Dipper's sleep was peaceful, despite the ordeal he'd been through, and he woke the next morning feeling refreshed and ready for anything. At least until he rolled over and noticed that Andrietta was pacing a track back and forth between the door of the bedroom and the triangular window. Her hair was a wild black cloud hovering around her shoulders in an invisible wind and her teeth were bared in a feral snarl. Her clawed fingers were curled so tightly into fists that the boy was surprised that she wasn't dripping blood on the floor. "Is something wrong?" Dipper asked, keeping his voice low so he wouldn't wake Mabel, who was sleeping peacefully for the first time since the whole mess with Gideon had started.
Andrietta froze and, after a moment, her hair dropped smoothly to rest against her spine and her hands relaxed out of fists. She turned towards him, trying to smile at him. "Nothing's wrong. I'm just still wound up from my scrap with that other demon last night."
Dipper wasn't convinced, but he also wasn't stupid enough to argue with someone who'd looked like a feral animal just moments ago. Instead he slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom, leaving Andrietta and the book safely shut away in his and Mabel's room. Once he had shut and locked the bathroom door, Dipper splashed some water on his face, trying to calm his nerves. Andrietta's obvious anxiety was catching, and Dipper found himself flinching when he heard footsteps thumping towards the bathroom door. His muscles tensed, ready to fight or flee, when someone rapped lightly on the door, tapping out some kind of cheerful sounding song. He relaxed, realizing who was on the other side just as Mabel called, "Hurry up, silly head! We can't go on any adventures if you stay locked in the bathroom all day." Then the sound of her footsteps skipped off, leaving Dipper to laugh about how silly he was being. There were no monsters coming after him and Andrietta was all wound up about nothing.
He had to hold on to that idea until after breakfast, Mabel's sunny demeanor making it easy to smile and laugh. The girl was absolutely over the moon with relief now that the whole mess with Gideon had been solved. She chattered and giggled through breakfast, waving about her cereal spoon and splattering milk across the table. The two chatted cheerfully until Grunkle Stan stumbled out, looking far from awake. "Morning kids," he mumbled, opening cabinets at random as he searched for a clean coffee cup.
"Good morning, Grunkle Stan," Mabel called, waving cheerfully and splattering more milk across the table. "What are you up to on this fine morning?" The almost manic happiness in her eyes was a sure sign that there was about to be some kind of crazy, glittery trouble, but Grunkle Stan wasn't paying any attention as he pulled out what appeared to be the last clean coffee cup and filled it.
"Eh, I've got to work on some new attraction. Gotta keep drawing in those suckers."
"Ooh, ooh! Can I help?" Mabel was practically bouncing her seat with anticipation as Grunkle Stan considered her question.
"Yeah, alright," he said at last and Mabel let out an enthusiastic cheer.
"Yes!" she shrieked excitedly, dropping her spoon into her bowl so that milk sloshed over the edge, forming a small pool on the table. "I'll go get my glitter and bedazzling supplies." She scrambled off the chair and then darted off towards the attic bedroom that she and Dipper shared.
A look of startled horror crossed Stan's face as he watched her practically fly out of sight and Dipper snickered into his cereal bowl, struggling to school his face into a look of innocence when his grunkle looked at him for help. "What have I done?"
"Unleashed the power of Mabel?" Dipper suggested cheerfully, finishing his cereal and escaping to the bathroom to brush his teeth before Mabel showed up with her craft supplies. He'd seen that particular sugar fueled tornado and he didn't envy Grunkle Stan the job of dealing with her.
Dipper was rinsing and spitting when the anxiety from earlier in the morning came rushing back. He rushed to finish up, hurrying back towards the attic. He glanced around every corner as he went, searching for any sign of a threat, but unless he was being stalked by the Hide Behind or the Invisible Wizard, then there was no one around. He scrambled up the stairs and flung open the attic door, a little trail of glitter and sequins on the floor a sure sign that Mable had passed through here recently. Stan's next creation was going to be especially interesting this time, and spectacularly sparkly.
Andrietta was perched on Dipper's bed, knees curled up to her chest. She looked surprisingly vulnerable, even with her clawed fingernails, but the eyes that turned to look at the boy were irritated. "Your obnoxious little ball of sunshine sister just whirled through here like a hurricane, trailing sparkles and good vibes in her wake," she said, shuddering a little. "It was horrible." Dipper managed a weak smile at her obvious disgust and she uncurled, sliding off the bed to resume pacing, pausing every once in a while to stare out the window.
"What are you looking for?" Dipper asked after about the third round of this, sliding off the bed where he'd been attempting to read through the journal for the twelfth time since he'd found it.
"Trouble," came the sour response as she leaned against the window frame.
"From Gideon?" Dipper asked skeptically. "We destroyed his amulet, so he doesn't exactly have a demon at his beck and call anymore."
"Maybe not, but if he summoned one, he can always summon more, and someone like Gideon isn't going to give up easily." She let out a hissing sigh and turned to face him. "Can we get out of here? All these triangles are making me nervous."
"What's wrong with triangles?" Dipper questioned and immediately regretted it. Andrietta actually growled at him, lips curling back to bare sharp teeth at him. He scrambled back, startled, and banged his head hard against the wall. "Ow!" he whined automatically, reaching a hand back to rub against the sore spot on his head as Andrietta calmed herself. "Thanks a lot," he complained at her and she heaved out an exasperated sigh.
"I just don't want to talk about it," she grated out. "Okay?"
"Okay," Dipper agreed. "But if we're getting out of here, then we're going on an adventure." He grabbed the journal, tucking it under one arm, and dug his sneakers out from under the bed.
"As long as it gets us away from all these triangles, I'm in," Andrietta said, being surprisingly agreeable, and Dipper turned to grin at her, excitement replacing any lingering dread.
"Awesome! Let's go."