Thank you guys for submitting so many names! My top choice was Elicia Pines (It sounds like Elise, her middle name, but is different) and her middle name will be Oceania. so, Elicia Oceania Pines. Thank you AnonymouslyKnown0 and SophiaCrutchfeild! Virtual cupcakes for you! Thank you everyone else that submitted, you all get virtual cookies!
P.S. This chapter is one of the reasons why the story is rated T and, also, DIPCIFICA!
Nightmare...
My fingers gripped the switch tight, ready to pull it, to let in the townspeople and to turn everyone back.
Everyone was wood. Dipper was wood, Mabel was wood, everyone was wood.
Dipper was wood.
The trap door to my family's panic room lifted up, and my fathers head poked out of it, along with the butler's and my mother.
"Pacifica Elise Northwest! Stop this instant! We can't let the town see us like this! We have a reputation to uphold! Now come into the panic room. There's enough mini-sandwiches and oxygen to last you, me, and a butler a full week."
He didn't even mention mom. Not that I cared.
He then whispered "We'll eat the butler..."
How cruel can he get?
My hand reaches for the lever again.
"You dare to disobey us?"
He ring the bell. It rings.
It rings.
It rings.
It rings.
It rings.
"Dingly dingly! Is this bell broken?!"
I grimace, my impulses threatening to take over...no...no...no... I look up at Dipper's statue. Anger swells through me. It's over dad.
"Our family name is broken! And I'm gonna fix it!"
But, before I can pull the lever, a match flies on my dress, the boa. It catches and I rip off the boa and stomp it out, then swat out my dress. But, while I was distracted, father lit up a vine. It burst into flames, the fire was mesmerizing.
He throws it.
At Dipper.
He catches onto flames.
"NO!" My voice is shrill, it rings out loudly across the empty room. Soon, the flames start to catch and everyone burn. Everyone burns. Mabel burns.
Dipper burns.
He burns.
He burns.
Father grabs me while I watch in horror and throws me into the panic room. He instructs the butler to make sure that the fire doesn't catch onto the panic room. When the butler climbs out, he starts smacking me, beating me, throwing me at the wall.
"DIPPER! DIPPER HELP!"
I scream until I'm nearly hoarse, but then mother joins in, her long, elegantly painted nails scratching along my face. Pain, scratches, bruises, blood...
It's everywhere.
I'm dead.
"See you soon Dipper..." I manage to whisper...
"Pacifica!"
I'm screaming. Do I hear Dipper? Am I gone?
"Pacifica, wake up!"
My eyes snap awake. Dipper has me by the shoulders, and is shaking me like a maniac.
"I heard you scream my name! Are you okay? You sounded like you were having a nightmare!"
I open my mouth to speak. Instead, I start sobbing into his shoulder.
"You were dead, you burned, I thought I was going to die, I thought..."
I start sobbing hysterically as Dipper hugs me, whispering that everything was okay. I end up burying my face into his shoulder and sob quietly. I feel a small lump move beside me to comfort me. I think it's Mabel's pig, Waddles. Mabel's arms wrap around me too. Tears soak Dipper's shirt, and by the time I am done, his sleeve is soaked. He doesn't mind. Instead, he tries to get me to talk about my dream. I try to explain without emotion, keeping it brief.
"I was at the party, about to pull the lever. Then, my father threw a flaming vine at you, started burning you, then he and my mother started attacking and abusing me in the panic room."
Dipper's eyes widen, then he hugs me one final time. Mabel lets out a surprised cry.
"You should get some sleep Pacifica. They're gone now."
I lay down, pulling the blanket over my chin, my eyes welling with fresh tears. Waddles burrows under the blanket and into my arms, surprisingly. I don't mind. Mabel smiles meekly.
"Seems like you two are getting along now."
I nod a little then start to shut my eyes. Out of the corner of them, I see Stan watching from the crack in the open door.
Everything will be okay. They're gone now...
Woah! That was a doozy to write! I can't believe my head could actually conjure all that up. I am mentally scarred from writing that... Geez. Agh anyway i hoped you enjoyed reading... I need a nap now...