Author's Note: Okay, New story go! This is a collaboration with Power Master Story Writer, who will be writing Dipper's chapters. We've really been working hard at this, so… yay! Woo! I hope you enjoy it!

H&S

Sophia

Authors Note: Hello everyone! I'm Power Master Story Writer. This is collab with SophiaCrutchfeild! Plese enjoy, and review! We really worked hard on it! I do Dipper's POV and she does Pacifica's POV. This is Pacifica's POV so Sophia did most of the work on it except for this Authors Note. The chapter it self is compltley written by Sophia. Later guys, I'll make next chapter!

H&S

Power Master Story Writer

I press my hand against the window and feel completely helpless.

My name is not my own.

My voice has been stolen.

Nobody knows me anymore.

I know who I have to blame, and I have next to no chance of fixing anything.

See, I was just coming home through the woods after a day with my perfect boyfriend. I was thinking about the fairy ring he's shown me, and how sweet he'd been when he told me he was going to kiss me… So what if my parents disapproved? What was the worst they could do? Dipper's parents weren't their employees, and the Pines family was literally uncontrollable. Dipper was a live wire when it came to me, you never knew when he was going to get you, but you knew it wouldn't be pleasant. He was quiet a lot of the time, but not when it came to people he… cared about. I was lucky enough to count myself as one of them.

Anyway, I was walking home when I met an old woman, who I thought might be a fae of some sort, since she offered me a drink… stupid. I mean, yeah, it's the Gravity Falls woods, but you're still a 14-year-old kid, and you still shouldn't assume old women in the woods are nice fairies.

See, she had a compelling voice, this woman… I loved to listen to her speak… eventually, I was just listening to the sound of her voice, not even the words…

"Tell me your name," she said.

"Pacifica," I told her.

"Say it again, softer this time," she said. I complied, growing softer and softer until, not caring that each time she asked me to speak a touch louder, I could only grow softer… her voice was just so compelling… I didn't even mind finding I couldn't speak…

"Say your name for me, once more," she told me.

"Pacifica," I tried to say, but found that while my lips moved, it seemed my vocal chords had vanished. I tried again, but the harder I tried to speak, the less I could even move my lips. The woman smiled, and I noted that it was a cruel, cold smile; laced with malice… none of this mattered to me though. Not while she spoke.

"Pacifica, you can no longer speak. You don't even know how. You will never speak. You will never be able to learn to speak. In fact, you will never even be able to make a sound. You will not be able to write down your name, or anything about me. Nod if you understand, and agree."

I nodded. She looked on me with a hint of pity.

"Oh man, I'm going to regret this… but you're so young… ah, well, it's not like they'll ever know… Alright. When you hear the words "Pacifica, I love you," from one whom you love back, the spell will be broken. Nod if you agree."

I nodded again. The woman sighed. "The deal is sealed, for now and ever."

She left, and it took a few moments, but I slowly snapped out of my trance. I thought, 'I have to tell Dipper.'

I went back to the clearing, only to see the old woman leaving Dipper, and him slowly coming out of a similar trance to mine. "Who do you think that was?" I tried to ask, but my lips wouldn't move. I tried to speak to him, and I couldn't. I tried to scream, but nothing came out, and my throat felt horrible.

"Who are you? How did you find this place?" he asked, suddenly seeing me. I was horrified.

"You showed me!" I tried to say, but again, I couldn't. I was beginning to remember what that woman had said. I looked at him, and he looked back at me, without a trace of recognition. Tears filled my eyes, but even crying was silent now, as I ran back home, terrified.

I entered my home, and my parents stood with the woman. They were smirking.

"Try speaking against us now," my father said, as he threw me in my room and locked it up.

"Are you sure nobody remembers her? All their memories of her are gone?" my mother asked the woman, standing right outside my door.

"Everyone in town."

"And the boy?"

"He has never even heard of her, and I made him not like blonds," the woman said, laughing. "Even if he sees her some day, he won't be attracted to her."

"Good," my father said.

That's the last voice I heard. I've been sitting in silence, crying with no sound and trying to think of a way out of this, for the past six hours.

I press my hand against the window, and I see the storm outside.

The, suddenly, I smile.

See, Dipper really is the perfect boyfriend. He takes me places, he's a gentleman, and he cares for me.

He also helps me learn how to take care of myself. He learned from Mr. Stanford Pines, and he taught me how to throw a punch. If I can break someone's nose…

I pull my fist back, and I'm glad our house is so old, and we don't often replace glass.

I grab a bag of less-than-perfect, but durable, clothing, and some necessities, and climb down the stone wall to the ground.

Now, I just have to find Dipper, and try to get him to remember me.

Easier said than done…