Mason is referred to as Dipper a lot because that is how Mabel sees him. Very short chapter, but I regret nothing. Thanks to Quiet Leaf, rwbygirl, Loopy Leefy, and BIuefish for reviewing!
Mabel's eyes blinked open slowly, and she yawns and sits up. Running her gaze around the room, she realizes she's in Dip's apartment again. Pulling a blanket around her shoulders, she walks down the hallway towards. Dipper's bedroom door is open, and deserted, so she knocks gently on the door to his 'office'.
"Come in."
She steps in and smiles at the mess. "Hiya, Dipper." Mabel yawns.
"Well, hello there! You slept for a long time. When I got back, you were asleep. Tired?" Dipper smiled.
"Uh, I guess. I don't really know."
"Hmm. Also, did you pull out a knife? I found one on the counter but I know I didn't pull one out."
"Mmm, maybe. I don't know. I'm going to go lay down, okay?"
"Sure. I'll wake you up at dinner, okay?"
Nodding assent, Mabel starts back out down the hall. She curls up on the leather couch and rests her head on the pillow. Her head was fuzzy and aching slightly, so she was going to sleep it off.
Her dreams were strange.
A gaunt figure reaches out, ashen gray skin stretched too tight over a skeletal bone structure. Black eyes with white pupils peer out at her, and its mouth stretches wide to reveal a berry red tongue.
A creature of pure chaos, shape constantly shifting and changing, morphs around, whispering things to her.
A man with gray hair covers his eyes. Removing his hands, she sees blood leaking down from them. A third eye cracks open his skin.
Her brother falls off a cliff. Wendy is hit with a hatchet. Mabel throws up blood.
She shoots upright, breathing heavily. Glancing around, she realizes that it had gotten much later. Dipper stands in the kitchen, behind the stove. She smiles, and flops down, turning the TV on to rid herself of the post-nightmare trauma.
Mason sat on the couch by his twin, feeling rather content. He had made breakfast for dinner, and Mabel had eaten without complaint. She was surprisingly quiet. "So, how did your day with your new neighbor go?" She asked.
"It was good. He's pretty similar to us, you know. He had many strange… experiences during his summers, too."
"Oh? Sounds interesting. I'm glad you like him. It would suck to have to live by someone you don't get along with."
"Yeah. Actually, uh.."
"Yeah?"
"He suggested we start a blog together."
"Wow, you sure got friendly quickly! Weird, because you've never been very good at making friends."
"I know, right?" Mason turned to smile at Mabel, and found she was already smiling at him. They both cracked up laughing.
"So, are you going to do it?" She asked, turning a bit more serious.
He hesitates. "Maybe. I don't know, it seems like a good idea. But then again, so did giving him a 'puppet', all those years ago."
"Oh, come on! You can't live in the past! I doubt what's-his-name is an evil dream demon bent on taking over the world!" His sister cries indignantly.
"Gray. And I doubt that, too. He seems like a good guy."
"Then go for it, idiot!"
Mason smiled, and changed the channel.
Gray was sitting on his bed, his laptop out. All around him was stacks of boxes that he had yet to unpack. Tonight he just ordered take-out for dinner. Liwei's Garden was the best he had tried so far. Sticking the fork into the warm noodles and twirling them, he pulled out a clod of the delicious food.
Grayson…
He froze, fork halfway to his open mouth. Closing his mouth and swallowing hard, he set the food back in the container and moved it aside.
Grayson. Have you done what I asked?
"Uh, no. But I'm working on it!" He snaps, angry.
WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!
"I'm sorry! You don't understand, I have to gain his trust first!"
We will have Mason Pines…
"I know, Bixhar. I know."
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