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Dipper sat at his desk, backing up the file of the pictures three times in separate folders on his computer and flash drive in hopes of never being robbed of such information like before. As the night was drawing near, he switched his desk side lamp, illuminating a small portion of his room and casting an even deeper shadow upon the rest of it. He could feel the heat of the bulb, causing a minor sweat to form on his brow. He tossed his hat onto his bed, wiping his forehead dry.
"Dipper…"
He turned around, facing Mabel in the doorway. She was dressed in her gown, which was a lightened shade of pink. Her hair was let go, draped down off her shoulders and reaching down to just lightly touching her arms. She cradled her chest in her arms, eyes pointed at the floor.
"Mabel…did I keep you up?" yawned Dipper, turning his computer to sleep.
"It's late, aren't you going to bed?" whimpered Mabel, looking gently up at him.
"I just want to finish this. Trying to keep notes…" nodded Dipper.
"Adding this to your journals?" grinned Mabel. "You should send a copy to Grunkle Ford."
"They never really stay in one place long," sighed Dipper, rubbing his eyes. "Did you see what they said in the last card?"
He reached over to his bedside table, opening a drawer to find a stack of postcards. Picking the one of the top, he tossed it the best he could to Mabel. She listed it from the bed, grinning at the colorful picture on the front of the card. It was a cliché image from Stockholm, though it was lovely image of a waterfront, which Mabel loved to look at. On the other side was a long in-depth story written in Ford's impeccable handwriting. It spoke of some runes found of a tree, none of which interested Mabel in the slightest. Though, Grunkle Stan added some notes at the end saying hello and that he missed them both.
"I don't think I get all the science and stuff," shrugged Mabel, tossing it back onto the bed.
"More legends than science," corrected Dipper, grinning lightly. "It sounds interesting. Wish I could see it in real life."
"Maybe someday…" hummed Mabel, sitting on the bed. "Maybe they'll come visit and take us on an adventure and…"
Dipper yawned again, listening to Mabel trail off. He loved listening to her talk sometimes as she spoke with such fire and passion that often time he could not muster even in pretend. He envied her faith.
"Dipper?"
He looked quickly, seeing Mabel stare at him deeply. She looked sad at him, eyes watery and weary from lack of sleep. It was late. He'd kept her up again with his talking as usual. He didn't mean to most of the time but he did love talking to someone who would at least pretend to listen to him ramble.
"Do you…still have…the nightmares?" gulped Mabel, looking away.
"The nightmares…" repeated Dipper, closing his eyes.
For quite some time after the events of Gravity Falls, they both shared similar nightmares. They were being chased through endless halls, running among the endless shadows. The darkness nipped at their heels, screeching in the night as the voice that could not be forgotten called them out by their prophecy names. Even now, in the waking moment, Dipper could hear it. Bill Cipher, in a monstrous form, chased them down the halls, crashing his hands and feet into the walls, floor and ceiling.
"Pine Tree! Shooting Star!"
Dipper groaned, opening his eyes and standing up abruptly. Mabel sighed, turning toward the door and the darkness that lie beyond it. Such realist nightmares that haunted them both. It faded, with time, but every now and then it would rise again and haunt them, Dipper more than Mabel.
"You should go the bed," offered Dipper, standing before the covered window.
"I just want to know if you'll actually go to sleep," Mabel sheepishly grinned. "I won't be able to go to sleep if you don't."
"Ever wish we shared rooms like back when were kids?" chuckled Dipper. "Like when we were in the Mystery Shack."
"Sometimes," purred Mabel. "But then again, I kinda like having my own room. No crazy conspiracy theories covering the walls."
"No crazy pinups on mine," retorted Dipper, turning to face her.
"Far enough," chuckled Mabel, standing up. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," nodded Dipper.
She hung around the doorway, hand rubbing against the wood.
"Promise me you'll sleep," she pleaded. "Please."
"I will," agreed Dipper. "Promise."
Mabel chuckled lightly, looking up toward the sky. "Mystery twins?"
Dipper smiled, chuckling as well. "Mystery twins."
