Ford's POV

Apparently, the kids took the situation very seriously, because the next morning, they were in the kitchen, coming up for possible theories for why Y/n was strange.

"Maybe she doesn't like talking about her parents because SHE KILLED THEM!" Mabel said on one occasion.

"No, I doubt that." I said, drinking some coffee as I watched the kids worked. I mean yeah, it was weird that she woke up with a dog whistle, and it was even more weird that she was with that dream demon.

"Ok, let's forget about the parent thing now and work on the Bill thing." Dipper purposed.

"Maybe she was lying and she does know him from somewhere!" Mabel said. "Oh! Oh! What if there related! Oh! Wait, what if they're dating!"

"Who's dating?" Stan said, walking into the kitchen.

"Bill and Y/n." Mabel answered.

Stan did a spit take. "What?!" He yelled.

"No, they're not. It was just a theory (A/n: A GAME THEORY! SRRY)." Dipper said.

Stan was about to answer when we all heard a loud bang coming from the stairs.

We ran to the stairs, only to see Y/n face down on the floor, her arms spread out.

"Ow..." She mumbled.

"What happened?" Mabel asked.

"I fell down the stairs." She said, stating the obvious.

"Duh, but how?"

"I tripped over my foot." She answered, slowly getting up from the floor.

Mabel's POV

Y/n slowly got up from the floor. She looked horrible, her hair was a mess and she bags under eyes.

"Hey, did you get any sleep last night?" Dipper asked.

She shook her head.

"Why not?" Ford asked.

"One word; two syllables: Nightmares." She answered, walking over to the sofa.

"Well, what were they about?" I asked.

"That's not important." She mumbled.

The four of us shared a look.

"Hey,  how about you get sleep now? We can wake you up if you one of the nightmare." I suggested.

She let out a yawn and sat down on the sofa. "No, no, I'm, I'm good." She said, her eyes drooping. She was falling asleep as she talked to us.

"You want to watch The Duchess Approves?" Stan suggested, seeing Y/n half asleep.

"Ok, I guess." She said, handing Stan the remote. 

He switch the channel, just in time as the beginning credits started. After that, it only took about two minutes before Y/n was asleep, curled up on the sofa.

Stan chuckled to himself. "I should put you two to sleep with this sometime." He said.

"NO!" We yelled.

"Man, I see why she fell asleep; 5 minutes in and it's going with the credits!"

Bill appeared by the foot of the sofa, with a bowl of popcorn.

We all groaned.

"What?" He asked.

"You." Dipper answered.

Bill just shrugged and shoved popcorn in his mouth, almost choking himself in the process.

"What are you even doing here?" I asked, a little but happy. It meant I could try to get them together!

"I dunno. Why are you four conducting research about Y/n?" He asked.

"Touche." I said.

"Anyway, I want to help you four. I'm a little interested in the girl myself." He said.

"Help? From a demon? One who's tried to kill us?" Ford said.

"I see nothing wrong with this!" Stan said.

"Seriously?" Ford said.

"It may work, he has 'inside' information." Stan said.

Ford looked over at Dipper and me.

We both shrugged, Stan had a point.

"Fine. No funny business." Ford said.

"Ok." Bill said.  He snapped, and immediately the TV turned off, and a white board stood in front of it.

"There, start your theories." He said.

Ford and Dipper started to write down several theories as Stan, Bill and I were on the floor.

Occasionally, Y/n would stir, mumbling something in her sleep, and occasionally Bill would look at Y/n, making sure she was alright.

This only made me want to get the two together even more.

"Ok, so does anyone know the deal with her nightmares?" Stan asked, pointing to Y/n.

Everyone turned to Bill. "What? I don't know about them. All I know is that there really bad, because that night she woke up crying."

Dipper wrote this on the board.

He started chewing the marker, thinking hard.

"This doesn't fit with anything else." He said.

Ford was about to answer, but stopped: Y/n was mumbling something, and it was getting louder.