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[Ch 06, Anxiety]

───〃𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

     I'm sitting on the pier, doodling away in the sketchbook Dipper got me. 'It's not my best work, but it's legible... Somewhat.' I smile at my silly little drawing of a toadstool. I cross my legs, looking down at my human form self consciously. I pull my skirt down a bit, just to be safe. "I still can't believe I'm doing this, I'm in way over my head." I huff through my nose. "I can't do this..." I put down my pencil and sketchbook. Carefully, I look over the edge of the pier, dipping my hand into the water as I use the reflection to fix my hair. I use my fingers to carefully brush through it and tame the mess a bit. My eyesight like this is so weird, kinda fuzzy. Everything about this form feels odd, the square teeth, the thick hair, the whites in my eyes. I look like a stranger. Hopefully I look pretty to Dipper.

     I let out a breath. "Who am I kidding? It won't make a difference. I'm a beast, a monster. No matter what he says. Dipper doesn't know, he's biased. I'll always be a corrupted Si-"

     "(Y/N)!!" I look behind me at the idyllic brunette and smile brightly.

     "Hey Dipper!" I stand up and brush off my skirt. I fix it to make sure that I look at least decent for walking around town. "Ready to go?"

     "I am, but I brought you something, if you want." He says as he turns that adorable shade of red. I watch curiously as he puts his bag down and fishes around in it. "Mabel let me borrow one of her sweaters for you. I didn't tell her it was for you, but she let me borrow it nonetheless."

     I fidget with my odd human fingers, cracking the knuckles and looking away. 'How kind of her to lend a sweater not knowing what it would be for...' "Thank you Dipper, I appreciate it. A lot." He doesn't say anything, so I grow curious. I look at him through the corner of my eye and see him looking at me carefully. He does this often, I don't get it. When I face him completely again, he smiles brightly like he wasn't analysing me and holds up a (F/C) sweater with a fish on it. The action makes my heart flutter. I raise an eyebrow and smirk at him. "Really?"

     "What? She let me pick, and I thought it fit." He chuckles and puts his backpack on again. I gently grab the sweater and admire the craftsmanship.

     'She made this herself? It's so soft!' I put on the sweater and pet the soft material. "Someone thinks they were being funny, huh?" I joke, crossing my arms and smiling at Dipper.

     "Maybe," He turns away and rubs his neck while turning bright red.

     'He looks so cute like that.' I think to myself as my face warms a bit. I grab my sketchbook and pencil, holding them to my chest. "So, where are we going?" I ask to pull him from whatever train of thoughts he was having.

     "Oh, right! It's a bit of a walk, but I thought we could go to the library, then maybe the museum, and then the Diner? I noticed you like books, and they are announcing a new exhibit in the museum this afternoon, so..." I see him shrug nervously.

     'That's quite a lot of places.' I mentally worry. His expression makes me chuckle as I walk up to him. "Sounds good," I pat his shoulder. "Lead the way, Dipper."

     He nods and smiles brightly. I feel my face warm up weirdly as I follow him through the dense trees. I appreciate that he's not leading me along paths. 'Despite the fact that we are going to so many places to learn, I'm not looking forward to personal interactions. I'm glad Dipper is here, I didn't make it far when I tried this by myself. I wonder what the exhibit is going to be-'