Dipper didn't usually sleep this late. Only when he stayed up extremely late, or had trouble getting to sleep did he ever stay out longer than Mabel. Even when that happened, Dipper was a light sleeper and would always wake up soon after. That wasn't so today. Today, Mabel had gotten out of bed, gotten dressed, combed her hair, and even started knitting in the other side of the room. Dipper still didn't wake up. The sun began to stream through the window, but Dipper still lay on his side, his body flopped at an awkward angle, with the sheets tangled around his ankles, and an unpleasant gurgle coming from his mouth. Very unusual.
Mabel had just assumed he had a rough night and needed his rest, but this was just weird. Dipper never, ever slept like that.
"Dipper," she said softly in a sing-song voice, "Dipper, wake up." Mabel poked his nose, hoping to get a reaction.
"Go away mom," Dipper muttered, rolling over in the bed to face away from her.
"Dipper?"
"Whazit?" Dipper's eyes slowly blinked open.
"Huh? Where the heck…" he rolled over and saw Mabel standing over him. Dipper shrieked. "GAH! What are you doing in my room?" he shouted, gathering up his comforter, as is to cover his body.
"What are you talking about, Dipper?" Mabel asked, putting her hands on her hips.
Dipper's eyes went wide. "Wait…you did not just call me…"
"Dipper?"
Before Mabel could even stop to think, Dipper was on his feet and was running out the door.
"Wait! What's going on?" she called, chasing after him.
"Bathroom…mirror! I need a mirror!" Dipper shouted desperately. Mabel pointed at the bathroom, not dropping her befuddled gaze from her twin. Dipper broke for the door and slammed it shut behind him. Then, one loud and long scream echoed through the house.
"Dipper, what's wrong?" Mabel asked, shoving the door back open.
"Look, what's-your-name!" Dipper shouted, pulling his hair.
"Mabel?" Mabel filled in, motioning to herself, resisting the urge to say "duh".
"I'm not Dipper! This is all his fault and I know it!" Dipper shouted, pacing all around the bathroom.
"If you're not Dipper, then who the heck are you?" Mabel asked.
"I'm Robbie!"
AN: INVOLVING "SOMETHING MISSING" I am very sorry for the lack of updates. I assure you that the next chapter is still in the works, but unfortunately, working on the story has not been very high on my list of priorities. I will post an update as soon as I can, but until then, thank you very, very much for being so patient. I really appreciate it.