Monster Hunts and Dates (Dipper Pines X Reader)

7- Recovery

          Y/n's POV
I was wide awake all night, wandering the shack quietly. I decided to go down in the basement and check on the portal. The elevator gave its creaky moan, shaking a bit as it descended to the third floor. I didn't dare go to the second floor yet. I'd rather let Dipper explain everything I found in there rather than get any sort of wrong idea. The elevator door opened, revealing the running portal. I walked over to the control panel and flipped through the third journal Dipper let me keep.

I stopped at the blueprint page, reading it over. It was all in some sort of cipher, so I just looked at the blueprints. After a few minutes, I flipped over to the pages about Bill. I was still terrified of him. I reread the pages over and over again. "How did he get out?" I pondered aloud, remembering that Dipper told me him and Mabel shoved him in the portal. I was so focused on the journal I didn't hear the elevator behind me. "That was my fault," Dipper's voice answered. I looked over at him, startled. "S-sorry," he stuttered. "No worries," I answered, turning my attention to the portal. I heard his footsteps walking up next to me.

"Why is it your fault?" I asked after a few minutes, breaking the silence, other than the buzzing of the portal. "All you need to know is that this tattoo was a mistake," he laughed, shaking his head. "How long?" I asked after another few minutes of silence. "How long until what?" he asked. "Until we open the portal," I added. "Won't open until about a week now," he answered, walking around a bit. "Now?" I asked, turning to face him. "Could've opened it either tomorrow or the day after. Now that we have to avoid another rift, we need to take a few more precautions," he answered, pacing a bit.

Dipper's POV
I started pacing the grounds a bit. I really wish I had a pen down there with me. I never did break out of that habit. "Why was there a rift before?" y/n asked me, breaking me away from my thoughts on my nervous ticks. "My Grunkle Stan wasn't the best at building a portal. He only read what he needed to open the portal and didn't bother reading the warnings," I laughed. I sighed after a little while. "Y/n, I'm not sure if it was a good idea for you to help me with this portal. I mean, Bill could've really hurt you and you're still in danger," I said aloud. "Dipper, everyone in the world is in danger! Let me ask you this. If you had a choice between knowing what was right in front of you, would you want to know it? Or would you want to be oblivious?" she asked me. My mind wandered to Fiddleford McGucket.

"Well, I knew a man who went crazy once he started erasing his memories of anything that left him with guilt or just didn't want to remember," I laughed a bit. "What did he chose in the end of it all?" she asked, looking me in the eye. "He tried his best to remember," I sighed. She had me. "Exactly. I don't want to be walking around completely ignorant to my surroundings!" she laughed. I smiled a bit. "Now, stop trying to get me to give up on this portal!" she laughed, punching me in the arm lightly. I laughed and rubbed where she punched my arm.

Y/n's POV
Truth was, I felt like I was in a little too deep in these mysteries to give up now. I didn't plan on giving up now. I knew there was someone else's life at stake other than mine. I wanted to bring her back safely. "So, you're getting the toxic waste tomorrow night?" I asked. He nodded. I looked back over to the portal, hearing the buzzing again. "So, we're safe in the shack?" I asked. He nodded again. "Are we going to do another monster hunt?" I questioned. "It's up to you. If you're ready-" Dipper went. "I'm ready," I interrupted "Are you sure? I'm kind of worried about that mark," he said, pointing at my left arm. I lifted it and looked at the cuts. They were starting to scab over, so I didn't worry about it much. "It's fine," I shrugged.

Dipper's POV
I didn't lift my gaze from her arm. It seemed too normal for Bill, to be honest. It should have done more. Maybe it was in an early stage, so I shrugged it off as y/n had. "Okay. Well, the unicorns seemed a bit easy, so let's try something a little more challenging. How about... gnomes? You seem to be able to handle yourself well against a creature," I suggested. "Sounds great! What, aren't they just little men?" she asked. "Oh, they can be more than that!" I laughed. "Is this hunt gonna be more for fun?" she questioned. "Yeah. They don't have much we'd want or need. I just feel a little uneasy leaving the shack now," I admitted. "What's Bill gonna do?" she questioned. She had me there. "True," I nodded.

"So, I'll go get my bag ready and we can head out!" she said. We both walked over to the elevator and went to our rooms, packing our bags.