The car zooms by as fast as lightning, the tall looming structures slowly become smaller, the surroundings were now replaced by large and tall trees.
Who am I, you might ask? The names Pacifica, clothing designer and imaginator extraordinaire.
All was going well until a hair of white attacks me out of nowhere!
"Paz, please stop with your narrating! I'm trying to read here." A voice cracks through the van, the owner of said voice none other than my beloved cousin Gideon.
He is currently reading a book, something about calcu-late or calcu-lose? Math never was my best subject. He's chewing on his pen, lost deep in thought.
"You know, if all your pens explode I'm not lending you any of mine." I remark in a teasing manner, touching his long white hair.
"Like I would even use them. They're all covered in glitter and sugar anyways." He shoots back shooing my hand away. "Also, please don't touch my hair. It's annoying." Gideon adds, ruffling his hair back to it's somewhat messy but smooth form.
"Are you sure that's not dyed? If it's natural at least change your clothes! My fashion senses tingle because of your weird color combination." I tease once again. We usually get into these silly talk-fights but it's hard to stop it knowing all the nerdy stuff he always does.
Gideon just sighs in annoyance and looks back into his nerd book. "Says the one who brought her country styled clothing with different color patterns and the obviously dyed hair." He says, grinning in amusement at his comeback.
"Ohh! So we're going there now? Fine. Would you like me to share to the whole world your collection of po-" I retort, our 'discussion' about to reach it's highest point.
"Kids quiet down! I'm on the phone with your Uncle..." My mother, Priscilla Southeast exclaims, focusing on the road.
That settled us down. Because an angry mom always leads to a bad time.
*30 minutes later*
Boredom plagues my mind... it feels like a whole day has passed on sitting on this hunk of metal.
"We're here. Welcome to Depravity Falls! You guys will be staying here with your uncle Bud for the summer! Isn't that exciting?" Mom says, pulling out one of the larger luggages. She's actually pretty strong.
But enough of that because finally... freedom!
Gideon just grunts and mutters some inaudible phrases. Something along the lines 'I have to spend the rest of my summer with the devil'.
I on the other hand tend to look on the bright side. "Come on Gideon, think of all the adventures we could have! We could explore the woods, find new friends... Oooh! Maybe even find you a love life!" I exclaim in a joking manner.
"Hardy, har, har... kids these days." Another voice pops in, this one coming from the shack. The owner of the voice belonging to Uncle Bud, who is wearing a hawaiian looking shirt and shorts.
"Hi Uncle Bud!" I exclaim, running up to him and giving him a big, warm, Pacifica hug!
"Oof. Come on kid get your bags, your cousin, and yourself and start unpacking. I don't have all day and I still have a shop to run." He replies in a lazy tone, although flashing a small smile.
"Well we'll be on our way, enjoy your summer kids!" Mom says. Then as fast as she dropped us, she has left.
I grab my cousin's wrist and try to drag him inside. Although he refused to come in, something about not wanting to enter the home of a monster. So with all my might I pull him into the shack.
Dragging Gideon across the wooden porch is harder than it looks. Although being smaller than me, he is still strong enough to resist my vain attempts. Desperate times, calls for desperate measures so I take the nerd book he held in his hand and ran inside.
"Pacifica! Give me back my book!" Being himself, he runs in after me with desperate attempts to take back what he owns.
"Come on. We can have an adventure filled summer! Just the thought of it would make anyone feel giddy! You can't waste your time reading some dumb book." I exclaim, dropping the book by accident causing Gideon to get it back, his face filled with disbelief.
He takes his baggage and I take mine. I follow him up to the attic.
"Look, I've already experienced living with uncle Bud and I tell you this: IT. IS. NOT. FUN." His eyes give off an unsettling vibe as he stares at me, hands on my shoulder.
He releases his grip on me and opens the attic. "I basically lived here last summer and here are just a few of his ground rules: 1. We settle here in the attic. 2. We have to work in the shop. 3. We have to avoid the Gleeful Twins at all costs." He says as he sets his personal belongings near his bed.
"Who are the Gleeful Twins?" I ask, already done unpacking and all ears to what he had to say.
"No idea. Never met them. But judging from the way he talked about them, they must have done something to wreck his nerves. Thankfully..." Gideon replies, fear and mock evident in his voice.
Before I could speak up, Uncle Bud enters the room. "Alright kids get down here and help me with the store already."
Following him we go down into the gift shop I never paid attention to when we first got here. The place is filled with things glued together, fake trinkets and amulets, and basically over-priced things surrounded the place.
"Oh no! My hat!" Gideon suddenly exclaims. He roughly searches through his bag and vest. "I must have left it in the car!"
Just like every time he leaves his hat, he starts to break down. I guess he doesn't like the way people look at him and his hair.
"Uhh... Uncle Bud, you mind if Gideon can have this hat?" I ask, pointing at a blue and white cap on the shelf with a pine tree as a design.
"Sure... but it'll cost you 5 bucks." He replies monotonously, taking the hat from the shelf.
Without hesitation I pull out a wallet from my pink vest and take out 5$. I immediately hand it to him.
"Well here's the cap, also Pacifica, do you mind advertising the shop? Just go to town and attract people to come. I would have let Robbie do it but it's his day off today." He asks me, dropping a pile of fliers on the cashier.
"What will I do?" Gideon asks, adjusting the cap on his head.
"You're on cashier duty." Uncle Bud answers as I close the door, hearing Gideon's quiet protests as I proceed to walk to town.
I finally reach the town, fliers in hand. I am on a mission and I will not fail!
I encounter different people as I hand out the flyers. There's a big red-headed man working at a Diner, contrast to his size, he is actually really kind. Two policemen who seems to do their job well, and many more! This place is fun.
I have been walking throughout the town handing out the flyers using my energetic personality to it's advantage. But eventually I run out of gas.
I find myself at the town square near a stone statue of their founder. Paying no heed to it, I sit on one of the benches to take my rest. My whole body aching due to my continuous walking and chit-chats with the townsfolk.
My thoughts were disrupted by the sight of a man, around the age of 25 walking towards me. "Good day ma'am. Are you new to town?" He greets me with a deep accent as he stands in front of me.
He seems nice enough so I decide to talk to him. "Hi! Yes, I just got here." I greet him with my usual cheery grin.
"Ohh... Lovely shirt you got there by the way." He replies gazing at my chest where the picture of a llama lay. His gaze seems to focus on my chest making me feel uncomfortable. "Hmm... a C." He whispers to himself almost inaudibly.
Is he rating my drawing of a llama? Am I really that bad of an artist? (AN#1)
Whatever he meant by it, that did not remove the fact that it made me feel very uncomfortable. It sends chills down my spine. "I'm sorry but I have to go. My cousin might be worrying about me." I excuse myself as I stand up from the bench.
Unfortunately, my movements were stopped by a pair of hands taking hold of my wrists.
"Eep!" I squeal in shock, as he pulls me into a dark alley.
The man takes out a knife from his pocket. He covers my mouth as he trails the knife into my neck down to my chest. "How rude, leaving already? You're gonna miss the best part." He whispers into my ear making me shiver in fear and disgust.
I feel hopeless, like there is nothing I could do. My vision is getting blurry, but as it darkens I heard a boy's voice echo through the alley. "What do you think you're doing?" The mysterious boy's cold tone rings in my head before I faint.
Dipper's PoV
*After his dream*
"Good morning... Grunkle Stan." I greet, my voice filled with venom.
"Whatever." He replies, keeping his gaze on the newspaper.
Mabel follows suitely and sits at the dining table. "Good morning Grunkle Stan!" She exclaims in a somewhat insane tone. Uhh... not this side of her again.
"How's my favorite godchild?" Stan asks, giving me a devious smirk. That bastard.
"Oh I'm fine! Here's the ingredient you needed." Mabel replies enthusiastically handing a vial of what seems to be blood, to the devil. I can't take it anymore, I need to get my head off of this.
"I'm heading out to take a walk. I'll be quick." I tell Stan, emotionless yet hateful.
"Don't forget to instill fear into the townsfolk. We'll need the source of power for our next... experiment." He replies as he takes the vial and kept it in his pocket. "Besides, we gotta keep that sort of reputation for you... don't we?" He adds, smiling ever so slightly.
I grunt in response. Before I leave I take a slice of bread, button up my navy blue shirt and my cape, and place Book #1 into the pocket of said cape. I quickly leave without a word, nibbling on the slice of bread in my hand.
As I near the opening gates, I catch sight of 5 people, hoping to talk with whoever is about to come out. But in seeing me quickly flees, leaving me the fear essence to collect.
I walk around town the doors and windows closing ever so slightly as I pass by, women moving their children farther from me as I glance their way, men shaking at the sight of me. I could feel their fear coursing through me... leaving my face to twist into a creepy smile.
I stumble upon the town square looking for anyone else. I feel an unknown sense, one of fear, but it seems this comes from someone I don't know.
Quickly, I follow it's sense and I stumble upon a girl, wearing a pink vest one could call blinding and blonde hair that sticks out of any crowd. Slowly and stealthily, I look to see what was scaring her.
I set my gaze on a man staring at her chest, my hands immediately form into fists as I realize his plans. I can"t take it anymore, I have to do something about this. "Augendae triangulum audiunt..." I whisper the spell as I hold onto the amulet on my neck.
I feel the magic at work but at the same time a small chunk of my stamina taken from me. Whenever I use stronger spells a larger chunk of my stamina is used. Overuse of such spells or using a strong spell twice can take away your sanity, and on some cases even your life.
Memories of my sister using these spells to heal herself after the beatings she get from... that monster, flash into my head. Quickly as it came though, I shake them out of my head.
"What a wonderful body. C cup, th, and about 14 or 15 years old." I hear the man think, making me want to rip his heart out and teach him a lesson.
"I'm sorry but I have to go. My cousin might be worrying about me." I hear her speak up. I can hear the innocence in her voice, just like Mabel once had. It makes me want to just go ahead and help her already. But I need the essence.
Before I know it, the man takes her into an alley. I start to gather the fear the girl was emitting.
Now is the perfect moment. I run to the alley with my goal to stop the man.
I stumble upon the man, holding his knife poking at her chest, trails of blood evident in her neck, chloroform in hand and covering the blonde. "What do you think you're doing?" I ask in a cold, apathetic voice sending shivers down the man's spine.
The blonde has already fainted due to the chloroform and out of stress. The man seeing me, throws his knife and scratches my cheek.
"You have messed with the wrong person... " I smirk as I hold my amulet, my eyes glow cyan. Successfully it keeps the man from moving.
"What in tarnation?" The man croajs, trying to break free from my magic.
"If it was fun you wanted, then you should have asked me first..." I remark in a demonic tone.
*Warning! Gorey shiz*
DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE TORTURE AND PAIN...
The man didn't see it coming. I send the knife back into his private parts... his pain sends shivers to my body, his reaction is better than expected, his scream, muffled by his closed mouth, his teeth sinking into his lips, drawing blood.
What an ecstatic feeling, this torture sends even more chills down my spine.
I swipe the knife forcefully, almost cutting of his private part... and with that he faints.
I'm done with my work. Slowly and gently I pick up the blonde and start to walk home. She still has braces on her teeth, wears a neon pink vest, shirt portraying a llama, her blonde hair sways as I walk. Only one word etches into my mind: innocent.
AN#1: Oblivious Pacifica... you don't know what you have got yourself into.