The Haunted Love

Chapter 7

Sabrina sat up once she heard Clayton’s heavy boots. Her scarf was in his hand when he handed it off to her. Then without warning, he suddenly sat down beside her on the cot. Sabrina turned hot again as she felt his arm rub against hers. She’d start to wrap her scarf back around her neck, only for Clayton to take the end and wrap it himself. She was full blushing when his eyes went over to her. No doubt he noticed that time as she tried to hide it with her scarf, embarrassed.

His eyes moved away, a small smirk forming on his face. “No point in hiding your feelings.” He said to the room. He knew. He knew how she felt. But did he feel the same?

Sabrina pulled her scarf away from her face. “Was it my blushing?” She asked quietly.

Clayton just shook his head. “No. I just – knew.” He seem to hesitate as if trying to figure out what to say. He let out a sigh, lowering his head into his hands. Sabrina wanted to so badly hook her arm under his as it seemed he was going through more than she suspected.

She decided to try though. Slowly, she let her arm curl around his. She leaned her head on his shoulder as he raised his head back up and met her gaze. They were slowly getting there it seemed. Neither her or Clayton have been in a relationship for a long time. It will just be baby steps the first while.

“Sabrina,” Clayton said, while grabbing both her hands and hold them in his. “You sure you want to do this?”

“I’ve already been with you this long. I think we can at least try.” She replied with a small smile.

His grip tightened on her hands. “What about Bill?”

Bill. She hasn’t heard that name in months. That snarky, manipulative demon has been haunting Clayton since he let him in. Everyday he regrets that decision. He has spent years while they were in the dimension, trying to find answers about him. Bill is able to be stopped. That is all he really ever wanted.

But that is the reason why he was so infuriated at his brother. Opening the portal to save him, brought Bill with him. Little did he know though, Gideon Gleeful had already summoned him in Gravity Falls. And he has been marking his family since then. Now his favorite puppet was back in town. It was only a matter of time before he knew it.

“Then we’ll fight him together.” Sabrina replied pridefully. “You know how to beat him. We just need it at the right time.”

Clayton admired her faith. She was stronger than he’d ever be. But she was right. Bill had left him awhile ago for a reason he may never know. He’s done enough torture to this world and other dimensions. “Then we shall.” He replied.

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Late that night, Sabrina had an odd dream. She found herself sitting on a wet swing overlooking an abyss like world with hovering rocks and bizarre objects. The infinite die floated past her, along with Waddles, her pen and Clayton’s journals. There was demonic whispers behind you from time to time. It felt as if she was just floating there herself. But once she let her boots down, the sandy floor became visible as she nearly tripped taking one step.

“Ain’t you a sight for sore eye.” A loud, distorted voice said. A triangular figure morphed and swirled before her. It was yellow with scrawny arms and legs, one big eye and a tall top hat. Sabrina narrowed her eyes. “So tell me, cupcake. What is up with you and old Claytonsie?”

“What do you want, Bill?” Sabrina sneered. “And don’t call me cupcake.”

Bill laughed. “You and Claytonsie are perfect for each other! Talk about drag queens.”

“Cut the crap.” Sabrina snapped.

“Cut the crap. It is funny cause you are crap.” Bill mocked, tapping his fingers together. “So let’s make a deal, cupcake.”

“Screw you and all you stand for. I’ll never make a deal with you.” Sabrina crossed her arms and turned away.

“What if I made Claytonsie love you for the rest of your puny, pathetic life?” He floated down and snaked his arm around her. “Cause you know, I was playing footsies in his mind for years. I know how he truly feels.”

Sabrina’s face went soft. Could he really do that? She took a few steps forward, holding herself. She knew now that Clayton was willing to show his true feelings. But how long would those feelings last? It could last a few weeks, a few months. But this was Bill she was talking to. He was a manipulative fiend, she knew that from what Clayton had told her.

She turned back towards him. He was casually lounging mid-air, checking out his fingernails he didn’t have. “But what do you want?”

He turned himself forward and floated up to her. “Just want to have a stroll in the great world of cupcake.” He gestured with his hand in a rainbow form.

“No.” Sabrina instantly said, realizing he wanted to hitch a ride in her body. “Your gonna use me to get to Clayton.”

Bill laughed. “What? No. Why would I want to be inside the girl of my mortal enemy?” He rolled his eye while saying such.

“You won’t get near him.” Sabrina insisted, shaking her finger around.

“Oh?” Bill snickered.

Sabrina’s eyes flew open as she slid off the edge of the cot, landing hard on her side. “Crap.” She whispered to herself, grabbing at her sore side and rubbing it. She was back in the lab, staring at the blank rock wall where the portal once was. Its pieces were still off to the sides and piled up among each other.

“I’ve got to warn Clayton.” She said, lifting herself up painfully.

She made her way up the stairs and into the main hallway. Sabrina passed the kitchen, only to duck around the corner just as quickly as she passed it. She noticed Dipper was searching the fridge for something. Guess he couldn’t sleep. When he turned his back would be the time to go.

He pushed a few things out of the way before retrieving the milk carton. He then proceeded to grab a glass and fill it. That is when she creaked her way past, only for him to glance back at the sound of the wood. Sabrina just froze up like a deer in headlights. She was hoping the boy couldn’t quite make her out in the dark. It took him second to realize there was a figure there through his tired eyes.

“Who’s there?!” He snapped as Sabrina made her way into the kitchen, shushing him with her hand. He pushed her hand off. “Hey, you’re that girl from the diner.” His eyes went down to the scarf around her neck. “The scarf.” He whispered unknowingly.

“Dipper, I can explain-” Sabrina began, only to be cut off by him.

“Whoa, what? How do you know my name? Where did you even come from?” Dipper started ranting. He suddenly grabbed the knife from the sink, pointing it towards her. “Are you a creature?”

“What? No.” Sabrina carefully disarmed him and put it back. “Let’s put that back before you hurt someone.”

“You could at least tell me your name cause you know mine.” Dipper suggested. Sabrina realized he didn’t have his hat on. She has never really seen him without it as his hair was shaggy and brown.

“You can call me Sabrina.” She bend down to his level and put her hand out towards him. The twelve year old hesitated, looking at her hand and then back up at her. It seemed a few seconds passed before he slowly dropped his hand in hers. “See? No creature.” Sabrina turned her palm face up as if to show Dipper.

Dipper still had a suspicious look on his face once she rose. “Enjoy your milk, Dipper. I got to go see your uncle.” Sabrina looked back at him from the doorway.

“You mean Great Uncle Clayton?” She heard Dipper ask, a milkstache now across his lip. Sabrina nodded. “Whoa ok. That actually made you – a hundred times better. You must be from a multi-verse.” There was a cheesy smile across his face now.

Sabrina knew that he shared the same interests as his uncle. So she wasn’t surprised how he acted. “Sure. If that’s what you want to believe, kid.” She reassured him with a wink. “All I ask from you though, is if you won’t tell your Grunkle Stan and sister about me.”

“Uh Sabrina, have you met my Grunkle Stan?” He c****d a brow suddenly remembering. “Oh wait, you have actually.” Guess he was still half asleep in the brain as it reoccurred to him about the diner.

“Just promise me that.” Sabrina begged.

“I can try.” Dipper replied.

Sabrina nodded a smile before rubbing his head.“Thanks Dipper.” She paused again halfway out the door. “Listen, you are welcome to talk to me when you come down to the lab. I’m always there.”

Dipper’s face lit up with a small smile. “I’ll remember that.” She proceeded down the hall, a smug look on her face. Some sort of a relief got lifted off of her at that moment. And it felt good.