THE GREY
DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN GRAVITY FALLS
A/N: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG... I've been having a lot of panic attacks lately and im getting sick its been really hard lately.
CHAPTER:3
By the time the duo had found the small boy, the sun was already high in the sky and was glaring upon them with an intense gaze. Stan wiped the sweat from his brow and flung it to the ground, his green eyes followed the patches of grass to the small boy who laid in the mud in front of him. The boy was curled up, fast asleep and back facing towards the older man. From the short distance the old man could tell that the kid was completely worn out, Dipper's shirt was torn, cuts and small bruises littered his small frame.
"Whoa what happened to him?" Wendy asked. "He looks like a frieght train hit him."
Stan said nothing as he walked over the drying mud and lifted the boy into his arms. The boy was clutching something in his limp arms, curiosity peaked, Stan opened the boy's fingers. Upon seeing the musicbox, the elders eyes widened, a look of disbelief etched upon his face.
"Mister Pines?" Wendy questioned, green eyes filled with concern.
"Lets head back to the Shack."
/
The first thing Dipper registered as he began to wake was that he felt warm, he could feel the scratching of rough cloth beneath his back and a burning sensation in the back of his throat. His eye lids felt like bricks, ears catching the broken ends of a conversation.
"Grunkle Stan, I didn't hear anything last night. The only thing I know is that Dipdop has a hard time sleeping."
"Mabel, something spooked your brother last night. And I know that it doesn't take too much to scare him, heck the kid's probably scared of his own shadow,"
Dipper's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at the indifferent remark, he struggled to open his eyes.
"But I can't help but feel like something is wrong..."
He could hear heavy footsteps walking away from him, and at last, dark mocha eyes fluttered open, his eyes focused upon the molding living room ceiling. He opened his mouth to speak when his chest constricted, throat closing for a second, forcing a series of harsh coughs from his small frame. He sat up, body aching and head throbbing. The room seemed different in the day than it did in the night, a small amount of shadows stretched across the floor, and the sunlight from the window spilled into the room in warm soothing waves.
"Dipper?"
His eyes snapped towards his sister's hazelnut gaze.
"Yes?" He say's a rasp to his voice.
"What happened last night? Grunkle Stan said something spooked you."
The boy looked away, heart beginning to beat heavily against his chest, mind scrambling to come up with an excuse.
"It's nothing Mabes, it was probably just my imagination..."
The boy's sister furrowed her brows in a frown.
"If you say so."
She didn't seem convinced.
"I'll make breakfeast bro bro, why don't you go and take a shower while I do it."
Dipper stood up from the couch, peeling the blue blanket away from his wiry limbs, and placing it in a rumpled heap unto the floor. He made his way towards the stairs, his barefeet padded softly as he jogged up them. As he walked to his shared room he began to feel paranoia, anxiety dripped into him like water from a poorly made sink. Everything was silent, the only sounds in the room was his raspy breathing, and the noise of clothes rubbing against each other as he rummaged through the closet. Ignoring the feeling of uneasiness, Dipper pulled out a pair of boxers, grey shorts and a blue and white pullover hoodie with a blue pinetree in the middle. He hurried to the bathroom, trying to forget the memory of the the monster, who had knocked upon the door the night before. He turned the handle of the shower head on.
/
Dipper sighed as he pulled the hoodie over his head, hair still damp and the air around him filled with hot moisture. He used the towel to wipe the condensation from the mirror away and grabbed his tooth brush. Clutching the blue plastic handle, he grabbed the toothpaste and applied it upon the brush. His gaze flickered to the mirror for a split second, catching a glimpse of a dark figure. He froze, plams beginning to sweat and heart beginning to beat rapidly, he willed his eyes to look at the glass in front of him.
The mirror was black.
Dropping the tooth brush to the ground the boy frantically turned, hands reaching forward to grab the door knob. But before he could grab it a long, dark, slender, clawed hand gripped his wrists in a harsh grip. Dipper felt his heart leap into his chest, tears welling up in fright. The bathroom light began to flicker again, the boy felt lightheaded as he felt something cup his chin. The last thing he heard before his mocha eyes rolled into the his head was;
" ?"