Disclaimer: How peculiar. We are slowly making our way towards the season 1 finale, and things are now starting to get intense. Ooooh!

TravisUmbra: Bill seems to be the possessive type. He already hates Dipper, Mabel, and everyone else. Elaine is just an exception to this rule. Unfortunately, she seems to not realize what is happening around her. If she keeps going the way she is, she'll end up meeting a fate worse than death… a super obsessive demon who won't let her leave without a fight.

RillFipher: AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! Okay, okay. I'm cool. You're cool. We're all cool. Hehehe. Glad to know you liked the ending there.

muscialocelot: It's both! Let's be honest here, any relationship with Bill, whether it's platonic or not is gonna be terrifying. Not much sweetness going on here people.

Jayla Fire Gal: Thanks! I've been having a blast writing this since December, and it makes me glad that so many people are enjoying it too!

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"Speaking"

Thinking

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Edited: Sept. 2/18


Elaine's POV

"Yahoo!" Ack! That's a mistake! That's freezing! I pushed off against the bottom of the pool, and swam up towards the surface, breaking the water's surface. Taking a deep breath, I quickly refilled my lungs. Okay, more bearable now. Brushing the hair out of my face, I bobbed in the middle of the pool, laughing. Now this, this was the life.

Ever since last night's… events, I had been feeling a lot better than I had been all summer. Dipper and Mabel and I had never been closer, and I felt like I really made progress with demon-boy. It's… odd, to say the least, that I had finally admitted out loud to him that I liked his company. Sure, I'd hinted at it in the past, and even thought about it, but I had never spoken openly about it.

Wow. how much I had changed in one month. I stroked over towards the edge of the pool, and crossed my arms along the soaked cement ground. Resting my head on my hands, I glanced over to Mabel and Mermando. I was too far away to hear them, but I could make out Mabel accidentally splash them by slamming a fist excitedly into the water, missing the inflatable raft. "Guess someone finally decided to bust out a merman," I said quietly to myself, giggling. Still cute together. I heard small footsteps walk in my direction, and I glanced up. Oh, how I wish I hadn't.

"Why, if it isn't Miss Elaine? How y'all doing this fine day?" Gideon said, leering down at me. Crude little lilliputian psycho…

"Fine, before you showed up." Unfolding my arms, I held onto the lip of the pool firmly. "What do you want, Gleeful? Don't you have Stan to annoy?"

"I would, but he went to the restroom." We looked over to see Stan walk into the changing area where the washrooms were. "Now tell me, Elaine." Gideon narrowed his eyes as he focused back on me. "Where pray tell are you from?"

"Like I've been telling my friends, kid, I'm from Canada. Seriously, I know next to nothing about America.," I smirked. "Ask Dipper. I had to get his help in figuring out how Fahrenheit temperature worked."

"You and I both know that's a lie, girl." Gideon clenched his fist. Unlike Mabel and Dipper, he didn't scare me. I had a twisted friendship with Bill freakin' Cipher! Gideon was crazy, but compared to everything else I'd been through after our first introduction and the dating fiasco, the terror had significantly faded.

"Maybe," I shrugged. He wasn't wrong. "But who's gonna believe you? Yeah, I hide stuff from people. Doesn't everyone? What's important, is that no figures it out until they're ready." I gripped the side tightly, and hoisted myself out of the pool, and sat beside Gideon. The white haired boy looked at me weirdly, probably because he had no idea where I was coming from with this. "I know stuff, kid. I know stuff about practically everyone in this town. So," I glared at Gideon. It might've been more effective if I had my glasses on. I couldn't really focus without them, so my eyes were probably all over the place. "If you don't want me on your bad side, you won't tell anyone about me, and I won't tell anyone about you."

"What makes you think you know me, girl?" He asked, but I could tell I had him on edge. Not so fun when it's you being played, huh Gideon? I was tiptoeing around the fact I knew the truth about this dimension, but Gideon would never say anything to the twins. He was insane, but he wasn't stupid.

I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Because I know you plan on stealing the Mystery Shack to gain 'ultimate power'." I put air quotes around the ending. Yeah. I went there.

Gideon's eyes widened in shock. "H-how do you-you don't know anything!" He shouted, but his voice was still kept low enough as to not alarm the other swimmers.

"Oh sweet, sweet Gideon Gleeful," I cooed. Internally, I was laughing my butt off. I had only seen him this shaken when he had first met Bill. "I know lots of things." The pale boy's face somehow got even paler, and he ran off towards the lawn chair before Stan got back to it. I giggled as Stan started yelling at Gideon who had returned from the washroom, but he didn't even seem to notice. The younger male looked in my direction one last time in terrified confusion, and I gave a sly grin and a wave. Two can play at this game, Gideon. I already do it with Bill. And while I may not win with him, I will beat you. Besides, I was pretty sure Bill and me were tied when it came to who could be the wittiest being in the room.

"Elaine!" I looked back at the pool, and saw Mabel and Mermando swim over to me. "Are you alright? Was Gideon bothering you?" Oh. So she was watching that. Not that there was any harm there, as our conversation was kept quiet except for his shouting.

"Nah, kid. I was just giving the brat a good telling off." I turned to look at Mermando, and smiled. "Hello. Are you one of Mabel's friends?"

"Yes, I am." Oh gosh, that Spanish accent. "It is a pleasure to meet you, senorita," he grinned.

"Same here, kid. Mabel, is there any other reason you swam over here besides Gideon?" I asked, putting my hands on the ground before pushing myself back into the pool. I spun around to see their nervous faces, and wondered if I had missed something. "What?"

Mabel and Mermando exchanged a look before the girl took a deep breath. "I need you help to break into the pool tonight and get Mermando out to the lake because he needs to get home because he's a merman!" She took several breaths to get the air back into her lungs, and gestured to the raft that Mermando brought over with him. The merman pushed it away from him enough for me to see the shimmering emerald tail under the water. The fins at the end gently moved back and forth, keeping him to the surface.

"Cool," I admitted, and looked back up at the two kids. The scales shimmered with various shades of green, appearing more teal under the pool's surface. "But why do you guys want my help?"

"Because you're a better driver than I am," Mabel said. "Please, Ellie." She brought her hands together, and up to her face, pouting.

"Heh. Kid, you can put that pouty lip away," I laughed. "I'll help. I mean, it's not every day that you get to perform a jail break with a fish man." Part of me also knew this would mess up Dipper's job at the pool, but I saw this as more important. Mermando wouldn't survive for much longer if he remained there. While I doubted breathing chlorine was safe, there wasn't enough food and I highly believed that cold and ice plus a merman wouldn't end well.

Mermando laughed at that, and Mabel's face brightened. The girl swam closer, and latched onto my arm. Thank goodness I was still hanging onto the wall, as she might've dragged me down by accident. "You're the best, Elaine!"

"Tell me something I don't know Mabel," I replied, patting the back of her head with my captured arm. "Mission improbable is a go!"

"Improbable?" Mermando repeated. "Correct me if I am wrong, but isn't it impossible?"

"Nope!" I grinned. "Improbable. After everything I've been through this summer, I've learned that nothing is impossible except impossibility."

"Does that… even make sense?" Mabel asked curiously.

"Who cares!" I cackled. "It's Elaine Logic!"

(Time Skip)

Elaine Logic. Something I had started to jot down in my journal whenever a new rule, mistake, or fact popped into my head ever since I had started living here at the Mystery Shack. The list was at the back of my journal, containing many scratches and liquid eraser marks from changes. As I drove Mabel through town towards the pool in the Mystery Cart, I replayed the three most important mistakes I had made since arriving.

Mistake number one was waking up in the wrong dimension. How that was even possible, me and Bill had yet to come up with an answer. When an omniscient demon didn't have an answer, there's definitely something wrong.

Mistake number two was making a deal with a sadistic demon to get back home. I may have only been there for a month, but I had experienced those sadistic tendencies first hand. From having his symbol carved into my flesh by intense magical burning, to an invisible choking force.

Mistake number three, of course, was the most interesting: having the time of my life with a certain set of twins while somehow warming up to said demon. My stomach twisted weirdly at the last thought, and I steadied my grip on the wheel. I never meant to get so close to the twins. I never meant to consider them as friends. I was supposed to follow the silent rule of never getting close to the characters in a game or show, in fear of getting myself torn apart when I had to leave in the end… but this world wasn't even close to the show. It was its own place, with its own people.

Good thing I never listened to those mistakes.

"Elaine!" Mabel shook my arm, and I looked over at her. "We're almost there." She pointed towards the pool that was less than 100 ft from us, and I could make out a hole cut out in the wired fence. Thank you, Grunkle Stan. Carefully, I turned the golf cart around, and backed it through the hole, the rear lights lighting up Mermando's form by the pool's edge.

"Mabel!" Mermando exclaimed, swimming up to us.

I ran to the back of the storage house, and started unrolling the hose attached to the side, grinning. Man, I can see why Stan breaks so many laws. This is awesome! Ignoring Mabel and Mermando's conversation, I picked up the cooler from the closet Mabel had picked open with a bobby pin, dropped it onto the back of the Mystery Cart and began filling it up with water.

"But then we realized we can just transport you in this cooler," Mabel finished, leaning against our ride. I turned off the tap, and placed the hose back on the ground.

"Ha ha!" Mermando hoisted himself out of the water and flopped repeatedly on the deck, knocking over a bucket filled with a mop and brooms. He laid still for a few seconds, before getting enough strength to fling himself into the cooler, splashing Mabel and me. I laughed, wiping away the water from my glasses,before a sudden shout made the three of us freeze.

"Hey, who's there!?"

How could I forget about Dipper!? "Quick, hide me," Mermando cried, keeping quiet in case the other kid heard him. He shuffled around, lowering himself deeper into the cooler. "My kind must not be seen."

"Mabel? Elaine?" Dipper ran over to us, shining the flashlight at our faces. "Is there anyone not breaking into the pool tonight? What, is Soos here too?" He raised his arms in exasperation.

I leaned around Mabel, and laughed as said man crawled over the fence, and dropped to his back on the ground. "I'm okay."

"Go home, Soos," Dipper deadpanned, not bothering to even look behind him.

"You got it." Soos got up, and started jumping to get a hold of the top of the chain-link fence.

"So, why are you two here?" Dipper asked, looking at us curiously.

"Uh..." Mabel and I exchanged nervous looks. "No reason," she said, only to have Mermando cough from within the cooler. Out of the corner of my eye, I could make out the lid faintly move above him. Couldn't you have picked a better time, kid?

"Did that cooler just clear its throat?" Dipper raised an eyebrow, pointing at the cooler.

"Don't be silly," Mabel waved him off. "There certainly isn't a merman in there, if that's what you're implying. Who said anything about a merman?" Way to be casual, Mabel.

"Mabel, I don't have time for your games. If you and Elaine don't give me those pool supplies, I'll lose the coolest job ever!" Dipper shouted. Mabel looked about ready to protest, but I settled my hand on her shoulder. Looking up at me oddly, I gave a quick wink, and her eyes lit up in understanding. I didn't say anything, but the basic idea was passed between us. Distract the Dipper and book it to the lake. Just like when I drove the cart when evading the gnomes, I carefully walked back and settled into the driver's seat. However, I didn't turn the ignition. I didn't need Dipper getting suspicious.

"Oh, I understand." Mabel looked down sadly, before bringing her head up quickly. "Hey, look! Wendy in a bikini!" She pointed behind him, and Dipper whirled around, shining his flashlight at all possible hiding places.

"What, really? At night?" I burst out laughing as Mabel threw herself into the seat beside me. Turning the key, I punched the gas peddle and sped off into the night.

"Sorry, Dipper!" I called out behind me, and raised a hand to Mabel. Laughing along, she slapped her hand against mine. "Woo! Point, Mystery Girls!"

"Don't worry, Mermando!" Mabel shouted back to Mermando. The young merman lifted up the cooler lid, and looked up at her. "We're gonna get you home!" He smiled, before a water balloon smacked into the cooler, missing his head by mere inches. Sinking back into the water, we saw Dipper chasing after us in the pool cart. He reached beside him, and pulled out a megaphone.

"Hand over the pool supplies, in the name of pool law!" Dipper declared.

"Pool law sucks!" I shouted back. "And so does that stupid hat!" I swerved to avoid another balloon, having it sail past my head. I really didn't like the hat. I didn't suit him at all, and it made that job go to his head. I mean, chasing us down? Yeah, theft was bad, but so was driving the boat cart down the road at high speeds.

"Look! Gravity Falls lake!" I cranked the wheel, looking at where Mabel was pointing, and headed off down the dirt road Stan had used when we went to the lake for fishing. Once outside of the main town, we raced by pine trees and a large Gideon billboard. The sun is coming up.

Indeed, the forest around was beginning to be bathed in a golden light, and off in the distance, I could see the sun reflecting off the water. "I cannot breath!" Mabel and I saw Mermando had popped off the lid, and I frowned at the water pooling out of the open plug from the cooler. Dipper must've gotten a lucky shot. "You must hurry!"

"What do you think we're doing!?" I cried, turning back to watch the road. The welcome sign whipped by us, and we were only several dozen meters away from the dock. Narrowing my eyes, I whipped the wheel around to turn us, only… I had hit the brake by accident instead of the gas. Hard.

"AAHH!" Mabel and I flew out of the cart as it spun out, the machine flying out from under us and landing on its side. The cooler went tumbling off the back, landing on its side as well beside Mabel. She quickly stood up, and I leaned against the cart in support. I had fallen not too far from it when it crashed by said dock, but Mabel was thrown a few feet to the side. "I'm okay," Mabel said, checking herself for any injuries.

"Wish I could say the same." I glanced down at my left leg, and frowned. "I think I sprained my ankle." I leaned forward and rolled up my pants, and slid down my sock to get a better view. The outer side was a nasty shade of purple, and was swollen like a golf ball. "Well, that's just lovely."

"Alright, the jig is up!" Dipper jumped out of his ride, and ran over to us, having to screech to a halt to avoid plowing us over. "Hand over that cooler!"

"Never!" Mabel wrapped her arms around it for dear life, not showing any sign of letting it go. A puddle of water leaked from the lid, showing just how little there still was inside for Mermando.

"Why not? Why do you even need it?" He asked impatiently.

Mabel threw a panicked look at me, and I gave a small nod. It's not like we have any other options, Mabel. Turning to Dipper, she took a deep breath. If this is the exact same thing she did when she told me, this is going to be a mouthful. "I needed the cooler to save my new friend because he needs to go home and he's really nice and we comb each others hair and needs to be in the cooler because he breathes water because he's a merman!"

She pushed open the lid, and Mermando rolled out, coming to a stop at Dipper's feet. He looked up at the other twin, and waved. "Hola." Yep. It was a mouthful.

The merman flexed his tail, water dripping off the fins, and Dipper jumped back in surprise. "Whoa!" He looked at us in shock. "Way to bury the lead, guys."

"Dipper, Mermando the merman." She gestured to the fish-boy, who had got into a seated position. "He's a merman."

"Nice to meet you. Also, I think I am dying." Mermando gasped, and I paled when his face went a light blue, Falling backwards, his head roughly smacked against the ground and he sloppily pointed towards his face. "Water! Agua! Yo necesito!"

"Oh, no! Mermando!" Mabel exclaimed, and knelt down to life his body up. His head slumped against her arm, as consciousness began to fade fast. "Dipper, you're a lifeguard! Give him CPR!"

"Mermen don't breathe air!" He shouted, throwing his arms out.

"Then give him reverse CPR! Doi!" Dipper paused for a second, and sprinted off towards the cart. Reaching into the front seat, he ran back with a water bottle. Now, I'd like to say that I could've pointed out the obvious, and had them throw Mermando into the lake by now. On the other hand,… I just really wanted to see Dipper kiss a fish man.

I had problems. Sue me.

Sliding on his knees once he got close enough, he ripped off the cap and took a large amount of water into his cheeks. Leaning over Mermando determinedly, I held back a laugh as Dipper used his mouth to force the water into Mermando's. Sitting back up, he squirted more water into his mouth and repeated the process. "I hate this!" Dipper informed us before going back down. "I hate this!"

On the last mouth-to-mouth, Mabel snapped a picture, and tossed the camera to me. "Blackmail!" She laughed. Chuckling, I slid the camera into my bag and zippered it shut. This was definitely going into my journal later. Ah, memories. When this gets developed, I'll give the camera back… and I should probably return that music player too, while I'm at it.

Gasping, Mermando sat up without Mabel's assistance and turned to Dipper. The male twin wiped the water off his mouth, frowning. "Thank you for saving me. But why didn't you just roll me into the lake?" Dipper blinked, and smacked a hand to his forehead with a groan.

"Not your greatest moment, Dipper." I carefully stood up, trying to put as little weight on my foot as possible. "Come on, guys. Let's get him into the lake."

Grinning, Mabel hooked her arm under Mermando's, and Dipper grabbed his other arm. Together, the twins helped the boy down the dock to the water where it was deep enough for him to swim. I limped along behind them, but ended up sitting down on one of the dock's posts. I was too sore to try and make it to the end, and didn't want to mess up my ankle any more than I probably already did.

I fished out a roll of gauze from the bag, and began wrapping up the swollen skin. Mabel ran past me for a moment, and dashed back to the end of the dock with a megaphone. Ah, right. Almost forgot about that. Humming to myself as I did up my foot, I failed to hear Mabel's speech about doing anything for someone when you know it could never work out. I also could've sworn, as I finally looked back, Dipper was giving me a quick look at the end of her speech. Huh. What was that about? "Well, Mermando." I saw Mabel smile sadly at the merman. "I guess this is it."

"Not quite," Mermando replied slyly. I couldn't see him anymore, as he was down in the water, but his voice still carried over to me. "This is!"

Before Mabel could react, the merman threw himself out of the water, supporting himself with his hands on the dock as the megaphone floated in the water, and kissed Mabel. For such an innocent thing for two 12 year old kids, I knew that meant a lot to both of them. Who knew if they were ever going to see each other again? It was also extremely hilarious to watch Dipper's grossed out reaction at the sight of seeing his sister swapping spit with someone.

"Whoa! Okay, that's gross." Dipper spun around, his eyes tightly closed, shuddering. "Ugh."

Mermando backed away from Mabel, and sank back into the water. Mabel's face brightened, and she bounced happily on her heels. "That was my first kiss!" She turned to Dipper, nudging him with her elbow. "Hey, it was also kind of your first kiss too, huh? Huh?"

"Please don't involve me in this," he begged, as I laughed openly behind them. Well, I will admit, that was more memorable than my first kill. I closed my book bag, having tossed the gauze back inside.

Mabel knelt down on the wharf, and grabbed Mermando's hand, interlocking their fingers. "Goodbye, Mermando."

"Goodbye, Mabel." He slowly let go of her hand, and started swimming off towards the waterfall. The twins and I stared off at the sunrise that rose up behind the cliff, the lake sparkling in the morning sun.

"You did the right thing, Dipper," Mabel spoke up.

"Yeah, yeah." Dipper and Mabel headed towards me, and Dipper helped me to my feet. I swung my arm around his shoulder, and with his support, he helped me down the dock to the Mystery Cart.

"Oh, wait, wait!" Mabel shouted once we reached dry land. "One last thing!" She ran away from us, and down the line of boulders that reached out on the other side of the wharf that were supposed to prevent waves from crashing inland. She came to a halt, and threw her fist in the air,just as Mermando jumped out of the water behind her. "Yes!" She cheered, the mist creating a small rainbow behind her thick brown locks. "I always wanted to do that."

"Of course you did," I said. Mabel walked back over to us, and with a loud grunt, we flipped the Mystery Cart back onto its wheels. "Mabel, can you drive? I don't think I'm capable right now."

"Oh!" Mabel glanced down at my foot, and gave me a sheepish smile. "Sorry about that, Elaine."

"It's alright, kid. An ice pack and some elevation will fix that up in no time." I sat down in the passenger seat as Mabel started up the engine. Dipper got back into the pool car, and looked over at us.

"I'll get this all back to Poolcheck. He'll… probably fire me for this," he sighed. I rolled my eyes as we drove off to the pool again, side by side.

"Probably, but I wouldn't be too upset over it, Dippin' Dots." He glanced at me from his ride, confused. Yeah, that might have been a little harsh, but it's not like he was actually doing normal lifeguard stuff. "I know why you got that job. It's pretty obvious."

"Y-you do?" Dipper stuttered, a faint pink dusting his cheeks.

"You did it to hang out with Wendy, right?" I asked, before realizing something seemed… off. He was never nervous about talking about Wendy in the show to other people. So then… why was he so tense? "You two had been hanging out a lot ever since you got the job."

"O-oh! Yeah, um… I did. But, after everything that just happened..." Dipper slowly drove through the hole in the fence, as Mabel and I parked off to the side. I could make out the sound of his car's engine dying down, and Dipper walked over to the fence, giving a forced grin. "I realized that… I won't be able to force her to like me, no matter how many things I do for her. That doesn't stop me from having a crush on Wendy, just… that I need to be someone who is… is…" Dipper struggled at the end, trying to find the right words.

"Be someone worthy of loving?" I supplied. Dipper locked eyes with me, and suddenly, his grin seemed more natural.

"Yeah. That's… pretty much it. Thanks, Elaine. You two coming in?" Mabel nodded, albeit a tad glumly, and walked over to the pool, dangling her legs in the water. I would have gone over to cheer her up, but how was I supposed to reach her like this? I really hope those bottle messages come. That would definitely cheer her up. I however, shook my head. The sun had finally come up, and the warmth of the summer began to sink in again. The hose still was sprawled out along the ground, there were two holes in the fence, and the pool cart itself sported several nasty dents from the chase. Ouch. Poolcheck is not going to be happy.

"Nah. It's better for me if I just relaxed a bit until I can walk properly. You guys just let me know when you're ready to head back to the Mystery Shack, okay?" I settled into my seat, choosing to wait it out until someone could drive me back. Stan should have been still there, but… wasn't he glued to the seat?

"Alright, Elaine." Dipper vanished back behind the buildings, and I watched as more and more cars drove into the parking lot and families headed into the pool. Sighing, I leaned back, and perched my foot up on the dashboard. Now… I could think.

We were almost at the halfway point of the summer. Which was a blessing, and… a curse. With Dreamscaperers and Gideon Rises on the horizon, despite no longer thinking in terms of the show, I knew that those events wouldn't end well. For the twins, or for… me. I had started having doubts about what the outcome would be. When Dipper first met Bill, would he still like me? Would he force Stan to have me removed from the Shack? I didn't wanna leave them. Despite how much I had fought against becoming attached, I had fallen in love with the twins. Mabel was… so much like my little sis. Both were extremely energetic, had a knack for arts and crafts, and loved their sibling to death. I guess that explained why I was always around Dipper. He and I were a lot alike too. Brainy, could be scarily serious when we needed to be, and had our dorky moments at the worst of times.

And Bill. I did enjoy his company. I'd almost say I… loved it. The triangular sadist had crept into my mind, and wouldn't let go without a fight. Both of our strange and unique way of thinking had drawn us into a bizarre truce, that allowed me to be around him without any more fear of suffocating by demon magic. Even if he didn't want to admit it so openly, he did like me too.

The confused demon and the fallen angel. Sounded like some sort of tragic fairy tale, huh? I wondered though, if this was what Ford experienced before he discovered Bill's true plans.

Grinning to myself, I watched Dipper and Wendy head towards the exit of the pool, both in their normal gear. Wait, so… was Dipper here all night to keep stuff from being stolen? Had he been in those clothes all day yesterday and this morning? However, before he could follow Wendy off towards the main road, about halfway through the parking lot, Dipper looked over at me. Smiling, I gave a small two-fingered salute. What are you waiting for, Dippin' Dots? Go get her!

Dipper's eyes darted from me to Wendy, then me again. He seemed… conflicted. I was too far away to hear what he said to the redhead, but before I knew it, he walked over to me. Wendy herself, still with a smile on her face, headed off to the sidewalk and went on her way. "Uh… Dipper? What are you doing? You're missing your chance with her here."

"No, I'm not." Dipper sat down in the driver's seat, and started up the cart. "Right now, you're more important." I… what? This… this wasn't how I-huh? "Now, c'mon. Let's go home and get some ice on that ankle."

"Wh-what about Mabel?" I asked, the pool disappearing behind us. What was happenng? Why was Dipper choosing to take me back to the Shack, instead of hanging out with Wendy? The pine trees became to thicken around us, and we drove down the dirt road to the Mystery Shack. "How's she getting home?"

"Grunkle Stan is still there. He'll drive her home," Dipper said, finally answering me. He parked against the house, and with his help, I got out of the cart and we headed into the house. Stan hadn't locked it when he left, so we easily made our way into the living room. Settling down onto the couch, Dipper dragged a chair over from the table and supported my foot on the seat. Wow, Dipper. You really don't have to do this, you know that right? But it felt nice, that someone besides Stan, and to a lesser extent Bill, would be willing to help fix my injuries. I'm such a klutz, I sighed, smiling as Dipper felt around the swollen flesh, checking for any anomalies.

"It's just swollen, no breaks or anything," he concluded. "I'll be right back with a bag of ice, Elaine."

"Alright… Mason." Dipper froze in the doorway, almost tripping over his own feet, and I gave a thankful nod. I guess he wasn't used to anyone calling him by his real name. I had no idea if his parents did or not, but judging from that reaction, I was thinking not. A faint smile crept across his face, along with another blush, and he headed off to the kitchen to get the ice.

Glancing around, I reached into my bag, and slid my journal out. Clicking open my pen, I began writing. " I'm… scared, about what is to come for me, Mabel, and Dipper. While the exact days are unknown to me, I know that it is only a matter of time before Gideon summons Bill. How the twins, specifically Dipper, will react to my deal.

I've been able to deal with my scars, my realization of possible death, and bonding with supposedly cartoon characters. I should be able to handle anything at this point, but… it's still a concern.

But really, after everything I've gone through already, what could be worse?"


Such famous last words, Elaine.

Dreamscaperers is an episode I've been wanting to write the most about for season 1. And at the rate I'm working at, it'll hopefully, and I mean HOPEFULLY, be out before the summer.

Until next time!

Angel