Third persons POV

A bright green light was speeding towards Dippers face, he tried moving his body but to no avail. Then cold seeping darkness took over, with a heartbreaking scream repeating .

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until he woke up.

•Real world•

Dipper sprang from his bed sweat dripping from his forehead to his chin.
Feeling a sudden ache in his heart the young adult, clutched his chest right above where his heart was located .

Dipper took deep breaths to calm his erratically beating heart but to no avail, a unfamiliar yet familiar warmth spreaded all over his body effectively calming him down. But every time this happened it greatly confuses our little Dipper , but like always he shrugs it off. It's not like he'll find out anything about this if he keeps lying down on his bed.

Dipper unconsciously reached out to the other side of his bed but to find nothing, realizing what he was doing dipper quickly retracted his hand , he flipped his hand so he was looking at his palm.

He had been doing that a lot for the past week, and he didn't know why. But something was tugging on his gut , which he was greatly confused for , perhaps he forgot something?

Shaking his head Dipper stood up from his bed he then began looking around for his phone finding it on the nightstand , he snatched it and looked at the time. 2:00 am.

Still early

Dipper yawned placing his phone back to its original spot then turning around towards his drawers, he opened them and took the first thing he saw a yellow shirt , black hoodie, light blue faded jeans , and ironically a Pinetree patterned boxer.

He chuckled at it then continued to walk towards the door. When he arrived at the bathroom he then had a nice calming hot shower. He then did his routines such as toothbrushing , etc.

Knowing that he can't go back to sleep now dipper looked at his mirror wondering if his outfit looked good in him which surprisingly did. The black hoodie complimented the yellow shirt and the jeans.

Might  as well go for a walk, it's not like he can just go right back to sleep after he just woke up.

A sudden nostalgic feeling overcame dipper as he stared at the yellow and black combination. He had been doing that a lot these past few days, staring at thing or certain rooms and feeling nostalgic.

Dipper turned around , snatching his Pinetree hat putting it on , then proceeding to the kitchen. When he arrived he grabbed some bread and placed them on the cheap toaster, grabbed some PB and J and waited for the the indicated ding that suppose to indicate that it's cooked. Dipper sat on one of the four stools, he leaned on the table unconsciously looking at the stools.

He cocked his head to the side , looking at the four stools. Was there a fourth member? Grunkle ford was always accurate with seatings. He sighed. When he hears the ding of the toaster , he grabbed the pieces of bread then spreaded some of PB and J.

After eating his self made sandwich, he took some papers and a pen from a drawer , which Mabel had made her own personal kitchen secret stash.

He wrote with a disturbingly bright neon pink pen :

Going out for a walk. Be back at breakfast
-Dipper

Sticking it on the fridge, dipper went back to his room and grabbed his bag filled with a flashlight, extra snacks , extra batteries , and a notebook.

Then he continued his way towards the exit when he arrived outside he closed the door and then proceeded his travel into the forest.

But then stopped

The Forest looked ..... ethereal. It looked different during the day . Sure, he had been in the forest during the night in his youth but those were on a different viewpoint. An he can study the forest hidden alluring beauty.

The soft flickering lights of fireflies danced through the still darkened forest. Most of the supernatural animals were sleeping , except the nocturnal and maybe deadlier creatures that were probably roaming around deeper in the woods since dipper was still at the edge of it.

He continued his steps , seeping in deeper in the darkness of the forest.

He continued his short journey until he reached a oddly familiar clearing with beautiful different colored flowers, and they seem to glow with the moonlight.

Dipper marched until he reached the center of the area , he then plopped down , arranging his legs into a criss-cross position. Breathing deeply Dipper set his bag beside him and rummaged for his notebook and pencil.

When he felt the smooth cover of his notebook along with his pencil he pulls them out. Flipping until he reached and empty page , Dipper then looked around then he began to sketch.

As dipper sketched for 30 minuets he suddenly heard a low soft him of a voice. Dipper abruptly froze for a moment upon hearing the familiar low voice , but this too he could not remember.

The hum was somehow instead of singing hummed out , longing , sadness , love , anger , and despair in its voice.

But this hypnotic humming was slowly humming Dipper to sleep. His pencil slipped from his hand and onto the grassy ground, including the notebook.

Dipper fell on his back with a soft thump, the thick grass and patches of flowers cushioning his fall. A small and unconscious smile sipped through dippers face he dazedly looked at the beautiful jeweled sky.

The white ones shimmered like indestructible diamonds, the blues glowed like the moonlit covered seas, and the red ones we're dancing like flames. It was a vast hidden treasure , only seen by those who look up and see through the darkness, and luckily Dipper was one of those people.

His eyes began to flutter close , as the humming continued it way an call. Like it was calling for him , he wanted to follow the voice but his body was already starting to shut down. The voice was lulling him to the much needed sleep.

That morning Dipper only dreamt of a blonde man smiling lovingly at him as Dipper saw the man in his dreams a huge wave of sadness washed over him. But he dismissed this , he would enjoy this dream even if it was just that.

A DREAM

And he had to wake up sooner or later, he can't stay in his dreams forever.

He would wake up into...

A nightmare Hidden in Deep lies

But remember

This...

One day

Memories will

be unleashed

And HE

Will be

Forever out

Of their

Leash.

With a

Demon meant

To be

Feared , there

He will

Find the

Happiness he

Lost to

The ones

He once

Held Dear