ChApTeR tWo

Third Person POV

Mabel had returned from her sleepover early this morning, but she was planning on having another the next night.

"Hey Mabel we need to talk," Dipper said as Mabel was drinking her daily dose of Mabel Juice.

"What's up Dippy Fresh?" She said smiling.

"Mabel you know I hate that name! Besides Dippy Fresh was just weird."

Mabel laughed, and rolled her eyes. Scooting closer to Dipper she waited for him to begin talking.

"Well?" She asked after a long silence.

"When I was in the woods the other day I thought I saw Bill-"

"WHAT?!" Mabel asked hopping up from her chair spilling the rest of her juice on the floor.

"Mabel let me finish! I don't think it was actually Bill. He was made of stone.. I think it's just a statue."

"So we have nothing to worry about?" Mabel questioned cleaning up her mess.

"Well I wouldn't say that. But I don't think the statue could cause any harm."

"Okay whatever you say bro bro," Mabel said hugging Dipper, "but you are going to show me right?"

"I guess so," Dipper said motioning for Mabel to follow him.

Climbing into the golf cart Dipper was already uneasy. It took him a few long minutes to convince himself that the statue is harmless, but even then he couldn't be more wrong.

Driving back into the forest Mabel was singing an obnoxious new Pop song. To Dipper's ears it sounded like every other awful song Mabel listened to.

Finally reaching the statue Mabel jumped off the moving golf cart and ran over. She was almost too excited considering the isosceles triangle had once tried to kill her.

Mabel poked the statues eye. Dipper half expected it to blink or even close but nothing happened. Shrugging Mabel walked back to the golf cart.

"Kind of dumb don't you think?"

"I guess. Maybe Bill just made a statue of himself and it survived Weirdmageddon."

Dipper shivered at the thought. Though Weirdmageddon had been a victory, he came all too close to losing Mabel.

Sitting next to Mabel in the golf cart, she started the engine and roared off. The quick change in motion sent Dipper's hat flying in the wind. Dipper turned around trying to grab it but it was already gone.

"Mabel!" Dipper yelled stepping on the break.

"Whoops," she said smiling sheepishly, "better go get it."

Dipper sighed and got off the golf cart to retrieve his hat. Mabel pressed on the gas and drove away leaving Dipper alone.

"Ugh Mabel seriously?"

He watched as his sister, and the golf cart, disappeared from view. Sighing, he went to find his hat. If he didn't have it he wouldn't be able to trade hats with Wendy at the end of summer.

His eyes pealed, Dipper searched anxiously for his pine tree cap. He still remembered the first time he got it years ago. While his hat had only gotten him the notorious nickname "Pine Tree" Mabel had saved their butts with her grappling hook. Rolling his eyes he began looking around the Bill statue.

"Bill did you take my hat?" Dipper asked rhetorically.

No answer came from the stone statue. After another five minutes of looking Dipper gave up and retreated to the shack, where Mabel would be waiting, or so he thought. He returned only to find Mabel out with her friends, again.

"Hey dude," Wendy said walking into the shop.

"Oh hey Wendy," Dipper replied.

He was trying to find a new hat but to no avail. There were no hats in the shop, not even the pine tree hats they always had in stock.

"Wendy do you wanna umm.. hang out?"

"Sorry man I can't. I have a date with Robbie later."

"Robbie? Oh okay."

"Yeah sorry," Wendy said again before leaving the shop.

Dipper stomped his foot angrily and decided to head to the attic. Maybe he could find something to do upstairs. Entering the attic Dipper found his hat laying in front of the triangular window in the floor.

"So Mabel had it the whole time?!"

He picked up his hat and placed it on his head before sitting on his bed. Taking the journal from beside him he opened it and began reading.

"Hey bro bro!" Mabel said coming upstairs to the attic.

"Oh hey Mabel. Wait did you have my hat this whole time?"

"No, I thought you lost it."

"Oh. But how did it get here then?"

"How should I know?" Mabel said flopping onto her bed.

"Oh Dipper by the way-"

"SLEEPOVER!!" Candy and Grenda both jumped through the door excitedly.

"Mabel not again!" Dipper groaned.

"Sorry bro bro but I promised."

Mabel hugged both of her friends and pulled them over to her bed. Dipper glared at his sister before leaving the attic and stumbling down the stairs.

"It's not fair," Dipper said kicking the floorboards of the shack.

He walked outside and into the forest. Something told Dipper he wanted to go there but he didn't know why. Soon enough he was running and the trees were flying past him.

Dipper tripped over something not realizing where he was going. When he stood he noticed it was Bill's statue, and he had almost broken off his arm. Sitting in front of the statue he poked his eye much like Mabel had earlier.

Right now Dipper didn't want to think of Mabel. He always sacrificed everything for her, but she never did anything for Dipper.

Tracing Bill's small outstretched hand Dipper placed his in it. He swore he would feel the tingle of Bill's familiar fire, but no fire could be seen. Dipper quickly pulled back his hand, but the deed had already been done.

The trees around Dipper shook loudly in the wind. The sun cast long shadows against the forest floor. Dipper stood frightened. In the back of his head he could hear the echo of a song played long ago, but he didn't know who sang the song, or where it had even come from.

" We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day~"

Dipper clutched his head in pain. It felt like someone had stabbed a knife into his skull. He fell back into the ground unable to stand. The song echoed in his head again until he couldn't withstand the pain, and he blacked out.

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