"Pinetreeeee~" a voice laced with mock affection called from downstairs.
Dipper mumbled something and shifted on his bed, evoking minuscule, defiant creaks that echoed in the emptiness of the room. His blankets were everywhere; on the floor, about to fall on the floor, strewn all over his bed. They were everywhere but on his body. He pulled one over his head and tried to ignore the dream demon downstairs that was calling him.
The beckoning had stopped and Dipper gave a small smile before burrowing deeper into his mess of blankets, happy for silence to settle over the Shack once again. Then a sound of heavy footsteps started and got louder and louder as Bill, Dipper presumed, walked up the steps to his room. Dipper was too tired to prepare himself for the demon's antics and just kept his eyes shut. He had been up late last night in order to work on the first draft of an article he was writing for the Gravity Falls local newspaper.
Then the door slammed open, as part of Bill