The Universal Spookiness of Gravity Falls

Chapter 5: All That is Pink and Green Does Not Glitter

- Danny's P.O.V.

Steven's floating! He's clearly having nightmare, but he's floating! How? I don't sense any ghosts around.

"He's floating!" Mabel yells.

As soon as she said that, Steven gasps himself awake! He falls back on his bed. He looks around nervously. He sighs in relief.

"Steven, are you ok?" Dani asks.

His face suddenly goes pale and he looks at us. He must've not noticed us.

"I'm fine! I just..had a bad dream." He says nervously.

"Are you? You were just floating!" Dipper exclaims.

He suddenly blushes a bright shade of pink. He looks horrified.

"I was?!" He asks, clearly scared.

"Yeah, you were. I honestly thought a ghost was messing with you." I explain.

"Oh my gosh..." he says quietly.

"Well, if it was, the ghost has probably left." Dipper states.

Looking at Steven, we could all tell that he's exhausted. He sighs again.

"Let's just...go to sleep. I'm really tired." He says tiredly.

"Agreed." I say.

The twins head out to their room while Dani and I go to our sleeping bags. I see Steven lie down. He turns to face the wall, as if he doesn't want us to look at him. Dani and I look at each other, then back at him, worried.

How bad of a dream was it?

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"Are you ready for another day?!" Soos asks happily.

"I'm ready." I say.

"Yeah." Steven says with a smile.

"Awesome! Now let's work, dudes!" He exclaims.

He walks outside to greet the first group of tourists. Steven goes to the cash register and starts preparing his station. He looks a bit depressed. That's unlike him. Even though I've only known him for a few weeks, I know that he's usually pretty chipper. Especially in the morning. Today, however, he's not exactly happy.

Maybe I should ask him if he's ok...

- Steven's P.O.V.

Where's the sign, why can't I find it?

"Hey, Steven?"

"Hmm?"

I look up to see Danny right in front of me, looking concerned.

"Are you ok?" He asks.

"I'm fi--"

I stop myself. I don't want to keep pushing down my feelings. That's what got me feeling bad the first time around. I want to be honest with my feelings.

"Actually, no. Not really." I say, finally.

"Oh..uh...do you want to talk about it?" He asks awkwardly.

"I do." I state.

"Alright, what's on your mind? Is this about the dream from last night?"

"Yeah..." I admit, "It was a really bad dream...no, it was a nightmare.."

He looks at me even more concerned.

"I was reliving one of the worst memories of my life. Every time I tried to change it, the result ended up the same." I continue, "I..don't want to talk about that memory."