"That can't be good," Dipper said flatly. "Nope. Not good."

The back of his skull was itching and he started getting nervous, clutching a hand to his chest. He started to look around the room, expecting to see eyes staring out at him --

No, not eyes. Triangles. He expected to see shapes -- that shape. Watching him.

His heart started pounding in his ears.

"Do you -- do you feel funny? I feel weird."