Chapter 37: Doppelganger! (Rated T for safety)

'We have often heard that somewhere in this world each of us has a twin, but how true is that and what would happen if we actually met this person? Should we be happy? Stunned? Speechless? Just how should we feel? After facing her double in the bunker, Wendy can't shake the nightmares of her doppelganger as something about her has chilled the teen to the core!'

~(Wendy's P.O.V.)~

'Dude, I just fought myself and that was really weird!'

At this point, weird doesn't even describe how that felt when Dipper and I were fighting…me! It goes beyond weird, but more like crazy creepy. I don't think even that can describe how that felt to me. On the outside, I did the best I could to hide how that truly made me feel when I were with Dipper after escaping the bunker, but something about that shape shifter that morphed into me scared me beyond what any words or phrases I try to come up with to describe it! Those devious lifeless eyes that that bore into mine as I tried to get '3' back from her cold grasp, the perfect imitation of me from my hair to my clothes, and the cruel way she almost tricked Dipper hadn't he not asked what made us indfifferent. It was all too freaky, but that doesn't even compare to what happened after I got home that night and tried to forget about it, after of course cleaning up after my dad who can't seem to look up before climbing the stairs. Sometimes I wonder about him, but yet, he's not my biggest worry as my nightmare since leaving that bunker has taken center stage.

As I sit here with Dipper in the den of the shack watching a movie on our agreed upon movie night, I can't help but feel some sadness when I look at him after what happened in the bunker. He confessed his feelings for me, in which I already knew, and yet when he thought he lost me, he was in tears without realizing that who he was talking to wasn't the real me. Just seeing him like that didn't settle right with me and I'm assuming aided in the nightmare that I just can't stop having! That doppelganger really got inside my head and while I'm never one to really get scared of anything, especially after learning what secrets this town truly holds, I have to admit that this truly did weird me out.

Three Nights Ago

Having parted ways from Dipper, Wendy has made her way back home and upon opening the door, the teen girl is met with a flurry of wood scattered everywhere in the living room, her father and three brothers being the reason behind the chaos. With wide eyes at the mess in front of her, the teen now spots why the room is a mess, that being the guys are getting ready for another camping outing that she won't be joining them for and in the process, they have completely demolished the living room while leaving the pictures of her mother on the walls and the television completely untouched! However the tent and fishing lures don't exactly have a place through the picture window in the living room…

The boys now turn to her, father included, with toothy grins on their faces. Closing her eyes once, the teen opens them while releasing a sigh.

"I don't even want to know." Wendy tiredly replies to them, now making her way to her room to lie down, leaving the boys to clean up their own mess for once. Reaching her room and kicking off her boots, the teen closes the door and flops on her bed stomach first, her mind quickly becoming overwhelmed with sleep after the tiring adventure she and the gang just returned from.

It wasn't long before the ginger haired girl found her way into the land of dreams as tiny snores begin seeping out from her slightly parted lips. Just as quickly as the girl found her peace is when everything became dark around her, the scene that is her room fading to the inky blackness of oblivion on a timeline that can't be measured on earth.

As she sleeps, the teen rolls onto her back, lying in what was once her bed, eyes still closed, lips still parted, and sleeping peacefully without a care in the world while floating endlessly in the darkness. The sounds of faint crying can now be heard off in the distance with the traveling sound catching the snoozing teen's ears. Pushing the sound away mentally, Wendy doesn't bother to wonder or even open her eyes to see where the crying is coming from, but instead remains as she is currently. The sound of the crying is getting louder and louder as if something or someone doing that is inching ever closer to her so to catch her attention. Mouth curving to one side and eyebrows furrowing, an annoyed look is clearly appearing on the teen's face having been disturbed from her peaceful sleep.

The traveling crying is now within range of the teen with her eyes fluttering, but have yet to open. A groan escapes her lips as she lightly sighs clearly out of frustration.

"Jacob, get out of my room!" Wendy tiredly speaks as she turns back on her left side so to get back to sleep. "Whatever is wrong, have Billy or dad help you!"

The girl doesn't get a response other than the crying that has been occurring for the past five minutes. The annoyed look etched on her face is growing deeper with each minute the weeping continues, but having had enough of hearing the sound, she sighs in frustration.

"Listen kid, I told you to get-"Wendy begins as she now opens her eyes and sits up, but seeing what surrounds her is what interrupts her thought. Her annoyed look and flaring temper now fade as her vision darts around the area, seeing nothing but darkness for miles. Getting to her feet, she continues looking around with the overwhelming crying now ceasing.

"Uh, hello?" Wendy calls out in the darkness, her voice carrying through the empty space. "Anyone here?"

The girl gets no response except for her echoing voice carrying in the endless void. An uneasy feeling now coming over her, the teen continues looking around in the void, unsure of what to think of what is taking place.

"Ok Jacob, if this is some kind of joke, this isn't funny!" Wendy expresses, her tone clearly annoyed. "Whatever you're doing, cut it out now!"

Once again, the teen gets no response, but a scream piercing through the darkness makes the girl nearly jump out of her skin!

"Wendy! Wendy wake up!"Dipper's distraught voice calls out to her from her right.

"Dipper?!" Wendy calls out in response to the boy's voice. "Dipper? Where are you?"

"Wendy, I'm sorry!" Dipper's voice speaks, sounding as if the boy is close to breaking into a sob."I'm sorry I never got the chance to tell you how I feel! I'm like in love with you Wendy!"

Hearing that line ring through her ears a second time, Wendy can feel her heart strings being tugged at, hearing her young friend once again expressing his feelings for a love that can never be as time has spread their ages too far apart in their life spans. The scene that those words were spoken in now plays back in the girl's mind, tears threatening to prickle at the corners of her eyes at seeing how heartbroken the younger pines was at thinking he had lost her during the fight with the shape shifter.

Parting her lips to speak, air escapes from her mouth with no verbalized words hanging on the windy wisps of oxygen. A bright light now hits Wendy in the face with her shielding her eyes from the spectrum's sudden onslaught. The light quickly dies down to reveal the scene that took place in the bunker with Dipper hovering over her lifeless body or who he thought was her. Lowering her hands from her eyes, the scene is the first thing Wendy notices, seeing Dipper pouring his heart out. From a tug to a piercing, Wendy's heart feels as if it has literally been pierced in half at seeing Dipper once again crying, the one thing she hates seeing her friends doing for any reason.

"Di….pper…"The boy's name leaves her mouth with tears now appearing in the corners of her eyes at seeing the saddened preteen.

The boy now looks up at the teen through tear stained eyes, having heard his name being called by her, but instead of being happy at seeing her alive and well, the boy's expression quickly changes to a devious expression and smirk, one that can surely scare the lights out of anyone susceptible to being scared easily! Confused by the sudden change in Dipper's expression, she notices the boy pick up her hatchet while slowly rising to his feet, his dangerous eyes never leaving her confused one.

With her attention fully focused on the boy in front of her, the teen is oblivious to a grayish shadow with slanted angry grey eyes approaching her from behind. The shadow is now mere inches from the teen's back and if it breathed oxygen, the very feel of its breath would make the hairs on the nape of her neck stand on end! The shadow now takes on a form, that being of the human that is standing right before it down to the plaid shirt is tied around its lender waist.

"Boo!" The form speaks to the girl, Wendy jumping and whipping her attention around to the doppelganger. Giving it a quick glance over, Wendy's eyes are looking as if they are going to bug out of the sockets at what she notices. The doppelganger is grinning madly at the girl's stunned appearance with Wendy's lips slightly quivering to form a thought to express what she is seeing.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" The teen's double hisses to her, noticing the girl open her mouth with no words being verbalized from her vocal cords. "Or do I?"

With a hint of hysterics appearing in its eyes, the form now holds up a dismembered tongue in its left hand, blood and remnants of bodily fluid dripping from the torn appendage. Just seeing what the double is holding, the teen is doing her best to hide that she is becoming sick to the stomach at what's in front of her.

"Awe, what's the matter? Is little miss perfect scared of a little blood?" The double taunts. "I guess you're not as COOL you want everyone to believe you are!"

The double's expression changing to a sneer, it tosses the tongue to the ground, a sickening splat sound ringing through the room as it came in contact with the cold ground.

"Wh…..at..do you want?" Wendy finally speaks with a shaky voice.

"You mean from you?" The double questions, its hysterical grin remaining. "Nothing really, except your demise using this!"

A tattered maroon book with the number '3' on the cover is now brought into the teen's vision, her eyes widening at the sight of the texted volume. Quickly becoming tired of this doppelganger's game, the fear that initially surfaced is now replaced with anger, the double's facial expression being the catalyst for Wendy's rising anger.

"What are you doing with that?!" Wendy snaps to the double , whom is enjoying the girl's anger. "Give that back! That doesn't belong to you!"

Wendy lunges for the book, but the double places it high out of her reach so she can't take it from her. With her other hand, the double places it on Wendy's forehead and roughly shoves her to the ground! Her head hitting the groveled ground, Wendy groans in pain as she rolls over to her right with her long hair becoming tangled around her. Several sharp stings are now felt on her right side, the double swiftly kicking the teen while is down!

"You're pathetic!" The Wendy double growls in the teen's voice. "I don't see what Dipper even sees in you!"

Rolling onto her back, the beaten teen opens her unfocused eyes to see not only the double of her, but the demented double of Dipper holding the hatchet, the boy's maddened vision fixed on her as he tightens his hold on the hatchet's handle.

"Dipper, it has your book!" Wendy speaks up in a quickened paced tone. "Get it back before who knows what happens!"

The boy's hysterical smirk widens as he continues staring down at her.

"Dipper! Listen to me! You have to ta-" The ginger's girl's thought is brought to an abrupt halt as the evil preteen swiftly brings the hatchet down on her, right into her abdomen with her eyes widening at the feel of the rustic blade deeply embedded into her stomach. The one person she thought was always on her side is now attacking her with her own weapon!

"It must really suck to be you right now!" The Wendy double expresses, now breaking out into a hysterical laugh which further drives Dipper to chopping away at the terrified teen, her blood flying on him anywhere it can find a spot to land, including his face. "Thanks for the book!"

Continuing to laugh manically, Wendy is doing her best to keep her scream contained despite how much pain she is in with Dipper continuing to hack away at her torso! The boy's demented vision now shifts to the girl's white spotted vision as she horribly trembles from the attack. With what strength she has left in her, Wendy catches her vision to the boy, noticing him raise the hatchet once more.

"Dipper….how…could….you?" Wendy stammers, her eyes becoming heavy with the sleep of eternity.

With no words spoken from the deranged boy, the hatchet is now brought down on the girl's throat, the suppressed scream finally escaping her throat and echoing throughout the area the three are in.

The screaming of the nightmare causes the teen's eyes to jolt open with her sitting up with a start; breathing heavily, pulse quickened, and sweat rolling down the left side of her face. Hastily looking around at her surroundings, Wendy notices that she is back in her bedroom in her bed with her comforter covering the lower half of her body. Her breathing steadying, Wendy places her right hand on the bed on her right side, her wrist now brushing against her tank top with a wet sensation setting off the tactile sensors in her wrist. Bringing her wrist into her view, the teen's breathing quickens once more as she spots traces of blood on her skin. Whipping her attention to her right side, the teen looks for what she saw on her wrist to find a deep crimson patch on her tank top with it vanishing without a trace.

Present Time

That dream has come back to me every night for the last three nights and when seeing that blood on my wrist, I didn't know what to think of it except maybe it was all a dream, but the feel of it sure didn't feel that way! As I continue to stare at Dipper, he is now laughing at the part of the movie that I'm not fully into tonight, my mind being on the shape shifter that keeps recreating my nightmare night after night! I'm not sure what to make of it, but in the event we cross paths with that thing again, the last thing I'm going to let it do is hurt me, but most of all, never let it near Dipper as he means more to me than he'll ever know. While we can't be an item now, that doesn't mean that time can't change things between us in the future, but only time will tell how far or close we get. Hopefully we get closer as I don't know what I'd do without him.

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*While Wendy's character hasn't quite been developed yet, hopefully I did a good job with writing this side to her!

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