Chapter 12

"Dipper, I was there, in the Dreamscape. Bill said when I sleep, that's what happens. Forever!" I gasped the next morning.

"It's okay, calm down. You said that when you sleep, you go to the Dreamscape?" Dipper asked.

"Yes," I said a bit more calmly.

"Um, how bad is it there?" he asked uncertainly.

"It wouldn't be that bad, except Bill is there. And I think he likes me," I buried my head in my arms.

"Hm, I guess that would be bad," he mumbled awkardly.

"Why couldn't I just have died!?" I sighed, exsasperated.

"Don't think like that! We'll do something.

"The thing is, I don't think anything can be done. Bill said it was permanent." I sighed, "You know, I used to be an optimist." I sneered.

"It's alright. The journal has all kinds of secrets that we haven't found out yet. I'm sure something is in there," Dipper prompted.

"There usually is," I said, a bit sarcasticaly.

"There's nothing. I can't believe it. . ." We had finished scouring the journal for a clue, but we came up empty-handed.

"Mm. . . Maybe we should tell Stan? Wait, he wouldn't belive us. Nevermind"

"Wait, that's not a bad idea. What's the harm in trying? And besides, he hasn't noticed my eyes yet," I brightened. Maybe there was a way out of this. We walked down the stairs and into the shop. Stan was counting money at the register.

"Sup dudes!" Soos greeted us from across the store.

"Morning, Soos," Dipper waved.

"Um, Stan? Can we talk to you upstairs?" I asked nervously, carefull to sheild my eyes.

"What's the matter?" Stan noticed my tone.

"Upstairs, please. And no, it's not what you think," I walked back up, and Stan followed.

"Stan, I know you know about Gravity Falls. So I'll just cut to the chase. I've turned into a Dream Demon." I said seriously and lifted my eyes to stare directly at him.

"How do you kno- Nevermind, this is serious. Dipper, go to your room," Stan commanded.

"What? But I can help!" Dipper whined.

"No buts! Go!" Dipper unwillingly obeyed.

"Follow me," Stan said. He led me to a vending machine and entered a code. It moved aside. "Don't tell anyone about this, got it?"

I nodded, and we went down the stairs.

"What is this?" I asked in awe, even though I knew. The portal loomed ominously before us.

"It's nothing, come on," Stan opened a drawer and got out two journals. He immediatly started searching them.

"Ah, the Gnomes! Of course!" Stan shouted about ten minutes later. "Come on, I know who can help us." He rushed out, leaveing the journals behind.

"Be back soon gotta go Soos' in charge!" Stan yelled and ran out.

"Yus!" Soos fist-pumped.

"Were are we going?" I asked when we got deeper into the forest.

"To the Gnomes, they owe me a favor," Stan grunted. Eventually, we reached the Gnome's ravine.

"Stan? What are you doing here?" Jeff the Gnome said through a mouthfull of acorns.

"Remember the favor you owe me?" Stan asked.

"Mm. . .Yes," Jeff answered and spit out his acorns.

"Well, I need you to fix my friend. She was a human, but got herslef turned into a Dream Demon. Can you help?" Stan demanded.

"Yes, but it'll cost you extra. It won't be easy, you know," Jeff said.

Stan leaned in closer to Jeff's face.

"Fine, fine! It will take atleast a week to get ready, then a day to do it. Steve! Fred! Get everyone rounded up! Shmebulok! Stop trying to eat that squrriel! C'mon! everyone!" Jeff shouted and started walking away. "Come back in a week!" He said to Stan.

"Well, atleast we've got something- Ouch!" I said as a gnome grabbed a peice of my hair and ran off.

"Sorry it's going to take so long, Skyler," Stan apologized.

"It's fine, I can wait," I mumbled.

"Let's get going," Stan said.

"Okay," I followed him out of the ravine.

"How did you get yourslef mixed up in this, anyway?" Stan asked on the way back.

"It's, ah. . . I was going to die, alright?" I told him everything, even the part about being from a different dimenssion.

"That's. . ." Stan trailed off, uncertain of what to say.

"I know, it's insane," I smiled.

"Well, the gnomes'll fix you up," He paused, "What happens when you dream?"

I shrugged, "I go back to the Dreamscape."

"I think I might have something for that," Stan said as we got back to the shack. There was a crowd outside, waiting for a tour. "Excuse us!" Stan shouted and pushed his way inside, "Tours are cancled untill tomorrow, sorry folks!" A courus of "Awws!" followed us inside.

"Stan! What happened?" Dipper asked.

"Dipper told me everything, Skyler. It's okay though, I'm cool," Soos said.

"Thanks Soos," I plopped down on the couch in the living room.

"Here it is!" Stan came back holding a thin silver chain with a blue stone, "This should do the trick."

"Stan, we need to talk, I thought you didn't believe me," Dipper demanded as Stan put the necklace on me.

Stan sighed, "Look, kid. I just wanted to keep you safe. This is what happens when you go messing around, No offense," He appologized to me.

"No, It's fine," I waved it away.

"But-" Stan cut him off.

"Dipper, please. I don't want you to get killed. Ugh, let's talk later," Stan went upstairs.