Yet another late night writing. Hopefully it should be decent, though, I spent almost all of yesterday watching Billdip comic dubs and skits on YouTube. My favorites right now to watch over and over are "Bill and Dipper's Guide to: Baking Brownies!" and "Bill and Dipper's Guide to: Summoning Bill Cipher". Oh, also "Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained: Living with a Dream Demon". You should watch then all, they're beautiful and I love then to death. Fun fact about me, Bill is probably my favorite character ever from anything. He's truly my inner chaos. Sorry, rambling again, onto the story! I hope you enjoy. ((PS, thank you so much if you read this whole blurb, I appreciate you! Mwah!))
After playing a few board games and such, Dipper made a quick excuse to head up to his room-- "Sorry, but I'm really exhausted"-- and left the room. Mabel just waved and started playing Spin the Pig with the others. There were quite a few whoops and hollers from downstairs, Dipper could hear. He didn't mind, though, seeing as Mabel was quite loud with her friends back in California, too.
Anyway, Dipper didn't really plan on sleeping, though he was exhausted. He planned on going out into the woods to find something specific. Someone specific. He grabbed his backpack filled with granola bars and a water bottle. And, of course, the third journal.
Opening up the window, Dipper dropped down his backpack, soon following with his own body, quickly running into the woods before he could be seen through any windows. ((it tried to capitalize it like I was talking about the computer software XD)) Dipper wasn't entirely sure where his destination was, but he was going to find it before he went home. Even if it meant he had to worry his family.
Dipper waved to a few gnomes and other creatures as he walked, though it seemed dazed.
Okay, can't think of more fillet here, soooo, timeskippy.
After nearly an hour of walking and searching, Dipper found what he was looking for. Finally... I've found you... Dipper thought, smiling to himself as he looked up at the stone statue in front of him. He was happy to see that the statue was clean with no graffiti or any such thing. Then again, it wasn't likely that anyone would trek all the way out here into the forest. Even he was a bit cautious traveling this far in alone.
Dipper sat down near the slate of the statue. He was trying to keep himself from monologuing, so he stuck a granola bar in his mouth. He choked a bit when he felt a hand on his shoulder, quickly whipping around to see nothing but air. He swore he heard someone mumble something, but no one was around.
Dipper slowly lowered himself to the ground, a bit put off by what had happened. He fekt soddenoy more exhausted then ever. He slowly leaned his head against his backpack, propping it against the foot of the statue. He closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the forest and enjoying the cool breeze that came with the lowering sun. It was nice and peaceful... He finally fell asleep without entirely meaning to, not processing what he heard before passing out...
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
And then the laughter.
Now, I'ma get some sleep. Night.