What is up, peoples? Jax here, and I'm really just trying to get this one done so I can FOCUS on GFA and the Survivors. It has been taunting me. I was TRYING to write new chapters, but my brain was all like "GO WRITE DIPPER AND PACIFICA AT A PARTY OR I WILL FREAK OUT." So I went back to this. Dipper and Pacifica both are at a party, and they get paired up by Stan, who has been drawing names out of a bowl to create mystery couples for the Mystery Shack Mystery Dance of Mystery. Maximum two more chapters after this. Let's see what happens... R&R!
Dipper and Pacifica sat at a table, talking. They were both nervous, but both had slightly relaxed.
"Why don't we hit the dance floor?" Dipper asked.
Pacifica blushed. "Sure," she said. But her thoughts were quite different. Why am I doing this? She thought. I shouldn't be seen with the brother of my worst enemy! I hate Mabel, and I... hate Dipper. I hate Dipper. I HATE DIPPER. Pacifica knew she was lying to herself. She didn't hate Dipper. She had no idea how she really felt.
Dipper was also thinking. What happens if Mabel sees me? He thought. Mabel hates Pacifica, and I... hate Pacifica. I hate Pacifica. I HATE PACIFICA. Dipper knew he was lying to himself. If Pacifica wasn't so mean... why was Pacifica so mean? Dipper couldn't think of a reason for it. As far as he knew, Mabel had never done anything to Pacifica. She couldn't still be upset about the Party Crown, could she? Besides, she won the Party Crown. Dipper decided to forget about it for now.
"Alright, party people," said Soos, "Let's bring it doooooooowwwn." The song "Just Impolite" by Plushgun began playing. {Music: "Just Impolite" by Plushgun}
Wow, Dipper and Pacifica both thought, Soos thinks this is a slow song? Ah, well, let's just go with it.
Dipper and Pacifica slowly spun across the dance floor. Lost in the moment, they both began to realize how they felt. No, thought Dipper, I don't hate Pacifica. So what if Mabel hates her. I like her. And that's okay. And if Mabel doesn't like it, well, she can take her lumps. I LIKE PACIFICA.
No, thought Pacifica, I don't hate Dipper. So what if I hate Mabel... Pacifica stopped. Why do I hate Mabel? Is it... Dipper? Oh my god, I've only been mean to Mabel so that I could get closer to Dipper. How long have I liked him? I guess since that first party. The one where he seemed to be everywhere at once. I was mean to her because she was always with him, and I figured that if she was gone... I could wedge myself in. Wow. I'm a huge jerk.
As the song ended, Dipper realized how he was thinking. And he knew he needed help, and from the only person he could really trust: himself.
"I, um need to, um, use the bathroom," he explained to Pacifica.
Pacifica looked a little weird, sort of like she was talking to herself. Suddenly she said, "Mmm... what? Oh, sure."
It seems like she just woke up, Dipper thought. He quickly ran through the "employees only" door and headed upstairs. He reached the copy room. Please work, he prayed as he jumped on the machine. The paper it spat out had an image of Dipper on it. The paper began to shake, and then a full-size clone of Dipper rose off the paper.
"Tyrone!" Dipper said, excited.
"Yeah," said Tyrone. "Why am I not dead?"
"I used the machine. I calculated that it would bring you back. And I was right!"
"Yeah. So, Pacifica?"
"How did you- oh, right clone," said Dipper, remembering.
"Yeah. Why did you summon me? I hope not to make another list."
"No, no. I just need advice."
"About what? Dude, you've got this."
"What if she doesn't like me?"
"Dude," Tyrone said, "She's been blushing and acting all shy since you got paired up. That is not normal Pacifica behavior."
"What about Mabel? She hates Pacifica."
"Are you Mabel? No, and I would know, since I'm your clone. Let Mabel make her decisions, but not yours."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks, Tyrone."
"I guess now you'll dissolve me?" Tyrone said sadly.
"What? No way! Just stay out of sight until the party ends. "
"Thanks! And if, um, Pacifica ever finds the machine-"
"You'll be the first to know," said Dipper confidently.
"Thanks, dude."
Dipper left the copy room and went back to the party, and Tyrone went to hide in Dipper's room. Pacifica was over by the punch bowl.
"Sorry about that," Dipper said. "Shall we?"
"Sure," Pacifica replied.
They lost themselves in the moment once more, and were so absorbed that they didn't notice Mabel, Wendy, and Mermando watching them.
"I don't trust her," said Mabel. "She can't like Dipper, there had to be some kind of motive. She hates me. How could she like Dipper? We're too similar."
Wendy raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"Wendy, we have to break them up. Pacifica is EVIL."
"I agree," Mermando chimed in. "She is quite rude. She insulted my moustache!"
"Alright," Wendy said, agreeing. "It's just... they look so happy."
"Nevermind that!" Mabel shouted. "We have to save Dipper!"
{Classic Gravity Falls Montage! Music: Disco Soos}
Off they ran to try to "save" Dipper. They tried everything. They put a banana peel on the floor in front of Pacifica, but she missed it. They tried distractions that ranged from Wendy asking Dipper to dance, to Mabel alleging that giant penguins were attacking the town. Finally, Mabel snapped.
"I didn't want to do this, Pacifica, But you leave me no choice. FOR DIPPER!"
Mabel took out a packet of Smile Dip. She stealthily approached the table where Pacifica's drink was sitting. She opened the packet, and poured the Smile Dip in. It quickly dissolved, leaving no trace of the Candy of Insanity. Mabel quietly walked away.
"There," she said. "That should do it."
She watched as Pacifica walked over to the table. She took a drink of punch and... nothing happened.
"What?! That Smile Dip should have caused her to wig out! She should be lying on the floor, hallucinating her mind out! Why does nothing work!"
"What I do not get," said Mermando, "is where the Insanity Candy went."
"Wait a second..." Wendy said. She saw Mabel about to take a drink. "Mabel, NO!"
Mabel took a drink, not realizing that she had drugged her own punch. She began to wobble and sway on her feet. She suddenly swooned, and landed on the ground.
"The future... is in the past," she mumbled. The next thing that came out of her mouth was gibberish that sounded like "ONWORDB, SXAYOSHUMA!" The meaning of this has been debated about since then.
Inside Mabel's head, the candy world swirled and waved.
"Oh, great," Mabel said. "This place again. Stupid candy."
Suddenly, huge, ghostlike forms of Dipper and Pacifica appeared. They were slowly dancing. The Dipper form slowly turned toward Mabel.
"Mabel," it said, "Let me and Pacifica be. We are truly happy. Don't worry about me, Mabel. I have dealt with Dreamons, Manotaurs, and Gnomes. Pacifica is not a problem."
"But she hates me," Mabel replied. "How can you do this to me?"
"She will probably be nicer to you if she dates me. Besides, I think I might have figured out why. Goodbye for now, Mabel."
Back in reality, Dipper and Pacifica finished dancing and went to talk. They spent the rest of the party talking. It turned out that they were quite similar. They both liked Imagine Dragons, Of Monsters and Men, and other obscure but wonderful bands. Both loved soda and hated gravy. And... [Okay, I'm taking the story in a different direction before this gets too mushy.]
Mabel awoke with a splitting headache.
"Ohh, my cranium," she moaned. "Where am I? And why do I no longer have the urge to separate Pacifica from Dipper at all costs?"
"Glad to hear it," Wendy replied, helping Mabel to her feet.
"Ow. Why did I even try the Smile Dip? How could I have been so dumb? Ohh, my head. Does anyone have some Tylenol?"
Dipper and Pacifica walked over.
"Mabel, are you okay?" Dipper asked.
"I-I'm fine. I just have a killer headache."
"Really?" said Pacifica. "I can help. Here, let me see your hand."
Mabel reluctantly gave Pacifica her hand. Pacifica pressed her thumb into the web in-between Mabel's thumb and index finger. She slowly applied pressure.
"Hey, what are you... OW! That hurts! Owowowow... ahhh. Hey, My headache is gone. Thanks, Pacifica."
"Welcome. I picked that trick up from a teacher a few years ago."
Mermando returned.
"Mabel, are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Shall we dance?"
"What about..." He nodded towards Pacifica.
"It's fine. She's not so bad."
And with that, the couples ran off to enjoy the rest of the party.
Sorry about the wait. I wanted to make it really good. In case you're curious, that headache trick really works. Thank my LEAP teacher, Gail Ellis. Have fun, Fallers! R&R!
