The beginning of a new discovery
Dipper woke up to the slam of the front door. Grunkle Fords and Grunkle Stans voices leaked through the floor boards just enough to know it was them. But if Dipper really wanted to snoop he would need to head down. The light that seeped out of the strange shaped window was dimmed, and his alarm clock faintly showed an 11. He was hoping to have slept through the night, but that didnt seem to be the case. When he looked over at Mabels side of the room, her cot was empty. He would have been worried if it werent for the fogginess in his eyes. He pondered for a moment if he should go back to bed. But his stomach groaned in protest. He had skipped out on any sort of dinner, and after all the running earlier in the day he really needed it.
Dipper got up, aware of how his cot creaked under his weight. He knew that if he were to bump into his grunkles that the lecture would commence. So, instead of going to the kitchen, he might as well sneak out to go get something at a corner store. He got dressed as quietly as possible, fully aware of each foot step he made. Making it to the back door would be impossible, and climbing out the window was dangerous at this height. Sneaking out at a lower level window might be better, but all the windows were rusted shut from being unused. The front door would be nice, but it was locked with a fairly complicated lock seeing as it was the main door to the church.
"I just dont think he's ready." He could hear their voices a bit more clearly once the ladder was down. He knew what they were talking about, but he really didnt want to talk about it. There would be questions and really long talks which he was just too tired to deal with. The steps down were dangerously creaky and each step made Dipper freeze a bit, waiting for their conversation to continue.
Once he was by the kitchen, he cautously peaked around the corner. Stan and Ford were both at the counter, talk/arguing about recent events. The conversation was at a steady pace, so Dipper took the chance to dash for it. He slid past the doorway and power walked to the door. He was so close to sweet temporary freedom when a very tired voice called from the kitchen.
"Dipper Pines come here and sit down." Dipper sighed and hit hid head on the wall. He really really really didnt want to talk about it. Long, uncomfortable chats with adults were his worst nightmare. Dipper headed for the kitched, dragging his feet as best he could.
"Yes my dear Grunkle?" He gave an innocent smile and peaked around the corner.
"Dont give me that, sit down." Ford pointed to a chair at the table. He had dark circles under his eyes and Stan was no better. Dipper sat down and looked to the fridge. Ford gave a sigh that could push a boat of the shore, and leaned harder into the counter.
"Dipper, I dont even know where to start." His hand trailed up to his face and rubbed his eyes. " I thought it would have been a good idea to bring you and your sister here, but turns out I was wrong." This made Dipper's blood boil a bit. He wasnt mad at his Grunkle, he had every right to be mad at him. But they were bringing Mabel into this and Dipper's worst fears were coming to life. The last thing he wanted was to ruin Mabel's summer.
"It wasnt Mabels fault, she doesnt even know whats going on." He wanted to keep Mabel as far away from this as possible. She was having fun, having a normal summer for once and Dipper had to come and ruin it.
'Mabel doesnt matter right Dipper, the one we're worried about is you." Stan walked up next to Ford and leaned next to him. "We just want you to be safe. The last thing we need is a dead nephew." They both were heavily concerned and guilt gnawed at Dippers gut. He had snooped in something that wasnt his buisness.
"Im sorry I got into it, but its not my fault you guys were banishing demons in the back yard." He didnt want to get angry, but the anger he felt was more at himself. It was showing in his tone.
"Well generally children should be asleep at that sort of time. And what do you mean, when did we do that?" Fords voice was raising ever so slightly, but it kept itself at a reasonable volume.
"When Mabel and I first got here, you guys were beating up a moose of a thing. You expect me not to be curios and cautious about what you were doing? Besides! Im not a kid, im 17 years old, I can drive a damn car!" Dipper's voice was now rich with irritation. He had every right to be suspicious after that. But he wanted to keep calm, yelling wouldnt do anything good.
"Cautious? You almost died yesterday! And its called minding your own business! A normal person would just go back to sleep and brush it off as a dream!" Stan held no hesitation in yelling. Ford hit him in the shoulder giving a solid glare.
"Do you really want Mabel to wake up Stan? Is that really what what we need?" Ford whispered in a harsh tone.
"For christs sake, she isnt even here! If you guys really cared in the slightest you would realize she hasnt even come home yet! She's probobly out kissing that blonde chick!" Rage filled Dipper for some reason. It felt as if a switch had gone off and suddenly it felt like more eyes than four where on him. It chilled him to the bone but his blood was pumping heat through his head.
"Dipper watch your language! and unlike some people we mind your privacy and dont look into other peoples rooms! And at least we know where she is!" Fords voice was raised now.
"And you think keeping secrets from me is any better?!" Man, Dipper felt pissed. He didnt feel like he was in control anymore. His movements were not his own and his words were leaving as they please.
"We have no duty to keep you up to date on our where abouts!"
"And you do of mine?!"
"Yes!" It was hard to see anymore as his eyes were getting moist. Before even a drop could fall, he turned and ran out the door. He could hear the calls of Ford and Stan yell after him. But he was young and was much faster. He would never survive running down the hill, so he bolted for the tree line.
Branches and leaves whipped past his face and he could feel his shins sting with each scrape and scratch. But he needed time to himself. He didnt know why he lost his anger but he knew that he wouldnt last in the arguement much longer. Dipper always had wet anger, meaning tears would always get involved. The last thing he wanted was to was to cry.
His feet guided him through the trees and over fallen logs. His joints ached as time went on and his lungs started to burn. Dipper slowed to a slow walk and found himself at the base of a moutain clearing. The clearing was filled with a pool that shimmered with what seemed like stones at the bottom. The clearing was mostly empty beside a sheer cliff that went up. The cliff held what seemed to be a door, and a large one. It has carving on it that twisted and curled into various shapes. One of them being the shape of an eye. One eye closed, the other open. Moss was covering most of it and it seemed untouched. The pool blocked his path to it since it curled around it.
Dipper walked up to the water and looked closer at it. The surface of the water was still and no sort of like seemed to be in it. Actually, everything seemed to be silent. Not birds, no bugs, not even wind. Everything was still as a rock. Even with everything being this weird, Dipper still felt a tug. It was as if a rope was pulling him by the core. The air was cold and it was dark. Everything in his heart and mind told him to turn around and leave. So he did. It was like pushing against an ocean wave, or maybe if he was pulling a tree. Something, or someone wanted him at that door. He found his way through the trees again, careful this time not to get hit by trees and thorns.
The sky was invisible to him and the trees shaded him from the moon. He felt it stronger this time, being hunted by something in the shadows. He quickened his pace, heading for town. He still had no desire to head back to the church.
He felt his feet hit pavement and when he looked around he was some where in a small neighborhood. He didnt want to seem like a creeper so he stayed at the edge of the forest, carefully making his way deeper into town. He went to the only place he could think of.
The building was still lit up. The door was also unlocked and without much thought he headed in. Dipper was greeted by the smell of old books dust. The shelves seemed fuller than they use to be and the place was cleaned up. The corner that use to hold the book that got him into this mess was still book piled, but it looked more controlled this time. Dipper sat and decided to read up on that door. His mind couldn't wander from it and his new found interest seemed to be much more harmless than the last.
Halfway through the third book, and after finding nothing, the sun seeped through the shelves. It didnt bother Dipper though, his eyes were already heavy and he couldnt help but doze off. His dreaming filled with odd shaped and a light golden eye. It was a warm presence with a hidden shadow in the stare.