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(The Next Morning)

"DIPPER! MABEL! WAKE UP AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL!" The sound of the twins' mother could be heard ringing through their tired ears.

School…

How could he go to school when; not three hours ago he had been dreaming about murdering one of his classmates and their family! Dipper pulled himself out of bed, and couldn't help but feel the urge to throw up, he just wanted to put the whole thing behind him.

'It was just a dream, a very, very vivid dream!'

But then of course his logic would settle in and say, "What about the blood, and the leaves on your PJs those weren't there when you went to bed!"

'It wasn't real, it couldn't have been real!'

Could it?

"Dipper you up?"

He turned to the door to see Mabel, with red puffy eyes.

The boy's fears evaporated instantly; if only for the moment. "Are you okay?" He asked, gently.

Mabel tried to smile, but looked like she was going to burst into tears again. "I'll be fine... I just have to accept it..."

"At least you get some time before…" He didn't finish.

"You didn't sleep." Mabel said, breaking him off. "I kept you up didn't I?"

Dipper didn't want to make her feel guilty, but he also didn't want to tell her about the nightmare. It felt so real!

"I'm so sorry Dipper…I." Tears began to form in her eyes, but Dipper embraced her before it could happen. "It wasn't you, I'm mad at mom." He lied. "She didn't even give Waddles a chance."

"I... I... I have to finish getting ready for school." Was all she said before she pulled away and walked out of his bedroom. Dipper sighed deeply as he finished getting ready for school. Once finished, He walked down the stairs to see his mother was just finishing breakfast for the twins. "Good morning, my sunshine!" His mother said beaming.

Dipper could tell that she was doing her best to make up for her fight with Mabel yesterday, because all of her favorite breakfast foods were laid out on the table. He forced a smile as he made himself a plate of French toast, after all the last thing he needed was his parents trying to figure out what was wrong with him.

No if that happened than he'd actually have to talk about it, and Dipper feared that the moment he described the dream out loud it would animate itself into reality and become real. So instead he forced himself to eat, even though the slightest sight of food only made him want to barf.

Moments later Mabel joined them at the counter, still looking forlorn.

"Mabel please I'm trying here." She said as she handed her a plate of food. "It's not like you can't still see him every day. He'll be right down the street."

Mabel said nothing.

Her mother sighed and stomped out of the room.

Dipper got up from his seat and followed her out onto the porch; his fear and paranoia forgotten for a moment as he was engulfed with anger! "Mom?"

"It's not up for discussion." She said before Dipper could even say another word.

"Why won't you tell her the truth?" He asked. "I know you don't want Waddles around because the neighbors are giving you a hard time and spreading rumors about how dirty we are because we have a pig."

His mother sighed. "Mabel is too kindhearted." She admitted. "And some of the rumors, they're just horrible Dipper. To say such things about a little girl just because she has a pet pig. I thought it would easier for me to be the bad guy and send him away than have her hear those terrible things."

His mother was crying now, and he couldn't help but feel bad. His mother had always been very emotional, and she was always guilty of being a crowd pleaser. And unfortunately for them most people who lived in their town were well better off than them. Their home was already paid off by their father's grandmother, who passed away a few years before Mabel and Dipper were born.

Their clothes were bought at thrift stores, while the other kids at school wear name brand shoes and flashy outfits; and his mother's only wish was that her children would fit in.

"Mom you know she doesn't care about what they say." Dipper told her.

His mother sighed. "I know."

"Then let her keep Waddles, besides it's not like the neighbors won't find something else to say about us." Dipper pointed out. "And who even cares five years from now nothing they say or think about us will matter anyways. Cause Mabel and I will be grown enough to know that it's what we think about ourselves that really matters."

His mother smiled. "Since when did you get so smart?" She teased, hugging him close.

Dipper hugged her back feeling safe in her arms. "I had a great teacher." He said.

"Yeah your dad does have a way with not caring a lick about what everyone else thinks." His mother agreed.

They parted moments later.

"Okay I promise to think about what you said," His mother told him. "Is that good enough for you?"

Dipper nodded.

"Good now hurry up and get you things the bus will be here any minute!" Of course the moment she said those words the Bus came pulling up into the driveway. Luckily for Dipper, Mabel came running out with his bag.

"We'll talk some more later." His mother promised once more before kissing them both on the forehead.

Dipper and Mabel boarded the bus and sat down quietly. The bus was buzzing with life, but Mabel looked too gloomy to talk, and honestly Dipper had more pressing things to think about.

Like about the fact that Connor's usual seat on the bus was empty! Dipper was starting to hyperventilate!

'Calm down!' he told himself. 'Just because he isn't here doesn't mean he's dead!' He reasoned with himself. 'It's our first day of junior high, yeah that's it his parents wanted to take him on his first day.' Dipper took several deep breaths as his reasoning began to help calm him down. The rest of the ride was uneventful, and it wasn't long before the bus pulled up to the school. It would only be a matter of minutes before the day would begin.

"All right everyone off the bus!" The bus driver ordered.

Dipper slowly got off and walked toward the school, with Mabel by his side. His mind was racing a mile a minute. But not for the usual things that he should be worried about on the first day of school. No usually he was afraid of the bullies coming out and stuffing him in a trash can or sticking gum in his hair. But now he was practically praying for the usual group of bullies to show up!

Why?

Because if they showed it would mean Connor was with them, it would mean the boy was safe; that it all had been just a very scary dream! It would mean that there was no magical monster preying on innocent souls in his hometown!

But the bullies never came! And Dipper, feeling more paranoid than ever before, walked inside the building, and towards the line of tables where new students could get there class schedules and locks for their lockers.

"Dipper are you okay?" Mabel whispered.

Dipper nodded. "Just nervous." He answered not meeting her gaze and continued his journey to one of the front tables. Once he got there he said. "Pines...Mabel and Dipper Pines."

The old woman sitting behind the table smiled thoughtfully, as she handed them each their things. "Welcome to Redwood Junior High, dears!" She said kindly.

"Thank you." The twins said in unison, and walked together down the hall.

"Well this is it." Mabel said stopping in front of her newly assigned locker moments later. "I guess yours is further down Hu?"

Dipper nodded. "Afraid so." he said.

"Well I'll see you at lunch" she said. "Oh and Dipper don't let them get to you okay?"

Dipper nodded and walked off to find his locker. Of course he knew "them" meant the bullies. And usually she would be right. Dipper usually got picked on and teased so much that he would have panic attacks on a regular basses. And for a long time his over exaggeration was mistaken for asthma. That is until Dipper finally told a teacher what was really going on!

Big mistake! The entire ordeal only got Dipper labeled as a snitch among the more popular kids of his class.

Dipper sighed; he was already feeling the usual waves of depression that came with the school year. He tried his best to ignore it as he sulked over to his locker and gather all of his books for his first class before closing his locker again. He then started walking down the hall and noticed that Mabel had reunited with her group of friends and was off in her own little world.

Of course he was alone, he always was; how could he have forgotten.

He didn't belong in this world, heck the only place he ever felt like he truly belong was Gravity Falls. He didn't know why but he loved to be around the magic, and the mystery. It was those things that felt normal to him.

Not this, a place full of wooden doors and rooms that felt so empty because everyone treated you like you were invisible.

Suddenly the bell rang dragging Dipper back to reality. Dipper felt his entire body jerk when he realized that he was already late for class. He ran as quickly as he could to his first class only to fall flat on his face the moment he burst through the door.

All of the kids in the class laughed at his tumble, leaving him to blush a dark shade of red. Dipper gathered his things as he saw his homeroom teacher standing just above him. "Young man, you are late..." The teacher said, giving a rather a judgmental look.

"I'm sorry sir. I just got lost trying to find the room." Dipper lied. The teacher sighed as he shook his head.

"You should have better prepared yourself, as I do not find tardiness acceptable at all. However since it is the first day, I will let you off the hook; but if you're late again tomorrow, then I will take action."

"I promise it won't..."

"Just take your seat!" The teacher ordered, harshly.

The kids continued to laugh and jeer as Dipper sulked his way to the back of the classroom before taking his seat.

"Now class, before we rudely interrupted, I was just about to take role! Mark Infringer."

"Here" A boy to dipper's left called out.

"John Terrell?"

"Here"

"Carey Wright?"

"Here"

"Paul Mihalko?"

"Here"

"Luke Gardner?"

"Here"

"Mason Pines."

"Here…" Dipper answered still slightly embraced by his ungraceful entrance.

The teacher paid him no mind and continued to go on and on as Dipper stared out the window of the classroom. That is until his attention was drawn back to the teacher by one name.

"Conner Oriel?"

He looked around franticly, hoping to see the boy only to find out the boy's name tag was on an empty desk right beside him.

Dipper could feel another anxiety attack coming on.

'So he's not at school it doesn't mean he's dead!'

"Conner Oriel?" the teacher repeated once more.

"He's not here." Paul said.

"Thank you Mr. Mihalko." The teacher said. "Now class open your books to page 12."

Dipper forced himself to control his breathing as he opened the book and tried his best to listen to his teacher's lecture; but every time he tried to listen; he felt his mind start to wonder away. To last night. The dream, the murders, the blood, and leaves on his clothes when he woke up. And now Conner seemed to be out today as well! And the more he thought about these things the harder it was for him to tell whether it was all really a dream or not!

But it had to be a dream, he didn't leave his room!

Dipper is suddenly drawn out of his thoughts when he heard the bell ring.

"Remember read chapters 1 and 2 and answer the questions at the end each chapter for tomorrow." The teacher said as the kids began to gather their things and walk to their next class.

The rest of the school day seemed too uneventful; Dipper would go to each of his classes and just listen to each of his teachers just talk and talk. The boy would try to pay attention to the best of his ability, but always felt himself drifting off, back to the dream. Back to the blood, the gore, and the unmistakable feeling of excitement as he killed them one by one!

Dipper shivered at the mere thought.

And every time he almost allowed himself to put the dream behind him. Connor's name would come up and send his mind into another panic storm. By the end of the day Dipper had discovered that he had three classes with Connor, and the boy had been missing form all three!

Needless to say by the time he boarded the bus at the end of the day, Dipper Pines was a mess! "Dipper what happened to you?" Mabel asked as he sat down beside her.

He shook his head feeling sick to his stomach, why wouldn't this dream just go away! Most dreams at least faded a little by the end of the day. But this one kept playing over, and over again in his mind like a movie left on instant replay. And every horrifying bloody moment was as vivid as it was before.

It hadn't faded at all! If anything it had gotten even more vivid than before!

"It's Connor isn't it?" Mabel asked suddenly angry. "He and his friends were picking on you again weren't they?"

"No." Dipper whispered. "He didn't come to school today."

"Then why are you acting like this?" Mabel asked.

"I tripped in first period and made a total fool out of myself." Dipper said. It wasn't a lie, but it also wasn't the reason why he felt so sick; luckily for him though Mabel bought it.

"Don't worry." She assured them as the bus stopped in front of their house. "Everybody will forget come tomorrow."

Dipper followed his sister off the bus and forced himself to look presentable; for his mother's sake. She'd be a mess if she saw him like this.

Mabel froze in the yard as the bus pulled away.

Mr. Wade was in the yard with a bunch of men, and they were putting up a white picket fence. Seconds later their mom pulled up in the car, she got out, and opened the back door.

Both Mabel's and Dipper's eyes widen as the saw a freshly pampered and polished Waddles jump out of the back seat.

The pig ran straight for Mabel, and their mother followed behind.

"Mom what's going on?" Mabel asked as she picked up her pig in her arms. "Why are you putting up a fence?"

Her mother handed her some paperwork. "I took Waddles to the vet." She said. "He now has all his shots and has been declared in writing that he's perfectly healthy, and safe to be around the house."

Tears filled Mabel's eyes. "You mean it?" she asked hopefully.

"Your brother and I talked about it, and I decided that if our neighbors think it's weird to have a pig than that's their problem."

"Thanks mom." Mabel said as she embraced her. "You're the best."

Dipper smiled he was glad his mother had taken his advice, he hated seeing them fight. Mabel laughed and raced Waddles to the front door happily with her pig oinking all the way.

Dipper couldn't help but laugh as he followed their lead at a much slower pace feeling at ease for the first time in several hours.

Of course that feeling didn't last long, for as soon as he enter the living room everything went to hell!

"Tonight the investigation begins…"

Dipper froze as he saw that the news was playing on TV.

"I am your lead reporter Kellie Davison." the reporter continued to talk on the TV. "Reporting to you live about what will undoubtingly be known as the most horrific crime to ever take place in our small community."

Dipper watched in horror as a two-story yellow house appeared on the screen.

"The loving husband and wife Mark, and Alyssa Oriels along with their 13-year-old son Connor was found in their home this morning brutally murdered…"

"Oh my God that's Connor's house!" Mabel gasped.

But Dipper was no longer paying attention, no his mind had zeroed in on the bloody red words that could be seen clear as day on the front door of the Oriels' house.

Three down, and ten to go!

'No it can't be!' Dipper fell to his knees in shock, because now he knew he couldn't hide from the truth anymore.

The dream was real, and this enormous fact only left one haunting question on his mind. Was Dipper just some innocent bystander whose vivid dream just happened to come true? Or did he, Dipper Pines murder the Oriels Family?

He wish he could say without a doubt that he knew the answer, but as Dipper collapse to the floor in shock he could only be sure of one thing. Something was going on in his small little town, and whatever it was he had a sickening feeling that it was only going to get worse.

And his suspicions were proven correct, for as the darkness of unconsciousness began to surround him Dipper could have sworn he heard it.

And what he heard was the unmistakable laugh of a monster that he knew all too well...

Chapter End Notes

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