Dipper awoke with a scream.What type of dream was that? He felt a throbbing sensation on his leg and torso. Immediately, he looked at his stomach and leg. They were normal. Dipper sighed in relief. He had his skin, no wounds. He was glad about that. But that name, Dipper thought, that name sounded so… familiar. Jimmy Casket… I’ll have to search him up latter. Some dream. Dipper chuckled nervously, looking around his and Mable’s shared room.

Just as Dipper got calm, Grunkle Stan and Mable ran into the room. Mable holding her grappling hook, while Stan was holding a baseball bat. When they noticed Dipper was okay, they sighed in relief. Mable walked up to her brother, her eyes concerned. “Are you okay, Dipper?” She asked. Dipper chuckled nervously, “I'm sorry for scaring you. I had a nightmare.” He replied. Mable hugged her brother, before lightly punching him on his shoulder, “Don't you ever do that again. You scared the crap outta me!” She exclaimed.

Dipper rolled his eyes at Mable's silliness, “Okay, okay! I promise.” Stan sighed at Dipper. “Look, kid. You gotta stop screamin’ like that. You scared me and Mable!” Mable put her hand on Grunkle Stan's arm, before sighing and walking downstairs.

Dipper just watched as Mable walked out of their shared room. It saddened him because something was on his sister's mind. He didn't know, but he didn't like it. Grunkle Stan left the attick, going downstairs. I shouldn't have screamed like that, Dipper thought, I sure did scare them. He shook his head, as if it were to clear his thoughts. Jimmy Casket. The voice echoed in his head, mockingly.  Dipper got up and went to the computer, he knew that he didn't have to deal with Bill anymore, but he sure did miss the adventures.

Dipper turned on the computer, waiting for it to load up. Once when it did, Dipper opened up Gaggle and searched up the name; Jimmy Casket. Almost immediately, thousands of reports had came about the man. Dipper decided to investigate a little more about this psychopath. Dipper began reading,

Jimmy Casket.
World renowned murderer.
Murder count; 1,563.
Last seen; Seattle, Washington.
Dark brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes.
If you see a man with this description, please call police immediately.

Dippers eyes widened. Over one thousand people were killed by this man? I doubt that's what I can call him… he also has the same description as the man in the my mightmare. Dipper shuddered. He suddenly felt as though he was being watched. By someone or something.

“Dipper! Breakfast’s ready!” Mable shouted from the kitchen. Dipper grabbed his cap and put it firmly on his head, before walking downstairs. When he walked into the kitchen, the smell of waffles hit his nose. He breathed in the sweet aroma. Sitting down, he grabbed a fork and ate waffles with his family.