Chapter Two: Ghost Hunters
Danny's POV
Dipper followed me to my house. He thought having ghost-hunting parents was cool. But it wasn't.
Then again, I am part ghost. A halfa living with ghost hunters? Not fun.
It wasn't long before Sam and Tucker caught up to us.
"Dude," Tucker said, "what's with the little kid? You babysitting or something?"
Dipper crossed his arms, looking very annoyed, and said, "I'm NOT a little kid. I'm twelve, almost thirteen."
Sam raised and eyebrow. "Looks like someone wants to grow up."
Dipper gave a nervous glance at Sam, obviously noting that she was a goth. He seemed to absentmindedly shy away from her, like he was afraid of goths. Maybe where he's from, there was some goth guy or girl that was big jerk to him.
"Hey," I said, "under all of that black is a nice girl who is a vegetarian."
Sam gave me a dark look.
"She's also very tough!" I added nervously.
Dipper raised an eyebrow. "Can goths be vegetarians?" When Sam turned her dark look on him, he said, "Uh, no offense. Just wondering."
"Goths can be vegetarians. Meat is disgusting," said Sam.
"Really?" Tucker said. "Meat is awesome! I don't understand what's to great about veggies."
They argued about which was better, meat or fruits and vegetables. Hopefully this won't end up like the Lunch Lady fight.
While Sam and Tucker were arguing, I noticed that Dipper looked a bit sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked casually.
The question seemed to startle him. "What? Nothing. Just thinking…" His voice trailed off sadly.
But, before I could ask anything else, we arrived at my house.
"Fenton Works?" Dipper asked.
"Like I said, my parents are ghost hunters. They're Fenton Works," I said.
Tucker, Sam, Dipper, and I all walked inside.
"Danny-boy!" bellowed my dad, Jack, "how was school?"
"And who's the little kid?" added my Jazz, my older sister. Her full name was Jasmine, but we all called her Jazz.
"I'm NOT A LITTLE KID!" I could tell Dipper was beginning to become very annoyed.
"Well, sorry," said Jazz.
Dipper suddenly looked guilty. "I'm sorry. Probably shouldn't have yelled."
Huh. We were more similar than I thought.
"Well, I'm Jazz. Is short for Jasmine."
"Dipper."
Jazz gave Dipper a funny look. "Is that a nickname?"
"Yeah."
"Well, it's nice to meet you."
"I'm Jack Fenton!" my dad said.
Then Maddie, my mom, walked in. "Oh, hello! Who's this?"
"This is Dipper," I said.
"It's nice to meet you! I'm Maddie!" Maddie smiled happily.
"Hi." Dipper looked a bit nervous with all of the attention.
"Well. It was nice introducing you all!" I said. "We're going up to my room."
I walked up the stairs, and heard Sam and Tucker following. I glanced back. Dipper hesitated then followed us up.
I walked into my room and looked at the time.
"It's already 9:00 PM," I said.
Dipper blinked in surprise. "9:00 PM?" He looked puzzled and said quietly to himself, "But it was just 1:00 PM."
Apparently he thought we couldn't hear him. Why did you think it was just one? I decided not to ask questions, and luckily Sam and Tucker did the same. We would discuss this later.
~later that night~
I flew throughout Amity Park. I had waited until Dipper fell asleep on the couch before I decided to go ghost and patrol. It took him an awful long time. It was 12:30 AM, and he decided to go to bed at 10:00.
"Nothing," I said. "Honestly, I don't know how to feel about that.
After a little while longer of flying, I decided it was ok to go home and sleep.
I turned intangible and flew inside. I then turned invisible so I could go past Dipper without waking the kid up.
I paused and noticed that Dipper was tossing and turning like he was having some kind of nightmare. I could overshadow him and see his dream, or I could leave him alone. Curiosity won.
"Curiosity did kill the cat," I said, but I decided to see his dream anyways.
I was in some kind of black-and-white building. It had rooms with tons of doors, all labeled something different. Fears, hopes, memories. I peeked in the memories and saw a door labeled "Mabel Memories". Who was Mabel?
"No!" I heard Dipper's voice say angerly. I turned invisible and flew over to where it was coming from.
"C'mon. Just one deal!" someone else answered back.
I saw Dipper talking to a triangle wearing a bow tie and top hat… This kid had some crazy, weird dreams.
"Do you think I'm stupid Bill?!" Dipper asked angrily.
"Maybe," replied the semiformal triangle. "But let's be honest, you're obviously not as stupid as I originally thought. That's why we're having this talk."
Dipper looked annoyed. "I don't care if you're 'impressed', Bill. Just get out of my head!"
"Even is the deal was, you get to go home?" Bill's hand caught on fire, except the fire was an unnatural blue color. Sure, fire can be blue. But this color was just wrong.
"Go… home…?" Dipper said wishfully. His expression suddenly turned hopeful and sad, but it turned angry right after.
"No," he said. "Get out of my mind before I make you, Bill! Besides, you should know more than anyone that you can do anything in the mind. I can make you get out if you don't leave right now."
"Fine, fine. But I'll be watching you! Ya know, stalking you as usual and stuff," Bill said causally (man, this triangle was messed up).
"Get. OUT."
"Alrighty then, Pine Tree." The triangle disappeared in a flash, and Dipper woke up.
I quickly made sure I was invisible but stayed to see what Dipped would do.
"Stupid Bill," the twelve-year-old muttered. "He really thinks I'm going to make a deal with him? After he tricked me, possessed me, destroyed the laptop, and tried to destroy the journal?" Dipper shook his head. "Never going to listen to that psychotic triangle ever again."
Dipper laid back down, and I flew into my room and turned back into a human. I sat on my bed.
"Pine Tree," I said. "The triangle called him Pine Tree. The same name Clockwork mentioned. And the triangle tricked Dipper and possessed him? Destroyed a laptop and failed to destroy a journal?"
I knew that I was caught up in some other diabolical plan that, for once, wasn't Vlad's. And something told me that I wasn't supposed to know about Bill, or this journal Dipper mentioned.