CHAPTER THREE AUTHOR NOTES: So I'm ready to do this. Maybe. Again, I have no idea of the length. It will be what I feel is best. I'm really glad I have been able to post daily. Thank you SO much for all the great reviews. I want this one to be kind of long, but the words know when to stop. Here we go!
Dipper's POV
It was dark. It was also loud. I could hear people screaming, monsters roaring, and laughing. I shook my head. I can't let people get hurt because of me. I heard another noise, too, but it sounded dimensions away. The tears sounded surreal. It felt surreal. The steady streams fell off my cheeks onto my torn shirt. The way it was torn reminded me of the v-neck I wore what seemed eons ago. Pacifica loved v-necks. Stop, I told my self. You're doing this to protect everyone. If you're going to stay away you cant get all nostalgic. You have to remember: feelings get in the way of anything and everything. Push them away.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
Pacifica's POV
The intruders came in. We charged. Then we saw just who the intruders were. Everyone started cheering and picking them up. They were carried and hugged. It was amazing. I started crying at one point. I composed myself enough to speak.
I asked him that tiring and heavy question. He snapped. He ran.
No. I just got that dork back. I'm not about to lose him again. Not in a million years. I just had to figure out how to get past Stan…
Grunkle Stan's POV
I lost my whole family. Then I got them back. Well, except Pointdexter. I finally got him back. And now he's gone. Probably for good, too. At least got my grand niece and nephew back, right? Yeah, I thought that, too. He ran off, though. He had to be just like fucking Ford, and be a hero, even though he's not. He had to distant himself because he doesn't know what to do. But that's what family's for, though, right? Damn it! God fucking Damn it! Why do they all leave? Why?
Mabel's POV
I don't know what happened.
One minute everyone was all happy and reunited.
Now we are all heartbroken and separated.
And I actually trusted him.
He promised me he'd stay. He promised me that we would grow up together. Well, tell me something. How the fuck is he supposed to do that if he goes and gets himself killed?
I can't believe I trusted him.
I should have followed the mantra: Trust No One.
Pacifica's POV
Stan took Mabel upstairs. This was my chance. I'm coming for you, Dipper Pines. I took the first step out the door. I took the second. I was about to jump off the porch and run.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Dipper's POV
I froze. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's here. He found me. And now I'm dead for sure. At least he found me out here and not—
"I knew you were in the Shack. The thing is, Pine Tree, the way I play this game, i can't go off and kill everyone. I have to make it last. As an immortal dream demon, it can get boring sometimes. You gotta have fun with it." Bill hovered in front of me.
"Wait, so you know where we all are? Why don't you just lure us out or pluck us one by one while in there." I'm not trying to give him ideas, I'm just genuinely curious.
"It's more fun to do it this way. The weakest always seem to leave first. I knew someone was leaving, but not you. I will admit, you surprised me. I thought surely you would last the longest. After all, you're the smartest one in this town besides good ol' Sixer."
At the mention of Grunkle Ford, I felt something I haven't felt in a while. That odd mixture of hate, rage, and desperation. I haven't felt that since fourth grade. "Where is he? Where is my Uncle?" I growled in between clenched teeth.
"Calm down, kid. He's just glowing with health right now. It's a nice golden glow. It really suits him."
It's happening again.
I was gone.
CHAPTER THREE AFTERNOTES: I might have cried a little. Shout out to Sabeen who was on the phone with me while I was writing this. I told her one of these parts, and she cried right along with me. You rock, Sabeen! This was a sad chapter for me. It also wasn't as long as wanted, but I think it's pretty good. *nods in approval of chapter* Well, until next time, my fallers!
