I lay there in bed, my eyes staring at the ceiling. What caused Y/N to flee from that Bruce shack? I wonder. Oh, no. I hope I didn't scare her sort something. I grab my phone. "Hey, what's up?" I text to her.
"Nothing much. Just working on this stupid journal thing."
"Y/N, you shouldn't worry so much. It gonna kill ya."
"No way, Randy."
"Listen. Just... Get some rest tonight ok?"
There was a long pause in our conversation before she answered back.
"Ok. Can I come over?"
"Sure! Anything for my girl."
She sent back a blushed face. I sent a winking face.
"Alright. See you there! Around... 5ish? That ok for you?"
"Yeah. We can watch a movie then play grave puncher. Leave the journal and computer at home, though."
"Ok, fine."

(3 hours Later)

    "Hey, Y/N," I say, opening the door. She smiles back, but I can tell that she's really tired.
    "Have you eaten?" She asks. I shake my head, closing the door behind her. I walk up behind her and sling my arm around her shoulders. She stiffens, as if she was afraid of that.
    "Sorry," I say quickly, taking my arm away.
    "No, no. It's... It's ok," she says. We walk upstairs and I pop in a movie. Of course it's the Grave Puncher Movie. Y/N and I laugh and sit together. Our eyes are like glued to the TV.
    "I'm gonna go get some popcorn. Brb." I say, rushing downstairs to put some in the microwave. I come upstairs and I find Y/N asleep. I snicker and set the popcorn down. I nudge Y/N to see if she's awake. Nope. Dead asleep.
    I pick her up and set her on the ground. I put pillows and blankets over her. Then I snuggle right up to her. I sling my arm around her again. She doesn't wake up. I'm glad. She needs the sleep. But then, we both falls asleep.

"Well, well well. Looks like I've found another vessel." A voice says. I look around. I know I'm dreaming, but... This feels so real!
"Uh, kid. Behind you," the voice says. I turn around to see a yellow triangle. He has a black bow tie, black top hat, and one eye. I sort of yell slash scream in terror.
The triangle seems to laugh at me. "Names Bill Cipher. And you must be someone I've never met! Haha! I'm just kidding around, Randy," he says. I stumble backwards, staring up in marvel at him.
"H...how do you know my honking name!?"
"Oh, I know lots of things."
"Wha... What do y-you want f-from me?" I start to shiver. Why am I this scared? I'm not supposed to be scared of anything or anyone.
"Just wanting to know who that cute girl is that your sleeping with right now. She has my journal. And I want it back."
I remember back to reading the authors name. And I know for a fact that it isn't Bill Cipher. "No way, Bill! That journal doesn't not belong to you! It belongs to Dipper Pines!"
    Even without a mouth, I could tell that this stupid triangle was smirking. Then he started to laugh maniacally. "Oh, you shoob, Randy! Hahaha! I know that you don't know Dipper. And let me tell you, he's complete trouble. That journal is mine, originally. But he stole it from me!" Bill said. My eyes widened as I listened to how Dipper had tricked Bill and took the journal for himself.
    "R-really? He stole it from you...?" I ask. I was like a fly who was caught in a spiders web, tugging and pulling. Only find ping that in the end, I would die.
    "Yeah, of course. He's always stealing things he's not supposed to. Ok, well, your girlfriend is waking up. Remember, reality is an illusion, the universe is s hologram, buy gold. BYE!!!!"
    Then I woke up. Y/N's beautifully terrified face was staring at me. Her eyes were wide open, and a death gripe was being held on my arm. She was shaking me. Why hadn't I felt it?
    "Randy! You scared the cheese out of me, shoob!" she said. Be came forward and hugged me. I hugged her back, but unaware of with the juice went on.
    "What happened?" I asked.
    "I...I thought you were dead, or some thing. You weren't breathing, you were just lying there." Now I understand. Her eyes start to blink and tears rush down her face. I embrace her in a hug as she cries even more.
    "It's ok... It's alright..."

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(Your POV)

You woke up that morning. Randy's arm was slung over your shoulder. At first, you were really happy. But, when you tried to wake him up, he wouldn't. You shook him and shook him. "Oh, dear God! No, please! Please... Don't let him be dead," you cried softly. Then he jolted awake. Now, your hugging him, tears rolling down your face. It just scared you more than anything.

(Two Days Later)

"Yeah, see you later Randy. Bye, Howard,"you say, waving back at him. You, Randy, and Howard had been playing in the snow piles. It's time for you to go back. You go back home and rush up stairs. You grab your computer on the way, and then the journal.
"Ok, Dipper Pines," you say, sitting down. "Where can I find you?" You suddenly remember the shack Ninja had shown you in the near by woods. You thou on your coat again and run downstairs.
You run back out into the snow and call Randy and Howard over. "You guys, I think there's something I need to show you guys. It's really important." The boys glance at each other, then nod and follow you to the woods.
As you make your way through the woods, it's like your walking around in a   winter wonderland. The frost that clings to the bushes, and the ice that hangs from the branches sparkle in the weak sunlight. "Y/N, where the honk are we going?" Howard yells up.
"As I said before, somewhere important." You trudge into the woods even more, not sure where your going. But, for some reason, you instinctively know the way. Suddenly, you find the large frozen shack.
"Found it!" You say in triumph. Randy and Howard peak over the edge of a hill. "Come on!" You say, waving for them to come and follow.
You walk up to the front door and watch it creek open. You walk inside, the entire place torn to pieces. You find a vending machine, toppled on its side. "Sweet! Who has money?" Howard says.
"Howard, stay focussed." You and Randy walk back into the hallway you had walked before down into a dungeon room. Suddenly, you hear voices. Three male, one female.
"Stanley, we can't keep living like this."
"Well, I'm sorry Poin Dexter. I wasn't the one who decided to live out here to find a stupid journal our great nephew lost!"
"Great Uncle Ford, Grunkle Stan, I'm fine without it."
You gasp. Dipper Pines? It couldn't be! But then, Howard bumps into Randy, who bumps into you. You tumble down the stairs and I tot he middle of the room. A fire is lit, and the family members are huddled around it, although it's pretty warm in this part of the old shack.
A young boy, about the age of 12, stares down at you. You stare back at him. "A-are you t-the author of t-this book?" You ask, holding out the journal. The boy nods and snatches it from your hands.
"Thank you!" The boys says.
"So, you must be Dipper? Dipper Pines?"