Sirius Pines' POV

I stared at the statue before me, my smile fading at the silence of my father. "Hehe… You cant be serious, dad…? There's no such thing as demons and magic, right? You told me the monsters under the bed never existed when I was 5, and now… Now you're telling me that this dream devil named Bill Cipher tried to infect the world with weirdness? What the fuck-"

"Language-" My father said calmly. "Look, Sirius, this is a lot to take in. Your brother Tyrone knew when he was 19, and now you do. It's… look its complicated. Bill died almost too easily, and I think its time we had a little bit of a talk."

"Dad, this… Ugh I'm about to go to university and you spring this on me?" I spun to face him, laughing. "This isn't true. Is this why aunt mabel doesn't like her hand being shaken, doesn't like the color yellow?"

"Among other things… We all came out with our share of scars…" My fathers eyes landed on the flower perched in the stone statues hand. "Ah the boy before us must have left this. How curious…."

"Come on, don't change the subject-" I complained. "Look, I am willing to accept these things exist, b-but seriously- I'm not going to agree with all your bedtime stories." I scoffed a bit. "I wont believe it until you show it to me. But I doubt it. I don't want you to drag me in like you dragged Tyrone in…" I shook my head worriedly. "Dad this is crazy."

"Sirius I promise that its true. I can give you proof…" My father pleaded with his eyes, fingers clenching slightly. I looked at him with an offended look. "If you want, you can ask Ford."

My eyes narrowed. Ford was my great grunkle. Shaking my head I turned away. "I'm going back to The Shack to hang out with Tyrone…" I said. "Talk to me when you feel like you don't have to lie to me." My feet crunched on the gravel and leaf paved path, and I kicked a rock away as I made my way down the path. There was a soft clatter as It fell into the nearby creek.

I'd been told so much bullcrap since I was only a kid that I was having none of it. A dream demon Triangle thing that tried to infect the world with weirdness? No way. Unbelievable. The smell of cologne caught my thoughts and I inhaled. The man from earlier- teen? He was about my age, so I couldn't tell. With bright green hair mixed with blonde it was hard to tell. He had a nice body…

Shaking that from my head I started walking past him. He was wearing a nice pair of jeans, and a greenish yellow sweatshirt. He checked his phone, seeming distracted. His eyes- or rather eye… one was covered with a patch… were an almost yellow green, unnatural…

With a soft hum, he noticed me and slipped his phone in his pocket again. I hurried along, my face heating up. He was really handsome. I coughed a bit to myself but just kept walking. The patch confused me… Was he blind? Did he not have that eye? Maybe he'd hurt his eye recently and was just covering it up. I shook that off and shrugged a bit to myself. After all, he had to be a normal person.

I got to the shack a few minutes later, my brother Tyrone joking about with Soos, the owner of the conspiracy place. I sat in the living area just behind the gift shop. I rubbed my eyes, tired of all the bullshittery. The sun was going down soon. I looked out the window and glared. My dad had to be insane to think I'd actually believe him…