A/N: Hey folks, GeminiLady here a.k.a once known as YukiGirl21. Anyways, you may have at some point read 'Welcome to Levity Floats!' and known that I've left the fic for dead for some time cuz of a little thing called writer's block. I still feel seriously stuck, so this story will be dedicated to various one shots or drabbles to build on the world of Levity Floats from my interpretation of the reverse falls AU. Hope you enjoy this folks!

Pacifica Smoke wanted to be 'aesthetic' or whatever other kids seem to be into these days.

'But what does knitting have to do with anything?' Pacifica questions herself. Staring warily at the motif symbol of the famed Northwest Twins, she shifts back and forth between her feet uneasily. And most of all, what will asking Mabel to teach me accomplish? Each second Pacifica contemplated her racing thoughts, the thin paper bag holding all of her basic knitting supplies, seem to weigh down heavier and heavier. I dunno, I did help Mabel get her pig. Maybe we're friends? In the back of her head, Pacifica can practically see Gideon shrieking at her not to go into 'the enemy's' territory.

But she finds her feet leading her into the twins' tent.

"Oh my god Pacifica, this is such a bad idea." She says aloud to herself, nevertheless still walking deeper into the Tent of Telepathy. Idly but cautiously walking through the empty rows of benches, Pacifica decides to check the backstage. If Mabel isn't there, I'm hightailing it. She promises herself, tightening her scrunchie nervously. Creeping quietly as if afraid getting caught, Pacifica's eyes scan the deserted backstage. Feelings of relief and dread are confirmed when she sees the dim yellow glow stretching out from the crack of Dipper and Mabel's private room, Pacifica takes a deep breath.

"Tazor, check. Burnish mushroom spray, check. Okay. Let's do this."

Slightly pepped up from her own encouragement, Pacifica raps lightly on the door. Not waiting for an answer, she slowly creeks open the door.

And there was Mabel, sitting on a rocking chair besides a sleeping Dipper. Instead of her usual clad outfit consisting of a sharp cyan blue blazer and black bathing suit, the Levity Floats celebrity wears a very comfortable looking woolen knitted sweater along with a plain ruffled brown skirt. No pointy toed shoes or ridiculously leveled high heels are worn on Mabel's feet, for she settled going barefoot. There was even no make-up present on Mabel's face, all completely wiped off leaving the natural blush of her cheeks.

If Pacifica didn't know better, she would mistaken this un-Mabel girl to be someone else. The only thing stopping her from getting second thoughts, is the famous trademark cyan blue headband along with its shining ghostly amulet, nesting in Mabel's sleek brunette hair.

To top it off, Mabel Northwest, the girl who insists on only wearing top fashion brands and snobbily proclaiming that the only thing she does in her spare time was playing clarinet or model shooting, is knitting.

"Mabel?" Pacifica asks, dropping her bag on the floor.

The girl across the room jumps from her rocking chair, clearly entranced in her knitting activity. For a brief moment, Pacifica only sees a genuinely surprised young girl's face that matches her age. Then, it darkens into something unmatchable, bringing five years more worth of age into the once innocent expression.

"Oh. It's only you."

Pacifica slowly backs away to the door, seeing Mabel's once calm normal blue eyes, gain a creepy luminous color that matches the amulet embedded into her headband, radiating with magical energy.

"Yeah, it's me. Uhm, I'm not here to hurt you or anything." Pacifica's eyes trail to Waddles the pig, guarding Mabel's feet. Somehow, the pig snarled at Pacifica. Did that pig come from hell or what? She flinches slightly at the frightening menace that both Mabel and her pet pig are imposing upon her. "Sooo, how's Waddles and Dipper?" Pacifica nods to a sleeping Dipper, noticing a bloodied bandage wrapped around his forehead as well as his torso.

"They're both very much fine, please and thank you." Mabel snappishly answers. "Come any closer to the three of us, and I swear I will knock off that blonde head of yours with our grand piano -"

"Can you teach me how to knit?"

A pause.

"What?" Mabel bites at the word with a nasty expression.

"Uhmm," Pacifica slowly reaches for her bag, keeping her eyes close on the aggressive pig and girl. "Knitting. You know?" She says weakly, presenting a bag full of yarn.

Momentarily, the dangerous glazed blue glare of Mabel fades for a second. Only for a second.

"Since when were we ever friends?"

"We're not!" Pacifica pales at what she said. Way to go, that didn't help your argument at all! Remind yourself why you're doing this again?! "I mean, yeah, we are! Wait, that's not what I meant!" Her hands fly to her flustered cheeks. Taking a moment to breath and forcing herself to look straight into the scary blue eyes of Mabel, Pacifica recomposes her thoughts. "What I meant to say is...I'd like to."

The wrinkles bringing the dark, stormy expression upon Mabel's face, shifts into confusion.

"Look, you two have some serious baggage that I have no business to stick my nose into," The defeated expression of the twins are imprinted into her mind. The pure fear contorting their faces, the only thing bringing fear to their faces, was the mention of their parents. "And even though I have no idea what's happening at home, well, I'd like to, uhm, lighten it, you know?"

Mabel only answers with a blank expression.

"Haha...yeaaaah. You must be busy and stuff." Disappointment deflates in Pacifica's chest. "Sorry for barging in or anything. Yeah, okay, I'll just go." Spinning on her heels, Pacifica reaches for the doorknob to turn it before -

"Mother doesn't like blood soiling her carpet."

"Eh?" Pacifica whips around, catching the fleeting expression of fear etched into Mabel's face. Because of her own mother. Pacifica thought in disbelief, wondering what type of people the Northwests truly were to bring such fear on their children.

The other girl lowers her eyes to her unconscious brother. "...Just knitting to pass the time."

An awkward pause expands between them.

Yet Pacifica stands at the doorway, patient and waiting.

"You can meet me next week. I think I'll be free."

Pacifica smiles.

A/N: This was meant to be a hilarious one shot (since I headcanon that Pacifica loves doing carpentry in her past time but has no ounce of knowledge of knitting, and as for Mabel, knits in secret from her parents.) but it turned out to be a sorta of touching one. Thanks for reading and leave your thoughts in the reviews!