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Dipper, Can You Hear Me? Ch2

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Dipper glanced over at his sister and raised an eyebrow as she pressed her face against the window. The girl in question had been seated in the window for the past half an hour, staring outside. She didn't move a muscle, and Dipper was beginning to grow concerned. He parted his lips to speak but Bill beat him to it

"Hey, Shooting Star, what are you doing?" he called

"Waiting" was her reply, and Dipper was concerned to hear how worried she sounded. Why would she be worried? What was she waiting for? What was so important?

He stood and made his way over to his sister, sitting down next to her and placing a hand on her shoulder, raising a brow

"Mabes? What's wrong?"

"Look outside" she instructed, and he obeyed, knowing as soon as he complied she would continue. His gaze scanned their lawn as the wind howled and rain poured down, thunder echoing through the sky and lightning illuminating the darkened world. "What do you see?"

"Nothing" he replied honestly, "Other than the usual"

"Exactly!" she cried, finally tearing her gaze away from the window to fix it on her brother "Nothing!"

"I'm not following" he admitted, raising a hand to scratch the back of his neck as his gaze locked with hers.

She hung her head for a moment, playing with her fingers in her lap for a few moments. Eventually her gaze snapped back to the world beyond the window.

"Pacifica said an half-an -hour ago that she would be coming over" she muttered "The drive is barely ten minutes" she leaned closer to the window "I'm worried about her"

"Mabes I'm sure she's fine" he promised in what he hoped was a soothing tone "Pacifica is a smart driver. She's probably just taking it slow because the weather is so bad"

"Dipper you see how- how- how blargh it is out there!" she cried, hands waving in the air as her gaze once more shot back to his "What if she's hurt!? What if a tree fell on her!? What if-"

"What if she's right there?" Dipper raised a brow, pointing out the window where Pacifica's car could be seen pulling up the driveway.

"Paz!" Mabel cried, leaping out of her seat and taking off, bolting straight outside into the pouring rain and toward Pacifica's car.

Pacifica turned off her car and climbed out, a noise of surprise escaping her when she spotted Mabel running toward her. She had a split second to propare before Mabel was crashing into her, arms wrapping around her securely.

"Mabel! What are you doing out here-?" her question was cut off

"I was worried about you" Mabel muttered into her shoulder

"I'm sorry I took so long" she murmured, voice softening considerably "Let me get my umbrella"

Mabel released her long enough for Pacifica to lean into the car and grab her backpack and umbrella, popping it open and swinging it over her head as Mabel took her backpack from her. She swung her door closed and locked the car before both set off across the lawn, huddled together under the umbrella. Bill floated over to Dipper and came to rest on his shoulder, and Dipper knew if he was human he would be raising a brow

"Aren't they aware they could get sick?"

"Probably" Dipper replied honestly, a smirk tugging at his lips as he turned away from the window and made his way back to the table where his Grunkle was seated.

"Ugh" he rolled his eye "Humans"

Dipper snickered. He took a seat across from the older man and they waited in silence for Pacifica and Mabel to finally join them. Mabel hurried upstairs with Pacificas bag, and the blonde paused in the doorway, glancing between the trio at the table for a moment before her gaze fell upon Dipper.

"Nerd meeting?"

"Weird pawprints in the yard. Interested?" he offered

She thought about it for a moment and then shrugged

"Kay, just give me a minute to change" with that she turned and hurried up the stairs after Mabel.

Within fifteen minutes both girls were seated at the table. Pacifica raised a brow at the sight of Bill on Dipper's shoulder, but didn't say a word. Pacifica remained silent for most of the conversation while the other four tossed possibly ideas back and forth, each of the Pines' searching one of the journals. After an hour of no results, she piped up.

"Maybe its a werewolf?" she suggested

"Don't be silly, werewolves aren't real" Dipper scoffed, pausing almost immediately and glancing up at his Grunkle "Grunkle Stan are werewolves real?"

"I've never seen one" he replied "But I've heard stories of them" his gaze turned upon Bill "Cipher?"

Bill hopped off Dipper's shoulder and walked across the table, glancing down at each of the journals before heaving a sigh. A moment later he was a human again and was seated in the middle of the table

"I've only heard stories of them. I've never actually seen one, but if the stories are correct, then it could be possible. The size I was told is definitely the right size to have caused that print, and werewolves are wolf-like which matches the print" he cast a glance toward Stan

"But what about the temperature?"

"Temperature?" Pacifica asked curiously

"The prints were still warm when Bill and I found them" Dipper explained "But it had been hours since they were left; there was small puddles of rain in the steps. There's no way they could have been hot- even if they were freshly made, footprints aren't usually warm"

"True" Pacifica hummed

"So it's a werewolf, then" Mabel chirped "A big warm werewolf"

"But that doesn't make sense" Bill shook his head "I was told werewolves only inhabit Canada and certain areas of Europe. What reason would one have to be in Oregon?"

Stan hummed softly in agreement, nodding his head and heaving a sigh.

"He's right. If his informant was telling the truth about their settling grounds, what reason would it have to come here? It doesn't make sense; animals don't usually travel this far for no good reason"

"It's an awfully long way to travel just to walk across our front lawn" Mabel agreed "Maybe we should look into any animal attacks in the area? If there is a werewolf, or anything big like that, there will be evidence of it. Since we took down the Society Of The Blind-Eye, its become easier to locate these things. Maybe all we have to do is look around" she suggested

"Good idea, Mabel" Stan nodded "I say we check the papers tomorrow, and if theres nothing, the day after we can open the Shack late and spend the morning asking around. Sound fair?"

Everyone at the table but Dipper made a noise of agreement. Stan's gaze fell on his great-nephew and he raised a brow

"Dip?" Mabel asked before Stan could ask. Dipper looked up, opening his mouth to reply, but Stan cut him off

"Listen kid, we don't know what this thing is. We aren't sure its a werewolf, and if it is, we don't even know how to take care of it. There's nothing in the journal about these things, which means either the Author didn't know about them, or the Author didn't know what to do about them. Both are very real, but very bad possibilities. Promise me you aren't going to go into that forest looking for trouble."

Dipper heaved a sigh and nodded his head, meeting his Grunkle's gaze evenly

"Okay" nobody noticed him cross his fingers under the table, and he missed the suspicious glance that Bill shot him "I promise"

"Good. Now get out of here, its time for my shows" he grumbled, standing and making his way to his recliner.

Mabel and Pacifica were quick to head upstairs, and Bill and Dipper followed, Dipper hesitating as he passed the window, his gaze searching the trees outside his home.

This is something the author never knew about. Maybe never imagined. I have to know what it is; I can't risk it getting to Mabel, Grunkle Stan, Bill- I can't risk it getting to anybody. I have to go in there- I have to find out what it is. And nobody is going to stop me.
Dipper and Bill find strange tracks across the lawn, and nobody knows what they came from. The Journals reveal nothing about what this creature could possibly be, and the idea of Dipper finding out something that the Author didn't know prompts him to follow the tracks into the woods. Alone. Three days later he returns, but he's not Dipper anymore.
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