Looking Out For Mistletoe -Parapines

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Mabel sighed and hugged her arms, her face looking rather disappointed. Not in Dipper, but in herself.
"Yes, okay... okay... If you need any help..." some seconds passed, silence filling them, and she covered her face with her hand, the same anger returning "God, how could I have been so stupid? He told me not to play, he said it wasn't a good idea and I didn't listen. I didn't listen, and now we have some... invisible, dark, poltergeist thing loose in the shack, and Norman...N-Norman could have died!, I mean..."

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Dipper placed both his hands on his sisters arms, looking at her in the eyes.
Even if they were twins, their heights didn't match at all.
"Come on now...don't beat yourself up. Nobody knew it was going to happen. Sure, it was stupid, but, hum..." he looked down for some seconds but quickly pushed his stare into her again "hey, do you remember Compy?"

Mabel still looked sad, but sniffed out an answer.
"Yeah."

Her brother smiled.
"Remember that time he tried to steal Stan's old goldchain?"

Mabel smiled as well. Not one of those bright smiles she used. This one was meek and tired.
"Yeah, he had to chase him around and hit him with a neespaper until he dropped it, but the dino then destroyed the grandfather clock by stealing its hands."

"See? It was a stupid idea. But we worked around it."

"It was Stan's idea. Of course it was stupid."

They giggled a little, never enough to be funny, but softly, and just what they needed to ease themselves. The situation was proving to be complicated to everybody, it seemed.
I raised my head a little from my secluded and dark spot to look at the twins.
At least they seemed to be bonding a little over this.

I looked at my hands. My palms were burning like something had caught them on fire, but other than that, they seemed perfectly normal. No dented skin, no bruises or scratches. Just plain... normal.

I buried my head on the crook of my inner elbow again, but I felt something prick my neck, and I drew back quickly. I brought a hand to investigate the area, and indeed, there was a bump in my skin that hurt. Still, the pain was gone in a minute.

The movement from the hallway caught me off guard, because soon enough, both the twins were staring at me. But just as quick as they glanced my direction, they dispersed in opposite directions, Mabel up the ladder, Dipper towards the living room.

I felt somewhat confused and abandoned, a mix of the two where I couldn't decide wich one was strongest, but I didn't comment.

I felt like an insect. Defenseless, unwanted, and better off away from the sun and the rest of the world.

Somewhere in the living room, I heard a door open, and Dipper's footsteps became apparent.
I had noticed before that everybody in this house had different footsteps. Mabel's were fast passed, even if she never walked that fast. Stan's were heavy and somewhat slow. Typical for someone his age. And Dipper's were usually calm and relaxed, sometimes slower if he was feeling down. They all matched them.

But this time, they were different. Mabel was walking slower. And Dipper's were too composed, like each one had been calculated, like one foot should go a certain direction at a certain speed, and step on the floor in a certain way. But nevertheless, he used them so naturally it had me thinking how often he dealt with similar situations.

He was carrying something with him, a block of some sort, along with some other wires and devices that were connected to it.

He stopped by the door, giving out a sigh.
"Hey...you alright?"