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The man ran towards the Mystery Shack, long, golden coat billowing behind him; his golden eyes filled with fear. Fear is an understatement, he was down right terrified.
He slammed open the door to the shack, realizing that his hands were shaking like crazy as he walked around, trying to find the boys' sister.
He couldn't let it be true. He couldn't- no, wouldn't allow it. And to find it out from that old, crazy man with the stupid floppy hat? That's what pissed him off. It hadn't been more than a second before he had took off and towards the shack.
The dream demon ran as fast as the stupid human legs would let him, seeing Mabel and Wendy crying, Soos and Stan staring at the floor in bewilderment and oh god, please don't let it be true.
"He c-can't be d-d-dead! It's not true! Y-y-you're all l-lying!" No one spoke except for a blonde haired girl who kneeled down beside her on the floor; placing a tentative hand on her shoulder.
"P-please, let it be a d-d-dream! Please, p-please, please... I can't lose him..." She continued, crying her heart out, face buried in her own hands. "He can't be d-dead, he can't."
The twin let out a heart breaking sob, Pacifica wrapping her arms around her and attempting to calm her down as the broken words left her lips.
"Who's dead?" Bill spoke up, chest constricting and stopping his breath when Stanford spoke in a grave tone; eyes blank and boring into the floor.
"Dipper."