Pacifica sat on the porch swing with Dipper. Her legs were stretched out on his lap and she was updating her social media sites with a few cute pics of him reading the journal.

"I wish you'd stop that." Dipper said.

"But you look so cute… I have to share these before school starts." Pacifica replied.

Dipper sighed and flipped the page. She admired how smart the boy was, he was already going over some higher math classes that should be high school level for public school. She already took some AP classes in her all girls' private school, but she didn't like to show people her grades. It's one thing to keep up appearances, but if you let on you're more than a blond in pumps, things get… difficult.

He saw through that in a minute.

"I'm bored." Pacifica said. "Want to go traipse through the woods and almost get ourselves killed?"

"Can't…" Dipper said. He seemed to be blushing, but it was hard to see his expression when his eyepatch faced her.

"Oh, why not?" Pacifica prodded.

"Because." Dipper said.

"It's not like you got a hot date or anything." She chuckled and looked back to her phone. Dipper shoved his face in the book even deeper. "Dipper?"

"It's just… you showed up without calling…" He said.

She was ready to slam her heal in his crotch. She pulled the book down and glared at him.

"Wendy invited me to watch the new Godzilla movie. She's going to pick me up in about fifteen minutes." Dipper said sullenly.

She missed his crotch, but slammed his thigh.

"OW! What was that for?" Dipper cried out.

"I'm sorry, my foot slipped." She said with a huff and sat up.

"Look, I don't mind you coming around whenever." Dipper said, rubbing his thigh. "But I did make plans. You'd string me up if I bailed on you."

Pacifica crossed her arms with a huff. Her rage overflowed when she heard the sound of heavy metal getting closer, the familiar gravel crunch of the driveway announced Wendy's arrival in her pickup. Dipper got up, hopped over the rail and got in. He didn't even say goodbye or give her a hug!

"God I hate him sometimes…" She grumbled.

She watched as the two of them sped down the driveway and onto the main road. She listened till she couldn't hear the truck and the sounds of the forest around them filled her ears.

"Why am I doing this to myself?" She moaned and laid down on the porch swing.

Pacifica grabbed the pillow he was sitting on and buried her face in it. The frustrated tears she held back, she let go and quietly cried into the pillow.

She felt someone patting her hip and the swing rock as they sat next to her. God, she hoped it wasn't Mabel. The last thing she needed was her trying to "fix" things.

"There… there…" said a monotone voice.

Pacifica sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"God… how much did you see?" She said, sniffing her nose.

"Enough." She said and leaned over to give her a hug. "I know how you feel."

"Oh you do, huh?" She chuckled.

"I get jealous when he doesn't play with me." Billeah said. The way she said it was really weird. "But we have to share."

"I… don't share well." Pacifica said.

"I'm… learning how." Billeah said with a smile she pulled out her laptop and opened the folder that read Reverse Falls. She clicked open a file and handed it to Pacifica to read.

"Oh… um, okay," she said and looked at the title. "Tongue-tied at the Tent-o-telepathy"

OoOoO

Dipper slicked back his hair and adjusted his bolo tie. He made sure every strand was coiffed just so. He needed to show dominance out there.

"You keep staring and you're going to break the mirror." Mabel said. He looked in the mirror at his sister changing. He allowed himself a small grin as he watched her in her black panties pull up her fishnet leggings and slide into a high hip unitard. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a wink. "Perv."

He shrugged and went back to his own reflection. Mabel finished changing into her matching turquoise suit. Instead of pants like Dipper wore, her outfit was high cut around her hips. The outfit really accentuated her long and well-formed legs. She designed her outfits to model the ones magician assistants wear in Vegas. They always got the attention of the audience.

"Five minutes, kids." Stan said from outside the door.

Mabel sauntered over to her brother and draped her arms over his shoulders. She pressed her cheek against his and gazed into their reflection.

"We look fabulous don't we, brother?" She cooed and pinched his cheek. Dipper's face remained stone while Mabel traced his jawline and sat up. "You still mad you lost our game?"

"Let's get this over with. I need some supplies for my next ritual… Gnomes won't catch themselves and Jeff is being a little bastard this season. He knows the rules… I get a sacrifice a month." Dipper snapped. He stood abruptly and passed his sister who was looking at her nails.

"We'll rain down hellfire on their village later, we must pay the bills first." Mabel said.

Testing.

His sister's voice echoed in his head.

I hear you… he replied back.

With that, they exited their dressing room and stood on their marks behind the curtain.

"Seems we got a full house again." Mabel chuckled.

"Try not to fleece them too much?" Dipper said dryly. "We want returning visitors."

"They always come back…" Mabel chuckled. The green stone in her hair clip glowed momentarily. Dipper sighed and put on his plastic smile. The audience erupted in cheers as the curtains pulled to the sides. Dipper's voice boomed loud enough to fill the tent, enthralling everyone within earshot.

"Welcome… welcome…" he said in the best showman's voice he could muster. "Welcome to my humble Tent-o-Telepathy. I am your host… Dipper Pines, as is my beautiful… and available… sister Mabel!"

Mabel took a bow, and coyly put her hands over her lips to feign embarrassment at the wolf whistles erupting from the crowd.

"Three more years… fellas." Dipper said with a chuckle. "I know what you all are thinking"

You're so dead.

Now you can feel their greasy stares all over you… bitch.

"Alright… Let's give you what you came here for." Dipper said. He scanned the crowd and found a few choice marks.

An out of townie sat in front and had a vapid expression on his face.

"You, sir… How would you like to help me demonstrate my mental prowess?" Dipper said, and waved a hand to him. Mabel walked over and kissed his cheek, inducing more cat calls as she helped the gentleman up and maneuvered him on stage.

He's loaded.

We're not cleaning him out… it's too easily traceable.

"Alright sir. In your wallet, you have lots of numbers. They can be on credit cards, library cards, phone cards… pick one and show it to the audience." Dipper said.

The man pulled out a visa and showed everyone.

"Alright, now here's the calculator." Dipper said and handed him one. The screen behind him lit up and mirrored the screen in his hand. Dipper correctly guessed in seconds what the 16 digit number was multiplied by itself, divided by pi, square rooted, and so forth. It was a simple trick, since the mark was looking at the screen and giving him the answers… he just plucked it from his mind while he worked. He sent the man back to his seat with the audience cheering his participation.

"Mmm now, dear brother, it's my turn to pick a member of our audience." Mabel said. She waded into the sea of people while Dipper scanned everyone's mind, looking for anything he might take. A shock of Neon yellow and orange followed his sister. The high ponytail and slapping sound of flip flops sent him into a cold sweat.

NOT HER!

Payback's a bitch.

Dipper grinned at the braces-filled smile of Pacifica. She overzealously waved at him while walking up the steps to the stage, caught her foot on the last step, and face planted.

"I'm okay!" she said and recovered from her fall. She chuckled and waved sheepishly to the audience who erupted in laughter. "HI GIDEON!"

Dipper locked eyes on the pudgy little kid wearing a blue pinetree hat. He pulled the cap down, trying to hide from his gaze.

"Well… Since my Brother had all the fun… this time I'll take a go at…" Mabel stopped and stared at Pacifica who sat on a stool and bounced, like she was a bottle of pent up energy ready to burst. "You… you can do it."

What?

snicker Go ahead… why don't you take the lead with this one.

Why?

Just because…

Dipper didn't like it… he didn't like it one bit. The crowd waited patiently for someone to do something.

"Okay folks, My sister is going to let me lead her part of the show. Basically, we're going to use our mind reading skills to pull information out of are beautiful volunteer." Dipper said. He grabbed her hand and bowed, kissing the back of it.

How big of a mistake that was.

His mind was immediately flooded with thoughts and impressions.

Ohmygodohmyogodohmygodhekissedmyhandhe'ssocutebuthe'swierdwhyamithinkinglikethisandwhatabouthissisterwillshebemyfriendihopehedoesn'tthinki'mtooweirdandwhydoesgideonthinkthisplaceisstrangthisisacoolplacecoolthat'safunnywordliekbaconilikebaconbaconbaconbaconbaconohhpuprple!IshouldgetpurpledressesmadewhatwasIthinkingaboutagainohmygodhe'sstillstaringatmewhatdoIdowhatdoIsayactcoolactcoolactcoolbaconbaconbaconbacon.

Dipper broke the connection with a gasp and stumbled away. Her mind was a constant jumble of thought. He's poked into some people's heads, but nothing like this. She grinned and bounced, oblivious to the sheer onslaught she just gave him.

Who was this girl?

"Um… well… that's a mighty busy brain you got up there."

"Oh! Can you guess what number I'm thinking?" Pacifica asked excitedly. Dipper smiled and nodded.

"Yes it's…3…4…..2… now 3 again and STOP SAYING BACON!"

Her eyes became wide as saucers.

"He's right… even about the Bacon part!" She said in awe. The crowd erupted in laughter. Dipper was getting annoyed. The jovial atmosphere was not conducive to his plans for this show. He was supposed to wow and mystify them… not act like some cheap circus act.

"Well Brother… enough playing with her… It's my turn…" Mabel said with a grin. Pacifica's eyes were locked on him and she nodded with whatever she was told. Mabel pulled out a massive target and positioned it behind Pacifica.

"Now dear… come stand here." She said and stood her in the center. "Don't move a hair."

Pacifica nodded eagerly. Mabel pulled out twelve wavy pointed daggers from behind her and proceeded to juggle them. Her gem was glowing slightly.

"This takes more concentration than one would think…" She said and threw a dagger behind her. It stuck inches from Pacifica's left ear. She paced the stage, keeping the daggers afloat in the air and randomly throwing them behind her. Pacifica showed no sign of fear or flinching at the deadly onslaught.

Dipper had to chuckle over the green faced Gideon. He was chewing on his hat and shaking like a leaf. There was an outline of Pacifica, and Mabel had one dagger left. She wound up like a baseball pitcher and threw it as hard as she could.

"OW!" Pacifica shouted and winced. She held her neck, and a small trail of blood trickled down. The crowed gasped at the injury.

"Are you okay dear?" Mabel said, with an almost motherly tone.

"Yeah, it's just a scratch… I'm okay!" She said cheerily. Dipper glowered at his sister.

What was that for? You never miss.

Who says I missed?

What are you up to?

Just… hedging my bets.

Mabel pulled the knife and tucked it away behind her and led Pacifica to center stage. The crowd cheered as she took a bow.

"Why don't you head backstage and wait for me to fix that up?" Mabel said. Pacifica nodded and gave her a hug. She headed to the back, paused for a moment then ran over to give Dipper a hug too. The crowed seemed favorable, much to Dipper's disdain, of the embrace.

The blond distraction hurried backstage while Dipper and Mabel finished the show. Stan came out and closed out the house, while selling the merchandise to the rest of the sheep.

In their dressing room. Mabel drizzled some water over the blade of the knife, allowing the blood to wash off into a vial.

"What do you want to do with her, brother?" Mabel said with a chuckle.

"I want nothing to do with her." Dipper said. "Just send her away."

"Oh what's the fun in that? We can keep her as a pet. She can watch us play that game. I'm sure she'd love to see you lose." Mabel cooed.

"No." Dipper said.

"You worried about Gideon? He's a marshmallow." Mabel said with a sigh.

"He has a journal, can't you feel it?" Dipper snapped. "We need to find it so we can get to the next step at figuring out…"

A birdcage shook franticly, interrupting Dipper's train of thought.

"Shut up, Bill!" they shouted in unison.

"You told her to come back here… we better show up before she snoops." Dipper said. Mabel held her finger out, indicating he stay for a moment. She poured the water into a small mortar and pestle, added some herbs and the strand of hair she had. She quickly mixed together the ingredients and added them to a teacup. Pouring hot water into a cup, she steeped the tea until the water was a murky brown.

"She should be more agreeable after this." Mabel said with a chuckle. "Even if you don't want to play with her… it's still good to keep a few enthralled on hand."

Dipper shrugged. He didn't care. He followed his sister out of the dressing room and into the backstage area where the food table was. Pacifica had already helped herself to what looked to be her second plate of the meats and cheeses. Her neck was already adorned with six kitten paw Band-Aids that covered the cut. She was in mid-bite when she saw them and choked for a moment. Rapidly pounding on her chest, she forced the food down.

"Oh hi! I'm sorry! Did I eat too much? I didn't know how long you were going to take, so I helped myself because I figured there was only two of you and this is like… for thirty people and you wouldn't mind because you're so awesome! Did you meet my cousin? He's around here somewhere, but he's gone and I think he's in the bathroom. I don't think he's GOING to the bathroom, but he looked queasy so I'd watch where you step if he's feeling sick to his stomach."

Mabel looked like she was ready to claw out her vocal cords.

"Pacifica, you all right?" Dipper asked… not that he really cared. He would have cared if his sister hit her jugular and stained his suit. Blood is so hard to get out of clothes. "I'm sorry my sister was careless."

"Are you kidding? That was awesome! I never had knives thrown at my head before! I knew it was all right… I mean… you wouldn't MURDER someone onstage and call it part of the show or anything… then take the dead body to some underground chamber and perform dark unholy rituals to nameless gods that are an affront to all that is good in this world!"

She knows too much! Make her drink the tea!

"My, you have an active imagination" Dipper said, and put his hand over the tea, stopping his sister from grabbing her throat and pouring the scalding liquid down her throat while she sputters and gags from the pain. His sister's mental projections were really strong today. He took the cup from her hand and held it. "Are you feeling thirsty? We made you some tea. It's imported, so I'm sure you've never tasted anything like it before."

Mabel sat on a couch next to the Kraft table and patted the seat next to her. Pacifica sat down and beamed at the girl.

"You know… other than Dipper and the lady who works at the counter at the Shack… Tambry, You guys have been the nicest to me!" Pacifica said. She took the cup and sniffed it. Her nose crinkled and she shuttered. "It does smell… imported."

Dipper chuckled at the vision of gym socks that he picked up from her.

"Yeah, it does smell like old socks, but it will really help if you drink it."

Pacifica raised the cup to her lips…

"PAZ!" screamed an out of breath Gideon. "Been… looking… all over… for you!"

Dipper swore to himself as she set the cup down.

"I've been sitting here the whole time… waiting for you."

"Figured… you'd… have… wandered… off." He said catching his breath.

"Gideon…" Dipper said dryly. "Enjoy the show?"

"YOU THREW KNIVES AT MY COUSIN YOU CRAZY WOMAN!" Gideon shouted. Dipper was amused how quickly the bravado fled as Mabel's piercing gaze stared the tiny man down. Dipper didn't even see her draw the knife.

Thunk

"AH!" Gideon screamed as he stared at the dagger buried in the wood between his legs.

THUNK THUNK

Two more daggers appeared at the sides of his feet. The boy looked like he would lose his bowels then and there. Pacifica erupted in laughter.

"Oh come on… she's a professional… I was safe!" Pacifica chuckled. "Besides, she wouldn't hurt her friend."

Dipper was taking a sip from a water bottle when the statement left Pacifica's lips. The choking fit he had seemed to only fuel the blond girl's laughter. Dipper had dropped his bottle of water, and reached for anything he could find to clear his throat.

He tasted gym socks.

Mabel stared wide eyed at him and erupted in a fit of laughter to match Pacifica's. He stared in horror at a kitten mug in his hand and the burning taste of god knows what his sister brewed up.

He was done.

"OUT! OUT! OUT!" He bellowed. Gideon grabbed his cousin and pulled her to the exit door. She was purple from laughing so hard. Gideon had to shove her out and slam the door shut. His sister's face was the same shade, she couldn't breathe. She pointed to the cup and fell off the couch on the floor gasping for air.

"I'm glad you find this humorous…. What's going to happen to me?" Dipper said, and kicked her side. His sister grinned and shrugged.

"Was meant for her to drink… not you. Could be nothing… could be… anything. We're just going to have to find out!" Mabel said. Her giggling fit subsided. She pressed herself against her brother and clawed his cheek to pull his ear to her lips. "Someone's in trouble…"

She slapped his cheek, grabbed his bolo tie and yanked on it tightly. He felt lightheaded as it constricted around his throat. Mabel tugged on it like a collar and pulled him into their dressing room. It was time to play the game.

OoOoO

"What's this 'game' they talk about?" Pacifica asked.

"They have a complicated past… It's nothing like what you're probably thinking… but I don't want to spoil it." Billeah said.

"This word… is really creepy." Pacifica admitted. Reading about how cold and calculating Dipper was in her story unsettled her. She noticed moments when she's with him where he could almost be like that. He had such a good heart and really cared about everyone… but what if they weren't there for him? Could he turn out like this Dipper?

"He's back." Billeah said and pulled the laptop from her. She shuffled inside as Wendy's truck pulled up. She honked and waved at Pacifica, who smiled and waved back. Niceties must be met.

Dipper gave Wendy a hug and jogged up the stairs holding a large tub of popcorn. Wendy drove away, leaving the two of them alone.

"How was your movie?" Pacifica asked, her frustration over him rearing its head again.

"Hey…look, I'm sorry I left that way. I get it if you're mad." Dipper said, he couldn't look her in the eye as he was talking. "You… I was worried about you the whole time. I didn't want you mad at me."

Pacifica closed her eyes and blew out her frustration. Dipper didn't do anything wrong. She slumped down and patted the seat next to her.

"I'm the one who should apologize. I got mad for no reason." She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed. To her surprise, Dipper wrapped his arm around her and held her.

"Look… we're all friends okay?" Dipper said. "I know this whole normal person hangout thing is still new and I won't stop being your friend just cause I hang out with Wendy."

"You need some guy friends." Pacifica said with a chuckle.

"Don't I know it." Dipper laughed.