[I'm *hoping* to get back on schedule by New Years. *mutters something about stupid human festivities* I'm unsure whether this'll be posted with multiple other chapters or not... also the ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) is the separation of my tired and awake writing.]

Dipper woke, groggy with the sun rudely disturbing his slumber. He groaned and stretched. He felt like crap. -normal crap. So in other words, he was good.

The checked his alarm clock's numbering. It was eight and time to get up, shop would open at 10 but he liked to have free time. There was journal reading and world explaining to be done.

The boy got up and briefly stretched, looking to his sister's bed he frowned. She wasn't there. Doesn't she sleep in until 9, earliest? Why would she- the fight. Dipper facepalmed himself hard, smiling at how stupid he was. "Mabel's still messed up about it."

He frowned again... where is she?

The boy looked around for her. "Mabel?" He called, digging through the closet and checking under her bed. He exited the room to the lobby... thing. He shivered, remembering all the creepy puppets that were there less than a week ago. -oh and the Norman incident.

"I have to get Stan to change these windows..." He muttered, looking through the glass and to the yard. Well, she wasn't there. Something small fell past his vision and onto the ground. "Wh-" He pushed open the window, quietly and looked up. There, Mabel was wistfully plucking the scales of a pine cone.

He watched as another frill fluttered to the yard's ground. Mabel shouldn't be upset... she was a generally happy person. He had ruined that, huh? As he struggled up to the roof, Mabel watched silently. Once he was up, he let his legs dangle beside his sister's. "Mabel... I-" He had to tell her eventually. "I- we need to talk." The boy leaned against the cooler that sat beside them on the rooftop, it shifted dangerously close to the side. He lifted his head and turned to his sister, grabbing a hand and holding it. She looked away as he searched her expression. "Something's wrong with me, Mabel."

Her head snapped to look at him with a face full of shock. "Wait, what? Is that what this is about? Brobro, if you needed more support you should have just told me."

Dipper watched her incredulously. "Wh- Mabel!-"

"-we can set you up with other people. I can even invite you next time me and the girls do something." She hung her head and hugged her brother (who's expression hadn't changed). "I should've been a better sister..."

Dipper snapped out of his confused daze immediately. "Woah- Mabel, no. I'm talking about some kind of amnesia. Y'know, memory loss?"

Time seemed to pause as Mabel digested this information. Slowly, she was lifted off her brother. She blinked a few times before frowning, slightly. "Oh."

Dipper let her process it, the twinge of information about his nightmares at the tip of his tongue.

"You don't remember?" She asked.

Dipper sighed, reaching to tip up his hat and faltering when nothing was there. He settled for playing with his fingers anxiously. "The fight?, no... I'm sorry for anything I did to hurt your feelings."

Mabel was silent.

"There may have, also been nightmares..." Only prepping you for what's to come, stop worrying about them! -ugh, the voice. "Nothing too bad judging from my memories of them, anyway."

VOHHS

"Still hurt though..." Mabel mumbled.

Dipper yawned uncontrollably. "I wish I remembered. So I can make it up to you, somehow..." he paused. "What happened, anyways?"

"Just a dumb fight... it's over. I think we'd just fight if I brought it up. Dig up bad memories, ya know? For the record, I accept your apology." She smiled. Her brother yawned and rubbed his eye.

" 'Sokay."

Mabel laughed a bit. "Tired, sleepy head?"

The boy smiled back and nodded. "Yeah. Morning sleepiness, I guess..."

"Are you sure it's not the nightmares?"

Dipper shrugged. Only for your own good. " 'pid noitce..." Mabel heard him mumble.

She smiled and helped him back in through the window. By the time he was in bed, he was out cold and Stan was hollering for them to get to work.
"I'll cover for you, bro." The girl whispered, pressing a kiss to her brother's temple. "Good luck with your dreams, ya grump."

"KIDS!" Stan shrieked, summoning Mabel to the gift shop.
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Sweat dripped from his face, it was cold... so cold. Dipper shuttered out a visible puff of breath. He watched it carefully, watched it dissapear before his eyes and disperse into nothingness. The room was dark, and his vision was blurred ever so slightly. Something clenched his heart in a vice grip, he felt horrible. The blur of his vision got worse and a dampness soaked his cheeks.

So cold. No one was in the room... he was alone.

Dipper looked to his twin's bed and seen nothing but empty sheets, he had already known she wasn't there. He held onto the hope she'd return. After what he did- what he said. He'd understand if she~ his voice cracked. He must've been talking aloud. Dipper heard the sound of his broken, choked up voice. "...Mabel." he sobbed.

There was a rustle ahead of him, it was Mabel standing silently by the doorway. He gasped in a shaky breath and watched as her head slowly went limp. The boy wiped his eyes and stared at the negative space where his sister once stood. Slowly, he got up and shuffled into the vestibule of the attic. Tink. His head whipped towards the window, the source of the noise. He pushed open the window, revealing a monochrome world. Looking back, it was always monochrome... he was just too blind to see it.

He looked back, and this time he seen something fall. "...Mabel?"

He pushed the window open. "Mabel, you there?" He called. A wave of deja vu washed over him and he frowned. He shook it off before climbing up. He gained his footing and stood behind Mabel's sulking form. "Mabel, I need to tell you something."

He walked beside her cautiously. "I-"

"Dipper Pines, I need to tell you something." His sister interrupted. "You can't just do this after... after telling me the truth. Frankly, I have to agree with you." Her eyes were watering as she stood defensively.

"Uh, Mabel what're you-?" Dipper began, eyes widening and feet stepping back every time Mabel advanced.

"I wish you were never born, good as dead." With a twist to her voice, she shoved her twin. One second something flat hit Dipper's calves. Next second, there was nothing.

Nothing but a sinking feeling of I'm in too deep.

"That you are!" -the voice said, distorted and bubbly to Dipper's ears. "Give us a few more exercises and we'll be good, pal."

...pal?

Don't worry about it.

Dipper's eyes opened. He didn't know that he closed them. When he did, he recognised the people and the scene that played in front of him. He rolled his eyes and sighed at the memory in front of him. Everyone he's trusted this summer all in one room, talking behind his back. "I don't need this..." he grumbled.

"Such a fake." His sister's voice rang.

Stan's voice came next. "Loser."

"What a freak." Wendy.

"He's acting weird." Soos. Still innocent, even in a weird, messed up... what is this?

"Pathetic." Stan again.

"-and his birthmark?" Dipper's eyes grew wide with shock. He stiffened at Soos's comment. It was true that he didn't hear everything they said... but Soos shouldn't know about that. This wasn't- this wasn't the real memory. It wasn't. Like he previously thought, it was just a messed up thing. He was still shocked. In his shock, he believed it was real.

Dipper gasped. "Y-you... who told you?" He heard himself whisper. In the blink of an eye, he was facing his family. It was fake- but... it wasn't. He was here. He was real, this memory existed. How could it exsist and not be real at the same time?

He gasped, realizing that he was zoning out. They stared at him, he didn't stare back, but ran upstairs. Pines HQ where he was safe. "That wasn't what happened." He heard himself gasp. He looked to the floor with calculating eyes. "...is this... is this even a dream? This is looking way to real." Dreams, dreams, dreams.
Dipper stuttered over his own tongue, what messes with dreams. Dipper knows, he knows what messes with dreams... why couldn't he remember? "Dreams. M-memories... UGH." He groaned, holding his pained head and gripping his hair.

Something crawled under his skin now, making his blood thicker and feel like worms squirmed through his system. Dipper Pines screamed when his body started tensing. His eyes opened and in front of him, dozens of pictures flashed. His head pounded, the worms the worms crawled everywhere. Ahahahahah! Even in his mind. They were poison, poison poison poison.

He was dying now, wasn't he?

The boy stopped breathing, he stopped- everything stopped.

He watched his sister's sleeping form rise, deflate, then rise again. He loved his sister. She teased him, pushed him off a roof (according to his memories), and pushed him around. He frowned at his tingling head. He loved his sister, or maybe he loathed her.

Dipper sighed through his nose.

Maybe he just wanted her dead?

He smiled warmly, then maniacally. Maybe, he just wanted to be happy. He just wanted to strangle everything into submission, he supposed. Even the day itself.

A wave of confusion and ache passed through Dipper, he held his head. This was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong-

"Is it wrong to wrong those who hurt you?" The voice spoke. "Double negatives, same concept."

Dipper scowled. "You- you're poisoning me." He stated.

"If anyone's poisoning you, it's those asshats you call a family, p- slick. They are no good." Dipper felt his arm move, and grab the third journal from under his pillow. Trust no one. A page read. "Trust no one, so how can you trust them?"

Dipper shut the journal. "I may not trust all of 'them', but I trust them more than you." An indoor breeze lifted Dipper's bangs and the boy ruahed to push them down.

"Are you sure?" The voice teased. "They know what you are, Dipper Pines, a freak. They lie to you. You lie to yourself. They're not blind."

"Shut up." Dipper held his head, poison seeping into his mind.

"You felt it yourself, kid. You loathe them- you are the victim."

"Y-you sound familiar-"

A wave of an annoyance- the voice's annoyance- was felt. "Trust me. All they can do is hurt you."

It was tempting. They hurt him, right? It didn't feel right... click.

"Wrong." He heard himself say. "That's wrong."

"Is it?" -the words gripped him like a vice. It choked him, it strangled his mind and soul. He clenched his eyes shut.

Dipper Pines went limp.

When he woke, his eyes were of cat and gold. In a blink, they returned. Less innocent. Less pure. Filled with deceit and mistrust. Behind them, a realisation stirred.

He looked to his sister and scowled. "Where do I start?" He spat.

The voice laughed in it's victory.