Our Symphony [Sequel]

=1=

Third persons POV

A bright green light was speeding towards Dippers face, he tried moving his body but to no avail. Then cold seeping darkness took over, with a heartbreaking scream repeating .

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until he woke up.

•Real world•

Dipper sprang from his bed sweat dripping from his forehead to his chin.
Feeling a sudden ache in his heart the young adult, clutched his chest right above where his heart was located .

Dipper took deep breaths to calm his erratically beating heart but to no avail, a unfamiliar yet familiar warmth spreaded all over his body effectively calming him down. But every time this happened it greatly confuses our little Dipper , but like always he shrugs it off. It's not like he'll find out anything about this if he keeps lying down on his bed.

Dipper unconsciously reached out to the other side of his bed but to find nothing, realizing what he was doing dipper quickly retracted his hand , he flipped his hand so he was looking at his palm.

He had been doing that a lot for the past week, and he didn't know why. But something was tugging on his gut , which he was greatly confused for , perhaps he forgot something?

Shaking his head Dipper stood up from his bed he then began looking around for his phone finding it on the nightstand , he snatched it and looked at the time. 2:00 am.

Still early

Dipper yawned placing his phone back to its original spot then turning around towards his drawers, he opened them and took the first thing he saw a yellow shirt , black hoodie, light blue faded jeans , and ironically a Pinetree patterned boxer.

He chuckled at it then continued to walk towards the door. When he arrived at the bathroom he then had a nice calming hot shower. He then did his routines such as toothbrushing , etc.

Knowing that he can't go back to sleep now dipper looked at his mirror wondering if his outfit looked good in him which surprisingly did. The black hoodie complimented the yellow shirt and the jeans.

Might  as well go for a walk, it's not like he can just go right back to sleep after he just woke up.

A sudden nostalgic feeling overcame dipper as he stared at the yellow and black combination. He had been doing that a lot these past few days, staring at thing or certain rooms and feeling nostalgic.

Dipper turned around , snatching his Pinetree hat putting it on , then proceeding to the kitchen. When he arrived he grabbed some bread and placed them on the cheap toaster, grabbed some PB and J and waited for the the indicated ding that suppose to indicate that it's cooked. Dipper sat on one of the four stools, he leaned on the table unconsciously looking at the stools.

He cocked his head to the side , looking at the four stools. Was there a fourth member? Grunkle ford was always accurate with seatings. He sighed. When he hears the ding of the toaster , he grabbed the pieces of bread then spreaded some of PB and J.

After eating his self made sandwich, he took some papers and a pen from a drawer , which Mabel had made her own personal kitchen secret stash.

He wrote with a disturbingly bright neon pink pen :

Going out for a walk. Be back at breakfast
-Dipper

Sticking it on the fridge, dipper went back to his room and grabbed his bag filled with a flashlight, extra snacks , extra batteries , and a notebook.