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Dipper lie on the lawn chiar atop the Mystery Shack’s roof,piles of empty Pitt cans crumpled and scattered,occasionally blowing in the subtle night breeze. His eyes drooped shut before snapping back open frantically. Nightmares had plagued him for days now, no doubt Bill’s doing. Dipper sat up,stretching his sore limbs before slowly rising to his feet.
“I can’t do this anymore…” He mumbled to himself as he ran a hand through fluffy brown locks. It had been almost a week of long nights either filled with vivid night terrors or pouring over the journal. Whether he liked it or not Dipper would have to sleep eventually,and he knew Bill was still a threat. Who knew what would happen to him while he slept.
What Dipper needed was a much needed sleep and someone to watch over him.
Silently,he crept back into the bedroom he shared with Mabel. He stopped just before her sleeping form and sighed. Really it would be unfair to his sister if he just woke her up to let him sleep. And besides,Mabel was very prone to distractions and while he loved his sister with all of his heart he really didn’t think she would be someone to trust with this. Thinking for a moment,Stan’s old copy machine came to his mind. Dipper knew someone he could trust with everything,himself.
Tiptoeing down the old staircase that lightly crept with each step he made his way to Stan’s office. Luckily Dipper’s Great Uncle was nowhere to be seen. Climbing onto the screen and pushing the button,soon a clone of himself was spat out.
“Hey man I need your help with something.” Dipper said softly,climbing down from the machine. His clone grinned back at him. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
“Not a problem dude, I already know what’s up. And don’t worry I can totally handle it.” Tyrone replied, walking over to Dipper and looping an arm about his shoulders. Dipper gave his double a relieved smile as another wave of exhaustion came over him.
“Just wake me up if things start getting wierd or whatever.” He yawned.
The two made their way back to the roof through the ladder in the gift shop. Dipper flopped into the lawn chair once more,eyelids shutting as soon as his back hit the plastic. He heard Tyrone chuckle but dismissed it. A weight settling next to him on the char did snap him back to semi-alertness, sitting up. Tyrone,now sitting on the chair, gently pushed him back down.
“Get some sleep man,you need it.” He whispered, taking off Dipper’s pine tree hat and setting it off to the side. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Dipper just nodded,settling back down and shifting to a more comfortable position. A silence settled in,the sounds of a summer night filling the air. The two sat motionless until Dipper’s voice broke the silence with a quiet request.
“Do you want to lay down?” He asked,voice barely audible over the sounds of crickets and various night critters. Tyrone didn’t reply,but quickly settled next to Dipper in the slim chair.
Cheeks flushing a muted pink,Tyrone tried to take up as little space as possible. “I don’t really fit dude.” He laughed,tucking his arms against his sides.
“Then maybe could we…?” The original trailed off,scooting closer. “If you want?”
Realizing what Dipper meant,Tyrone loosely draped his arms around the other. Dipper sighed contently in response,tucking his head under Tyrone’s chin and curling up.
“Better?” He asked,running his fingers through Dipper’s messy hair,who only nodded in respone with a sleepy grunt.