Dipper's Day: A Narrative Fiction

At around just past midnight, Dipper found himself lying in bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling with a frown. He assumed the position of sleeping, but in reality, sleep was the last thing on his mind. Maybe it was the impending full moon. Maybe it was the pre-pubescent hormones. In any case, he knew it was a jerk move to take it out on Danny Fenton.

He had spent the last few hours lying in bed awake after he got back home from the library — not out of necessity, but simply because… well, he had no idea. Thinking too hard about the events of the day gave him a headache, leaving him confused with the feeling that he was missing important details and leaving his brain going around in maddening circles.

Even the ‘evidence’ that supported
He looked over to Mabel’s side of the room, to find her soundly asleep and lightly snoring, clutching a teddy bear. She didn’t have raging insomnia like he did. He shifted back to his previous position of staring at the ceiling.

After all the things he’s seen here this summer, he’s been finding it harder to sleep each night. And now that he knew that Bill was back and out on the loose, with some new goal, he was finding it hard to sleep with even one eye open. He didn’t want to admit it out loud, but the truth was, he was scared.

“He can’t get to me in the mindscape if I don’t sleep,” Dipper reassured himself, with a nod. Without moving his head, he strained his eyes to look at the clock again. Two in the morning.

Not again, Dipper groaned. How did time pass so fast?

There was so much more to think about, like whatever Bill was searching for— the new presence. He was pretty adamant about finding out whatever it was, and for some reason, he had the idea that Dipper knew what it was. Was he supposed to know?

He was missing something. It was becoming infuriating.

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Dipper sat up in bed quickly. It’s been staring at me in the face this entire time. Danny is the new