Looking Out For Mistletoe -Parapines

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I don't own the fanart in any way.

There was a creak in the ceiling. That's...the only reason I could find for waking up after letting my eyes flutter open in the middle of the night.

It took me a while to realise where I was at the moment, since it seemed that I still hadn't grown used to the fact that I wasn't in Blithe at the moment, but instead in this crazy adventure, searching for answers.

And facing obstacles like triangular psycho ghosts, and crazy and demonic dark masses that followed me for no apparent reason.

The thought of the attack gave me a very unpleasant row of shivers, that crawled up my spine like spiders, and I couldn't help but feel my throat go dry as the air seemed to freeze around me.

Shadows were everywhere and I had to wait until my eyes adjusted to the darkness to stop my racing heart.

There was another creak, which lead me to look at the ceiling again, though this time I feared there was something else in the room with me. Fortunately, I was only presented with the dust traced wood.

I could still hear the rain as it hit the window in the kitchen, and it made me wonder what time it was.

Another shiver of fear passed along my spine. The house sure looked creepy at night. There was almost no sound, except for the occasional creak and thunder outside, a low rumbling of the skies that was strangely soft compared to most storms.

Still, it was enough to leave me feeling vulnerable and chilled.
Like waking up from a nightmare as a kid. You just stay still, afraid to move, and it feels like a blanket of cold is starting to melt over you, dripping down to your bones. But then, the moment you move an inch, it runs away, like a sun bathing lizard, and you feel free to live again, even if its dark and even if those images still stay in your mind.

But it's okay. It's not real. You can breathe and see again, so you just roll over and go back to sleep.

Whatever had appeared in the office that night, it surely was gone by now. At least, that's what I seriously hoped.
Besides, my heavy eyelids were starting to get an opinion on the matter.
I felt the urge to yawn and go back to sleep, but I was interrupted when I felt something move besides me.

Dipper.
We must have fallen asleep on the couch.

Now that I thought of it, I should have noticed sooner.

I could barely see him, but I could definitely hear him sigh softly, his head resting just a little bellow my shoulder.

Though it was dark in the room, there were lights on an aquarium that I had failed to notice before, being them the creators of the gloomy and dark shadows around us.
My attention shifted to the aquarium for a moment, just out of curiosity.
I was some feet away from it, but I definitely could see one of those slimy looking lizards with feathery gills on its head and little limbs. And for another moment I stared at the axolotl, and it stared back.
Or perhaps it was sleeping? It was hard to tell.

A jolt from the person next to me brought me back to reality.
I couldn't help but look at him for a while.
His hair was messy, well, more than usual, but this time, even that strange birthmark of his was showing.

I could barely get a look at it the last times, he was so self conscious about it, but I couldn't understand why. I honestly thought it was amazingly cool to have such a birthmark. I didn't have any cool ones. In fact, I think that I didn't even had one.

He even took it as a name. I think that was hard to beat.

Now that I thought of it, I didn't even knew his real name.