The Stan twins were up at the crack of dawn and back in the truck.
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Dipper woke up that morning to sunlight coming through the window and lighting the whole room. Groaning, he sat up and rubbed his eyes. His hair was messed up, but he ignored that. The memories of yesterday came back to him and he looked over to the other bed.
Sure enough, the girl was still there. Her head had turned when he sat up and she was staring at him again.
"Did you sleep at all?" He couldn't help asking, silence answering him. He got up and walked over to the closet, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes. He glanced back at the girl as he went to the door.
"Wait here. I'll be right back, and...don't touch anything."
He then walked out and headed to the bathroom. "Mabel!" He called down the stairs. "The girl woke up, so please keep an eye on her!"
Downstairs, Mabel grumbled and turned over on the couch, a bit of drool leaving the corner of her mouth. Dipper walked into the bathroom and locked the door, turning on the shower.
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I glanced around before looking at the door the organic had gone through. I slowly stood up as well, fidgeting in the clothes I was given yesterday. The shirt had something on the front, but I couldn't tell what it is.
Walking barefoot outside, I walked down the stairs slowly, my eyes constantly darting all over the place. I saw the female organic on the couch, clearly in some sort of sleep. I slowly walked over to her, a hand going out to feel the thing covering her. It was soft too.
I looked around the room. There was a black boxlike device as well as shelves with different colored rectangles. I walked over and pulled one out, finding that it seemed to open to reveal weird white flappy things. I couldn't tell what the black markings inside were, but I did recognize some of the pictures as the outside I was in before.
Putting the rectangle box back, I wandered further into the area were the female organic went to get those wonderful disks yesterday. They were so sweet and the substance used on them was so delicious. As soon as that first piece was in my mouth, it awakened something in me. I don't remember eating something that good before.
Maybe there was more. I walked into the area that had some things on the counter. There were circular devices and colorful bags. I saw a bright box with a colorful design on it and picked it up, finding that the top opened up, inside was a bag full of little symbols. More of them were a bland color, but there were also some colorful ones.
I picked up a blue one, and looked at it. It was a distinct shape as well. It smelled like something to be eaten, much like the disks from last night. So I put it in my mouth and slowly chewed it. While it tasted sweet, it also didn't have the same deliciousness as the disks. I put the box down and walked along the counter, looking at the different shaped and colored items. My hand wandered down to the side and found that there were compartments along the side that opened up. My finger dug into the middle and slowly pulled it out.
I jerked back when I saw the knives in it. My dad took great joy out of carving his symbols on me with them. Only when he had no more room would he heal me. But he always left the big one on my back. I couldn't help shivering as my hand subconsciously went to my back, wincing at the small burn. I could always remember getting that one.
My dad hummed a song as he worked the serrated knife down my shoulder blade. I whimpered, unable to resist biting my lip as tears streamed down my cheeks. I was forced to lie on the ground, my dad straddling my hips and two of his demons holding down my ankles and wrists.
"Tomorrow, just you wait and see, there'll be love and laughter and peace ever after. Tomorrow, when the world is free." My dad sang, his hands never faltering in their work.
When he started on the second letter, I couldn't help letting out a wince and small cry.
"What have I told you about moving? Do you want daddy to mess up and start all over again? And I love your tears, but the noises are annoying. Someone shut her up."
The demon holding my arms moved and my dad grabbed me by my hair to pull my head up. I opened my mouth to cry out at the pain in my scalp, but something was shoved in my mouth to stop it. By now the tears were blinding me and I could barely see anything. My dad resumed his humming and the knife moved down my skin, shredding it and blood spilling out in its place.
"There'll be blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover, tomorrow, just you wait and see."
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I jerked out of the memory and stumbled back, knocking over a chair. It hit the floor with a bang and I heard the female organic say something before she hurried in. I flinched when she looked up at me, my hands immediately going up to block my face.
'Please don't hurt me, I'm sorry, please don't hurt me, I'm sorry, sorry-'
I flinched again when I felt the girl take one of my hands, prying it away from my face. I expected to see her mad that I messed up, but instead I saw the naked concern that was there before. I shrank under it, and she took my other hand. She was saying something, and now I wished I could understand her because the way she was talking was so gentle.
I shuffled back when she leaned forward, but I couldn't move since she still held my hands. She made a soothing noise, and I froze as she leaned forward more and let go of my hands. Her arms then wrapped around me and pulled me to her. Her head was over my shoulder, and I could feel the body warmth radiating off of her.
I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. What she was doing felt nice, but normally someone touching me like this meant more pain. But after a minute, she pulled away and smiled, saying something else. I watched as she turned and went to the counter, picking up the chair before opening another compartment and taking out a few boxes. She looked back at me after I hadn't moved, and gestured to the table.
I understood that move, and I walked over to sit down. I waited while she took these little white circular objects from the white box and cracked them purposely. Only yellow stuff came out of it and landed in another container. I could hear a faint sizzling noise.
Soon the male organic came down with different clothes on. His hair was wet too. He gave me a small smile, and joined the female organic in making whatever it is they were making.
After a while, the female organic out another plate in front of me. I was a bit disappointed to not see the delicious disks, instead there was a small pile of yellow stuff and three long pieces of red meat. It smelled pretty good. Remembering the events from last night, I used the silver thing to spear some of the yellow stuff. I could feel the heat coming off of it, and glanced at the organics. They seemed to be blowing on it before eating it, occasionally looking at me as if to see if I was doing it. So I imitated them and blew on the piece before putting it in my mouth. This had a different flavor than the pancakes, not sweet but still savory and tasty. I immediately started eating, done with the yellow stuff in seconds. The red pieces of meat were still hot, and the organics chose to just use their hands for that. So I used my hand to pick it up and bit an end off. It was juicy and tender. I finished that off quickly as well, noticing the organics were watching me. The female got up and took my plate, leaving and returning with more yellow stuff.
I dug in.
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Mabel watched the girl practically shovel her food into her mouth, Dipper also glancing at her. Both secretly chose to only have one serving, she looked like she needed it more than them.
Dipper got up once he was done to put his plate in the kitchen. As he walked past the window he saw a truck pull up the dirt driveway.
Putting the plate down, the young man hurried out the door and down the steps. "Uh, excuse me, I'm sorry but we're closed! Check back later this summer-"
He stopped when he recognized the person behind the wheel.
Grunkle Stan stepped out and smiled. "Hey, Dipper! How ya been?"
"Grunkle Stan!" Dipper smiled and hurried over to hug his great uncle. Ford stepped out of the passenger side as well, waiting for Dipper to hug him as well with a smile and a "greetings". Mabel heard the commotion and squealed at the visitors, running right into Stan's arms.
"Hey, sweetie, good to see you." Stan said, patting Mabel's back before letting her pull back. "Whoa, let me look at you! You must be fending off the boys with a stick!"
Mabel giggled and shoved at the older man before going over to hug Ford.
"Now, Dipper, I believe the girl you spoke of is in the shack?" Ford asked. The warm smile he wore when he greeted the twins was gone, now showing seriousness and a bit of worry.
"Uh, yeah, she's eating breakfast." Dipper said.
"Mabel, please help Stanley with our equipment. Dipper, come with me."
Both twins shrugged before Mabel went back to the truck while Dipper followed their uncle.
Ford still remembered the shack's design and where the table was, so he knew where to go. Dipper saw him stop right in the doorway that led to the living room. He glanced in and saw the girl was now looking up and staring at his uncle with open curiosity and a bit of fear. But what he saw in Ford's face was what really worried him. He wore such a look of surprise and recognition it almost seemed like he found a long-lost friend.
"Impossible." He breathed, dropping his bag and slowly entering the room, Dipper staying by the door.
The girl immediately stood up from the chair, taking a step back to keep Ford a safe distance away. Ford had both his hands up, taking a single step forward.
"Calm down. I know you're scared, but it's okay. You're safe here. Just stay calm, I want to help you."
Dipper was a bit surprised Ford was able to sound that soft and comforting, but whatever he was doing must've been working because the girl slowly lost her body tension and let him slowly walk over to her.
Ford slowly reached a hand out until it took one of her's, his eyes never leaving hers. He saw no reaction in her and knew she didn't recognize him. He couldn't really blame her though, it was a long time ago.
He cupped her hand in both of his, his eyes shining with overwhelming emotion. "I thought you wouldn't last long in that hellhole. I have apologies to make to you, but I can't give them at the moment. I want to help you understand, so I need you to trust me."
He watched as she seemed to relax more and he made the universal gesture to come with him. She did so, even curling her fingers to hold onto his hand. Ford glanced at Dipper and motioned for him to follow too. The young man quickly caught up with them as they went to the vending machine.
"Ford, will you please tell us what is going on?" He practically whispered as his great uncle typed in the number code.
"Soon, Dipper. I'll explain everything." Ford said as they walked through the entrance and down the stairs.
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Should I make this mature?
The song Bill sings is "The White Cliffs of Dover" which is sung by the same woman who originally sang "We'll meet again". He just has a thing for old slow songs.
Anyway, I figured out the plot to a certain point, so expect two or three more fast updates until I hit writers block again.
Love all you,
Harley64quinn