Summary: Pacifica makes a deal with Alcor the Dreambender.


"Come on," Pacifica demanded, holding up a pair of too-small high heels. She waved them, with a subtle flick of the wrist, in Dipper's face. "These were my favourite shoes when I was younger. The memories tied to them or, like, the sentiment, or whatever, surrounding them should be more than enough for you to spend the night in corporeal form, right?"

"I don't know, Paz," Dipper said. The bat wings at his back twitched, and he rubbed the back of his neck. In his black and gold suit, he looked out of place in Pacifica's white and pastel bedroom. He glanced at the shoes in Pacifica's hand, a pair of purple, diamond studded pumps. He could feel the sentimental energy they gave off. It definitely would be enough for him to stay human looking and solid for a few hours. His mouth pinched into a straight line."I told Mabel I'd stay home today. I wouldn't have even answered this summon if I hadn't known it was you."

"This event is extremely important to me," Pacifica replied, a steely edge in her voice. She placed her free hand on her hip, and scowled. "And if I don't show up with a decent date I'll be so embarrassed, and it's way too last minute for anyone else, and my stupid date cancelled on me!" She punctuated th last word with a stomp of her foot, and her voice broke into a whine.

"I get it, really, but," Dipper started, only to get cut off by a loud frustrated noise from Pacifica. He stopped and stared at her.

"I can't believe I'm going to do this," Pacifica grumbled, in a voice that was hardly even audible. She placed the shoes on her bed with a huff, and clasped her hands in front of her chest. She widened her eyes, and pouted. "Please, Dipper. If not for the benefits of the deal, then do it for me?" Pacifica pleaded, batting her eyelashes a few times for effect.

"That's not fair," Dipper groaned, covering his eyes with an arm. "Nobody can resist the Pacifica Puppy Eyes."

"So you'll do it?" Pacifica said, clapping her hands together in excitement. Dipper lowered his arm, and narrowed his eyes at Pacifica. Her eyes were sparkling. He threw his head back and sighed.

"Fine," Dipper agreed. Pacifica grabbed the shoes off her bed. She thrust them at Dipper with a self-satisfied smirk on her face. "But," Dipper said, putting up a finger to stop Pacifica. He pointed it at her. "You have to tell Mabel why I'm not hanging out with her tonight."

"Deal." Pacifica replied with a sharp nod. Dipper snapped his fingers and the shoes went up in blue flames. She wiggled, and then threw her arms around him with a squeak. "Thank you! You're the best. I love you!"

"Oh, really?" Dipper smirked. Pacifica pulled away, as she realized what she'd just said. She rolled her eyes, in an attempt to brush off the comment, but her flushing face betrayed her.

"As if!" Pacifica exclaimed, flipping her bangs out of her face. She averted her eyes and cleared her throat. She shook herself off mentally, and squared her shoulders. "Anyway, you are to look presentable, and humanwhen you pick me up tonight at six."

"Alright," Dipper said. "Don't forget to call my sister. I'll probably get six hours out of those shoes plus whatever fancy food I get to eat... So you've got a midnight curfew, Cinderella." He teased.

Pacifica stuck out her tongue, and Dipper vanished from her bedroom. She sighed, and screwed her eyes shut, flopping into her bed. She covered her face with her hands, and swallowed down a scream. She took a deep breath, and grabbed for her phone on the night stand. She started punching in Mabel's number, but stopped halfway through. She dropped her hands to her chest, as the realization crashed down on her all at once.

"I'm in love with a demon." She breathed.

She stared, wide-eyed, at the ceiling. Her empty bedroom offered no comfort.