Dipper had fallen asleep at his desk, his face laying unceremoniously on an open book. Drool was pooling out of his mouth, leaving the pages under him moist. He had been working through stories on local legends, none of the information had been particularly new or useful but he still searched for similar cases. The closest he had gotten was from his own memories though, he had them drawn out on a nearby notebook.
There was a sudden loud slam downstairs, the sound was fierce enough to jolt him awake. His head then bashed into a lamp he had set up on the desk. Pain instantly shot through him, it was startling enough for him to fall backward in his chair and onto the floor. The floor was not kind, being hardwood. A disparaging grunt escaped Dipper as he looked at the ceiling above him. He contemplated life at this moment.
Lifting his body up from the ground was a struggle, but he did it. Once up he took a look at his surroundings, it was much darker in his room now than it was before. Shadows ominously clung to its corners, the only light was from the moon shining through the window above. The light was white and pale, it stretched across the floor in a line leading to his door. He stepped into this light and fallowed it. There were a few objects randomly skewed on the floor, his feet stumbled over them. Not enough to fall, but just enough to be annoying.
When he got to the door he felt around it, his hand patting the wood randomly. Eventually, he found the nob and turned it slowly. The door let out a loud echoing cry as he pushed it forward. He ran his fingers on the wall of the dark hall, which was almost pitch black.
There was another sudden sound. It wasn't as loud as before, but this time laughter accompanied it. He recognized the voice as Stans.
This wasn't unusual, Dipper decided, his uncle did tend to talk in his sleep.
Once downstairs Dipper walked to where he thought the sound may have come from. They led him to his uncle's old office, well, Soos's office now. The door to the office was wide open, he could see there was no light on. Upon pulling more he could make out the figure of his uncle sitting at the desk. There was the sound of pages being turned.
"Kid. What are you doing up?"
Dippers body stilled, not expecting his uncle to say anything. It may have just been sleep talk, but Dipper answered him anyway with an irritated look on his face.
"I'm twenty-three man, I can stay up as long as I want. Anyway, I could ask you the same thing, Grunkle Stan. What are you doing in the dark?"
Quickly Dipper reached over and flipped the light switch on. He eyed his uncle who now had on a pair of dark black sunglasses. It looked ridiculous.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses?" He asked, confused.
"Mine got broken this morning. Remember? Got these swanky... what do you call em'..." He paused, snapping his fingers irritably as he tried to remember the exact word, "Perspiration? No. Prescription. Well, yeah, got them a while back for a date years ago. Forgot that I had them till now."
Stan then looked down at something on the desk. Dipper knew what it was at a glance, his book. His confusion escalated.
"Pretty neat thing you got going here, kid. Wasn't expecting something like this out you." Two of Stan's fingers then pinched the corner of one of the pages, rubbing it between them gently.
"Or maybe I did." He said with a hint of biting humor, his face looking away from the book back at him. "Anyway, we got something to do right now don't we?"
Dipper, who assumed what he was implying, sighed in defeat.
"Do you really think we should call Grunkle Ford right now, its real late man."
Stan let out a distorted chuckle, it rose and fell randomly. He had never heard his uncle laugh like that before.
"Call Fordsy? That's a-"
Whatever Stan was trying to say was suddenly halted as his head and neck went limp. Stans mouth dropped open letting a loud snore escape. His body then began to swerve slightly before his face slammed on to the desk, a loud and painful sounding bang then rang out.
Dipper winced at this.
"Grunkle Stan?"