(Y/n)'s P.O.V
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Shoot! My head hurts like hell. It feels like if there was a heart inside it. I look my surroundings and watch how the Pines twins stare at me concerned. "W - what happened to me? The last thing I remember is a Bill heading towards me!" "He tried to get into your memories and use them against you. Then we had to..." Dipper says. His head is looking to the grass shamefully. "We had to enter to your mind and find him. For that we needed to search in some of your memories. After we found him, Dip casted a spell and let us all out. Bill ran away; not without saying his famous phrase: remember, reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold. Bye!" Mabel finished, mimicking the talking pizza.

I was clearly astonished. "So... you saw my past." They both nodded. "Honestly, I just saw you when you were a toddler. A very cute one!" Mabel says with a bright smile. "And you Dipper?" I need to know exactly what he found out. "(Y-y/n), I am very sorry. I didn't have option but to enter to that memories and watch how you were..." "Bullied" I say with my mouth dry. "Don't worry. I understand. Thanks both of you, for saving me."

Later we got to the Shack. It was one a'clock in the morning. We were all tired, so we headed straight to sleep. When we got to the room, Mabel collapsed on her bed and immediately started snoring. "Hey! (Y/n), Mabel left the sleeping bag over Grenda's. You can take my bed and I'll go to the sofa if you want." "Thank you, but it wouldn't be a problem if I slept in the couch." "Sure?" Dipper asks. "I am completely sure" I answer with a smile.

Dipper's P.O.V
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It is 2:30 am and I can't close my eyes. There are just too many thoughts: Bill, (y/n) being bullied - specially that one -, the journal, etc. Maybe a cup of tea will help me sleep.

I go to the kitchen down stairs. Everything is so quite in the house. When I am passing through the living room where (y/n) is sleeping, I hear her tearing and mumbling stuff. I slowly walk to her and realize she is sleeping. "Nightmares?" I whisper to myself. I gently sit by her side and rest her head in my lap trying to calm her down. I can't stand the idea of watch her suffer. I close my eyes and fall asleep.