It was dark, blue triangular silhouettes dancing around in the background. Nothing seemed real at the moment, all thoughts of the night before non-existant. Only the sound of soft breathing filled the room. Mabel's. Not Dipper's. He had been holding his breath since he laid down. What was Stan planning? Why? What could the soul of such a beast bring? In his hands, nothing good. He contemplated asking Stan, quickly shaking the idiotic idea out of his head while he still had the ability to think without some throbing pain striking up in the back of his skull. Stan would probably have convinced him not to ask questions anyways, even if he hadn't already decided not to.

There was still something strange about his atmosphere the other night that ticked him off though. His nervous glances, the shaking of his body, and his breath. Dipper had seen him drink, but not to the point where he could smell it even when the door was closed. He was trying... Trying to numb his brain. To forget something. Or maybe he was even more of a jerk, drinking and laughing as Dipper braved the beast on his own. "Prick." Dipper whispered under his breath, his theory leaning more towards the 'laughing-while-he-fought-off-a-dangerous-beast'. It was farely obvious that Stan didn't care about Dipper, but would that really just lead him to do something as extravagent as actually celebrate Dipper's possible demise?

Dipper took in a deep breathe, trying, and failing, to loosen his muscles. He turned to see the ticking wooden clock in the corner of his room, surprisingly one of the things that had survived the fire of his old house as a child. 3:25 A.m. He heaved another sigh, obviously peeved. "Well that sucks." Dipper whispered under his breathe once more, maybe a little bit louder than he had thought. "What does?" Asked a gental voice. Dipper winced at the sleepy voice, cursing himself for disturbing her rest. "Nothing." Dipper replied softly back. "Go back to bed." His demands were ignored though, Mabel sitting up in her queen-sized bed, swinging her feet over the edge. "You're attempt at such a lie is insulting to me. Do you not know who I am? Your sister? The one which slept with you in the mother's womb and was the first to even speek to you? Do you truely believe I would be so quick as to turn on my side and erase your troubled face from my mind?" She asked, sounding even more lovely with every word.

"Geez, oh sister-of-mine. Thou shalt sleep-ith. Thou-ith sound like a crack-head-ith Shakespear...ith. You always talk like that when you're tired." Dipper chuckled slightly, straining his eyes to see her pouting face in the darkness of the room. His eyes didn't seem to get a chance to adjust to the darkness in time though, Mabel clapping her hands. With the 2 soft, but firm, claps of her hands, the lights flashed on in a quick, blinding burst of electricity. Dipper didn't like that very much. "AH!!!!" He hissed, pressing his palms roughly against the smooth, pale surface of his eyelids. He may have over-reacted though, rolling onto the floor in shock at the sudden light.

"Don't be so dramatic brother, a little light never hurt anyone." Mabel said, rolling her eyes in smug annoyance. This only seemed to infuriate him more vigerously though. "At 3 in the flipping morning?!" He scream-whispered at her, his eye twitching and slightly red from the rubbing. Mabel's smug attiture seemed to dissolve quickly, seeing the seriousness in his tone and expression. "My apologies brother, I wasn't thinking." Mabel responded to his spite, earning yet another heaved sigh from the twin. "It's alright. Be more careful though, sister. Your nieve actions annoy me." The room became silent for a moment after that, Dipper's words seeping in. "I see..." Mabel said bitterly, a shamed, yet slightly angered, glance gracing her face in a flash of emotion. Dipper quickly realived his mistake as her expression became unpleasent. "It's not like that sister. I-" He bagan, only to be cut off. "No. No. No, Dipper! I know my clumsiness was... undisirable. You were in every way correct. Perhaps... An apology gift is in order." She pondered.

"At 3 in the morning? Maybe you should wait. I'd rather not wake Stan." He responded, not wanting to take advantage of her generacity. She wasn't naturally generous, to be completely honest. She wasn't very apologetic either. And, if someone was willing to take the blame, she definitly wasn't the type to own up to something that was her fault. But, in a strange way, she had a natural tendency to think of Dipper before anyone else. Her thoughts always gravitated towards what he might think. Though she hated a wide verity of people, Dipper was an acception. If he wanted the moon, she'd find a way to give it to him. In a sick, twisted way, whenever she did something for him, she imagined it being done to herself. Like she had given half of her a birthday present, or baked the other half of her an apple pie. Dipper was half of her. Half Mabel-DNA, half Y chromizome.

"Nonesense. I know just what you need to get you to bed." Mabel beamed, her eyes glissaning in the bright room. "Come out. Come out. My little blue bow tie." Mabel sang, her voice as distinct and chipper as a slaybell. Just as she spoke, the room seemed lighter, fuzzier, dissolved and replaced with some melted version of the original room. It only seemed to last a moment though, the room turning a tint of blue. There was a pause, silence filling the room with expectation and tension. That didn't seem to last long either, a tiny blue triangle no bigger than a basketball appearing in a flash of light. "Miss Pines." The triangle said in a slightly high piched, shakey voice. Mabel's beam seemed to dissolve, showing a more bussness-like appearence.

"Master Dipper can't sleep. Bring him tea. Now." She said solumly, earing a questioning look from Dipper. She seemed questionably crabby all of the sudden. This defianetly earned a snap-react, Will swooshing to Mabel's side. "Right!" Will said, flying to the room, only to fly back quickly to her side once more. "Right..." Will said, giving what Mabel assumed was a wink. She seemed unamused with his words, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

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"I sware, he's the dumbest slave I've ever had. Remind me why we keep him." Mabel said, more of a demand than a request. "It was a deal. Pines don't break deals. Even with idiots like him. He may be a complete kitten when it comes to any form of actual... action, but he's got us bound to our word. Besides, he doesn't need to be a genious. All he does is pour tea and annoy you. Seems logical enough to keep him if you ask me." Dipper responded, earning a scowl from his twin. Though she seemed slightly pissed, Dipper had a sudden question pop up in his head, making him question who should really be offended. "What was up with all of that 'right' crap? Are you hiding something sister?" Dipper asked suddenly, shocked by his own thought.

Mabel's eyes went wide with surprise, or perhaps guilt. "Brother! Do you make accusations against me? Your sister? The one you knew from birth. The one who-" Mabel stopped, seeing Dipper face. Not angry. Not sad. Worried. Worried what she might be hiding. "Do you honestly think I can't see it? You make it too obvious you're hiding something. Why else would you jump to guilt tripping so quickly? What have you hidden from me? Why, sister?" Dipper asked, suddenly comfuced. Mabel brushed the question aside though, trying to laugh it off. "Dipper. Don't be so mellow-dramatic. I'm mearly stating my case. That's all. No need to fret, brother. I wouldn't lie to you... unless it was for your own good." she whispered the last part, hoping he wouldn't hear it. But, of course, he did. He always heard her. He always heard everyone. How could he not? He always listened.

"For my own good?" Dipper questioned, obviously angered by her words. But, before he could question matters further, Will was back. "Tea for the master. Will that be all Miss?" Will asked, his tiny white appren wrapped around his body, bits of lace stitched at the tips. "That shall be all Will. You're dismissed." She announced, reaching up to the floating triangle, lifting the delicate cup from it's silver platter. The demon-slave left, obviously alittle sad about her attitude and lack of thank you's. "Y-Your Wel-come..." He sniffed as he floated from the room. Mabel's beaming expression quickly returned, lifting the tea cup up to her brother's face, a few inches talled than her. "Drink brother. You need the rest." She smiled, making an attempt to press the glossy flower-print to his soft pink lips. He declined imetiatly though.

"What does sleep have to do with tea?" Dipper questioned, an emotionless look smeared over his perfect complection. Mabel gulped, trying to compose herself in an attempt to continue to get him to drink it. "You're so paranoid. it's just some tea." She assured, once more lifting the tea to his lips. Once more, being declined by her clever brother. "I can drink by myself, Mabel." He snapped, whisking the cup away quickly, lifting it to his face. He looked at the dark formula, an overwhelming gust of rosemary, cinnamin, and chia filling his system. But there was something else. Something metalic. Something strong. Something... Chloroform. Dipper's eyes widened in surprise and disgust, realiving her plans.

"I'm not a child Mabel. I don't need your help to sleep soundly." Dipper snapped, scowling down at the sickeningly sweet steam from the cup. "You're so rash sister. Why do you believe this is neccisary to get me to rest? I can close my eyes. See?" Dipper said, closing his eyes. "I can lay down. See?" He then asked, laying on the bed. "And I can sleep." He finished, placing the tea cup on his night stand. "Are you going to show me like you did the other 2?" Mabel asked, already knowing the answer. Dipper's eyes shot open, looking at her in annoyance. "That part takes time sister. You know that." He rationalized.

Mabel wasn't very content with his response though, knowing he would be up all night, like he always was, filling his head with worry so that when he did sleep, he'd be screaming and crying and shreaking and begging when he woke. Like he always did. And she would be by his side, trying and failing to calm him, like she always did. So, she got with Will, planning an escape for him. Planning an escape for her. A way to get away. A night without bad dreams. Or, better yet, no dreams at all. And the answer was so simple it was almost too easy. And it was. Tea.

"Brother. Please. Drink the tea. Sleep." Mabel said, a hint of pleading in her soft voice. Dipper propped himself up on his elbows, obviously critical. "I don't need your help Mabel. My sleep will come naturally. And, when it does, I'll sleep like a baby." Dipper asured. "Babies cry in the middle of the night, much like you, so I'm sure you won't have a problem fulfilling your promise." Mabel snapped back, arms crossed in a vain attempt to look smug, sturn, and wise. This seemed to strike a coard with him, not in a pleasant way though. "Why do you think you know what's best for me, you flipping child." Dipper spat through his teeth, grinding them together in fury. Mabel had always acted like mom. But she wasn't mom. She would never be mom. And he hated her sometimes because her attempts to try and be mom seemed like mocking her.

"You pest. I won't drink your stinking tea and you can't make me. I'd rather be screaming all night than result to such a retarded idea, brat." He hissed with vemonous darts shooting her in the heart. Mabel stepped back, clenching her chest as if he had shot her in the heart. Her eyes seemed broken for a moment, a slight trickle of water inching out of the corner of her eye. His eyes widened suddenly, seeing how his actions had effected her. Without thinking, he bounced from him bed, lunging to her side.

"Mabel... My apologies. I didn't mean it." Dipper said, whipping the tear from her eye in an instance. Her shoulders seemed to start bouncing as he said this though, as if his apology made it worse. "I really didn't mean it. It was stupid and rude and rash and selfish and-... Sorry..." Dipper said, sighing, stepping away from her. He looked at her for the longest time as she stood there, head hanging as her hair floud over her face in an almost sudistic manner. He hated seeing her look like this. It made him feel like a jerk. And... maybe he was... His eyes darted towards the tea cup, still steaming hot and sweet-sented. "God. I guess I'm just a sucker for tear-jerkers, aren't I?" Dipper asked, striding to his bed side, sitting down slowly.

With one more heavy sigh, he lifted the cup, letting it raise to his plump lower lip as he gulped down every drop. "Night Mabel..." Dipper said, already feeling drowsy and kinda stiff. "Night brother."