Dipper tossed and turned on the pull-out couch, occasionally lifting his head to peer at his sister's sleeping form. His heart beat heavily against his chest as he did, even when he confirmed that she was sound asleep. Before he would do this out of concern for her, but now he was driven to insomnia by utter fear.
If the brunet ever told anyone that he was scared to death of Mabel, they would most likely laugh their heads off and call him an idiot. But he had a perfectly good reason to feel that way. It had begun five days ago, when he had woken up in the middle of the night with the need to have a glass of water and saw his twin standing next to him holding a knife over her head and staring at him with a terrifying glare. He involuntarily let out a shriek, and with that Mabel seemed to snap out of whatever trance she was in. She seemed confused at first, and when she saw the knife in her hand she immediately dropped it and took a step back with a yelp.
Episodes like these kept happening all throughout the week. One day he had made Mabel some tea, and accidentally spilled it on her bare leg. He expected her to react to the scalding liquid by screaming or at least hissing, but instead she just stared at it speechlessly for a few seconds, afterwards erupting in a laughing fit. It sent shivers down his spine to see her react that way. It reminded him of the time Bill took over his body and discovered that pain was hilarious.
He noticed some other changes in her behavior as the week progressed. She began to act snarky towards him without even knowing, making cruel comments whenever he tried to have a serious conversation with her. He knew it wasn't really her talking to him like that, but it hurt him nonetheless.
The last straw came two days ago, when he had bought soup from a nearby store for lunch. He had placed the containers on Mabel's desk, when he noticed that the plastic spoons that came with them were nowhere to be found. He retraced his steps and looked out the door to see if he had dropped them, noticing they were on the floor just a few feet away from the door. He picked them up and walked back into the room, only to drop the spoons again. Mabel had taken the lid off of one of the soup containers and was pouring the contents of a bottle of bleach into it, certainly planning to serve it to him afterwards. She turned around to look at him, her eyes glowing blood-red as they had before. They returned to normal not a second later, and she dropped the bleach as soon as she saw what she was doing. Looking back at her shocked twin, she quickly burst into tears and ran into the bathroom, where she locked herself for the rest of the day.
He worried about her a lot more than he let on. He tried to look confident and calm around her, not wanting her to feel worse than she already did, but the truth was that he was a wreck inside. He wanted all this to be over, to go back to how it used to be, when it was just him and her living their lives without nothing too big to worry about. A part of him wanted to back to his childhood, to those happy moments they spent together in Gravity Falls.
He heard rustling coming from the other side of the room. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, he saw Mabel had shifted to lie on her back. He stared at her large stomach under the covers and sighed; only two months left. Two months until her demon child is unleashed into the world, and then she will…
He rubbed his eyes again as tears threatened to fall from them. The last thing he wanted to be reminded of was what would happen to his sister after giving birth. He had always wanted to be an uncle, even more than being a parent himself, but never like this. He felt his heart heavy with sorrow and worry; he didn't want to lose his twin, especially not in such a horrible way.
He got up and headed towards the bathroom for a glass of water, his mouth feeling incredibly dry. He was only a few steps away from the door when he heard a noise breaking the peaceful silence around him: humming. Turning around towards his sister, he saw she was still lying on her bed with her eyes closed, a smile across his face as she hummed a familiar tune that he recognized as being 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. He didn't think much of it, knowing Mabel was known for sometimes talking in her sleep, but that all changed when she opened her mouth and breathed in.
"Twinkle twinkle, Shooting Star
I'll be watching from afar
Up above the world so high
Laughing as your loved ones die
Twinkle twinkle, Shooting Star
You'll be left with quite a scar."
Dipper could feel is breathing stop as he cautiously took a step forward towards his sister, his heart beating even faster now.
"When all life on Earth is gone
I'll be the one who rules upon
It will be oh so much fun
Killing humans one by one
Twinkle twinkle, Shooting Star…"
Dipper's heart sunk when she opened her eyes and gave him a devilish grin, her eyes glowing bright red as they had before.
"…You'll die in a way that's most bizarre."
AUTHOR'S NOTE (PLEASE READ)
This chapter is by far my least favorite of this whole story. It's mostly a filler, 'cause I really couldn't think of anything interesting to write. Still, I'd like to thank TheTrueAmerican for the idea for this chapter. Even if I couldn't do much with it, it was still a really good idea.
Also, I apologize for the delay. I wanted to have updated sooner, but everything seemed to get in the way. The day I wanted to start this chapter I caught a nasty cold, which evolved into an ear infection the next day. I couldn't hear anything out of my right ear for over a week. Then the medication I took made me really drowsy and I lost the will to do just about anything other than sleep. That plus my dad wanting me to help him translate some documents and signing up for college entrance exams left me with very little time in my hands. But worry not! My cold has finally subsided, my ear is almost back to normal, the documents are almost all done and I've signed up for the exams (which are in three months), so now I'll be able to update more often. Unless something else comes up. Which I hope it doesn't.
Nonetheless, thank you all for keeping up with this story. Where almost at the end. Can your heart take the surprises I have in store?
