nothing had happened in a while. No weird missions. No buggy pests. It was mostly his peaceful cram session. He would learn as much as he could. Despite this Dipper was still stressed, Mabel had still not contacted him. And when he tried to talk to Wendy, she told him not to talk to her again. He was failing at being a brother, a friend, and an apprentice. He was not doing to well in his learning phase. He was able to keep up with his exercise but that was about it. He had kept a journal of his own. It was mostly empty. It only had theories about how the anomalous creatures goth there and why they were attracted to gravity falls, he had theorized that when the alien ship crashed here it release these anomalies and they had become less than savage over the years. It was all relative though. The only thing he knew is he had to work much more hard. He wanted more than anything to get rid of Bill, he had stayed up most nights researching how to get rid of him, there was nothing though. He was tired. Of not being able to help the people close to him. He wanted more than anything to see Mabel again. Her deep beautiful eyes, and cheerful outlook on life would most definitely make him happy again. The only useful thing he had done since the beginning of the year is figure out a way to tell if Bill was taking over. But that was not defiant. Ge was worried about all of them. But there was nothing he could do. Just sitting and waiting was making him sick. He did not feel much emotion lately. Not happiness, or joy. He always had this stolid look on his face, his eyes were no longer the pure deep brown they once were. They were almost black. And they had become distorted lines. They were long slender ovals. This was because of Bill. He had taken his body one too many times and his eyes changing form was a result of that. He had no way to change them back. Ford said that there were worse thing in the world, but Dipper love his eyes. If there was one thing about his old body he liked it was the eyes. They were the only things that made him special. The only contact Dipper had with Mabel was him getting most of her readable files off her phone backed up to his laptop. There wasn't a lot some texts to her friends. Some weird fanfiction sites and a diary. He had not read the diary to preserve Mabel's privacy. Though lately he had been thinking reading it was the beast course of action. Maybe I should do it. He thought to himself. No it's her privacy not your next read. He argued. But it might be the only way to know what's going on with her. Again he argued with himself. He thought hard for a minute, he came to the decision that he was going to read it.
Later that night.