a cry as tears leaked down his face. He groaned and sat up, swaying side-to-side as he tried not to lose balance. His legs, shaking and noodle-y, stood up as his body stumbled back and forth. His vision was blurry, but he swore he saw eyes watching him from the trees. The eyes were white with a yellow outline...well that's what he saw. The 12-year-old hissed in pain as he put his hand to his head..and when he looked at it. It was red. Blood. He hit his head that hard?

The air in his lungs were starting to run out as he coughed and struggled to breathe as he tried to walk with shaking legs.

"M-M-MABEL!" He screeched, trying to shout as loud as possible.

"G-GRUNKLE STAN!"

No response.

"S-SOMEONE! HELP!"

The only thing that was coming to his mind was murmurs and evil cackling. He wanted it to stop. He wanted to be home.

His breathing became fast and jagged as he looked around. Speaking of looking around, with a blink of an eye, the sky went from day, to sunset, to night. The stars in the sky twinkled as those noises repeated over and over as black began to edge around his vision.

Screams, cries, howls, murmurs, and cackles.

Screams, howls, cries, murmurs and cackles.

Pain.

Pain went through his body. His head. His stomach. His legs. His arms. Everything.

The cackling grew louder as it rung inside his head like if someone banged on a gong or if the bell on the tower went off at the strike of a new hour.

Black formed around the corners of his eyes...and black was only seen now...except for the eyes watching him. Those could be seen even if his eyes were shut.

Then, his aching body collapsed on the forest floor.