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~Dipper's POV~
It was Thursday already. Mabel and Jacob had both been put under bedrest from the only doctor that works in Gravity Falls. Stan had been so concerned that he actually paid to have the doctor to come and check them both out.
Jacob had a broken ankle, fractured wrist, and a sprained shoulder. Mabel, in addition to having a deep gash in her right arm and many shallower cuts on her left, had fractured her kneecap, and had a thick cast on it. In short, they were both in bad shape. Against Jacob's protests, I gave him my bed until he was off bedrest.
Pacifica and I had become their caretakers, getting nearly everything for them. The only scary part of both of them being nearly completely disabled, was that there were only two of us to stop Bill if he came to us.
Jacob had taught me the numbers that would apparently stop Bill, and oddly, they were the exact same amount as a phone number. "Hey, he let me choose a code to end the deal. We need to get him to us, so we can stop him. I have a plan again, and it has to work, or else we're done for," Jacob explained to me one day when he came down for lunch, as Pacifica went to take Mabel's up to her. "Pacifica's not gonna like it though."
"I'll get her in here when she's done," I told him. A few minutes later, Pacifica arrived back downstairs, and sat down beside me at the table.
"I can't wait for Mabel's knee to heal. I hate feeling like a servant," Pacifica muttered.
"It's called being nice," I told her. She rolled her eyes. "But anyways, Jacob has a plan to stop Bill, and it involves you."
Jacob explained the plan to both of us, and Pacifica reluctantly agreed, knowing it was what had to be done.
Six hours later, it was my turn to enact my role of the plan. I knelt on the ground in the clearing that Gideon had once summoned Bill in before. A ring of eight lit candles surrounded a small portrait of Pacifica, with a red X drawn over her eyes. "Ugh, let's get this over with," I muttered. I began the incantation. "Triangulum, entangulum. Meteforis dominus ventium. Meteforis venetisarium." The sky began to turn gray, and time began to speed up. "Asetnoheptus asetnoheptus asetnoheptus asetnoheptus asetnoheptus!"
Slowly, Bill appeared, and everything around us froze. "Well, well, well, Pine Tree. What do you want?"
"I want to make Pacifica suffer. I want her to feel pain… but slowly, and from the inside. From where you specialize: the mind," I said, grimly.
"Oh, how I do enjoy pain! But why, Pine Tree? I thought you loved the Northwest. Why would you want to hurt her?" Bill asked, twirling his cane.
"She used me. Just like you said, she was using me, and she wanted to kill me. She tried to kill me last night with that stupid hatchet. I want her dead. But don't do it immediately. I want to be in her mind. I want to be there for her torture," I lied. I hoped it wasn't obvious to Bill that I didn't mean anything that I said.
"Well, okay then, Pine Tree. But what do I get in return?" Bill asked.
"The Journal," I stated firmly. "But only after Pacifica is dead. Do we have a deal?" I outstretched my hand.
"We have a deal," Bill stated, shaking my hand, then disappearing.
All eight candles went out, and I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I stood up quickly, turned, and ran towards the Shack.
Behind me, the portrait of Pacifica fell, and the glass shattered amongst the glass.
I ran upstairs to the attic, where Pacifica was laying asleep against Mabel's bed. Mabel was laying on the bed, and Jacob sat beside her. The nine required candles were lit in a circle around her. "Okay, guys, she finally went to sleep?" Jacob nodded. "Okay, so when we get in there, we can do anything , so you two heal yourselves while you are in there. We'll be more effective that way," I whispered.
The room darkened. A shadow of a triangle began descending on top of Pacifica. "Get ready guys," I whispered nervously. Pacifica began to writhe around, murmuring as if she were having a nightmare. The three of us place our right hand on Pacifica's forehead. Her skin was ice cold to the touch.
We started the chant to send us into the mindscape. "Fidentus omnium. Magister mentium. Magnesium ad hominem. Magnum opus. Habeas corpus. Inceptus Nolanus overratus. Magister mentium. Magister mentium. Magister mentium!"
An odd rush of wind blew through the attic, and the three of us were pulled into Pacifica's mind. We were standing outside the front gate of Northwest Manor, and it was storming.
Bill floated in the air just above the gate. "Oh, I see what you did, Pine Tree! You just wanted to bring others to have another chance to stop me!"
"That's sadly not the case, Bill. I brought them along to enjoy the pain she's going to experience," I explained to him. He nodded, or at least bobbed himself up and down.
"Ah, I see. I must be wearing off on you, Pine Tree. I've never seen you so malicious. Well, let's start off by destroying the good dreams. You three can help! Come on!" Bill exclaimed. We followed Bill through the gate, around a few peacocks, and into Northwest Manor. Inside, this Northwest Manor looked like a haunted house. I felt bad for Pacifica and her past.
Down one hallway, a light shone. "Ah, there's what we're looking for! Can you believe I've never been in this place before?" Bill said with a laugh.
We followed him silently. As we entered, a hallway full of gold surrounded us. I rubbed my hand along the wall. The walls themselves were made of gold. As I walked along, my hand hit a small outcrop in the wall. I put my fingers under the outcrop, and pried it open. It opened like a door, and inside was a dark tunnel. "Ooooh, Pine Tree is trying to look at private stuff!" Bill exclaimed. "Don't worry, I won't destroy anything until you come back."
I crawled into the small tunnel. I kept crawling for what felt like ten minutes, when I saw a small light at the end. I eventually leapt into another open room. It had a sign sticking up out of the middle of it. It read "Dipper Dreams". I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I looked around the room, and saw billions of my own face staring back down at me. About 50% of them were kissing Pacifica. 15% were comforting her. 30% of them were us on imaginary dates. Then a very small number, about 5% of them, were us doing things I never would've imagined that Pacifica would think of, at least until we were in our twenties or something. In some of those, it looked like she and I were a few years older. If you knew what I was talking about, you'd know why I was blushing deeper than I ever have before.
I quickly backed up, then looked down the small tunnel again, and realized something. It was a slope. I had crawled all the way up it to see this, now I could easily slide back down.
I climbed in, laid down on my back, and let gravity pull me down. As I slid down, I realized I saw things that I wasn't supposed to see. I landed back in the golden hallway, and looked up at Bill and the other two looking down at me. The way Bill stared at me made me think that he knew what I saw. Then he winked, confirming my theory.
"Bill, you know what would really cause Pacifica pain? Me getting killed in her own mind. So do it. Come kill me in here. Make her feel the pain she deserves," I stated firmly. I didn't even know where that came from.
Bill looked around the hallway. The axe that belonged to the lumberjack ghost was in a glass case against the wall nearby. He gestured for Jacob to do the honors, and he punched it open, making his hand bleed. He immediately healed it.
Bill took the axe, and floated slowly towards me. I spread my arms out, welcoming what was coming for me. He was a foot away, and was about to swing, when I shot my arms out and grabbed him.
"W-w-wait, Pine Tree?! What are you doing?!" Bill exclaimed.
"Giving you less than what you deserve," I told him. I turned the triangle around, and Mabel punched him straight in the eye.
When he opened his eye back up, Jacob walked up to him, and began the sequence. "Keypad, activate!" He exclaimed. Bill's front turned into a calculator-like screen.
"Wait, no! Jacob, don't do this!" Bill exclaimed.
"618. 344. 2001," Jacob muttered as he pressed the buttons. Chains suddenly appeared around Jacob's arms and legs, then shattered a resounding clang, steel shrapnel spraying across the floor.
"No… NO!" Bill exclaimed. "She's waking up now! I can't believe I fell for your stupid trick, you conniving little Pine Tree! I may not get the Journal, but I sure as hell can make her feel pain in her last moments of sleep. I'll be back, Pine Tree, Shooting Star, Mr. Invisible."
Bill began to disappear, and the entire hallway burst into flames. "Oh gosh, we're gonna get fried in here!" Jacob exclaimed.
"Dipper, isn't there any way you can wake Pacifica up?" Mabel cried out to me, standing with Jacob in the only other spot that wasn't engulfed in flames.
I looked back and forth from their panicked faces, and knew what I had to do. "Stay somewhere safe!" I called.
I jumped through a wall of fire, and ran back to the entrance hall of Northwest Manor. I looked down the corridor where the skull king tapestry was. Of course, a light flickered on and off behind it. I was right: that was where she held the memory of she and I last Friday night.
I ran as quickly as I could down the corridor, flames spreading behind me. I burst through the tapestry, and entered the memory behind myself. I stumbled over to Pacifica, grabbed her shoulders, and kissed her. Suddenly, I was in the attic.
I looked around the room. Pacifica was awake in the floor, Mabel and Jacob were sitting on the bed, and I was across from Pacifica also in the floor.
"Did we do it?" Mabel asked.
Jacob reached over and grabbed a pillow. "Well, normally this would've just turned invisible, because I'm thinking about it turning invisible. So… I think we did it!" Jacob exclaimed.
Jacob and Mabel high-fived, then both exclaimed, "Oww! My arm, oww!"
"This calls for celebratory soda!" Pacifica said. "C'mon Dipper, let's go get their soda." She got up, then grabbed my arm and pulled me up, dragging me downstairs.
We were in the kitchen, grabbing sodas out of the the refrigerator, when she said, "You saw that, didn't you Dipper?"
"Saw what?"
"You went up the tunnel, didn't you? The tunnel that led to… y'know… you?" Pacifica said, blushing.
"Oh. Um. Yeah, kinda," I said. Her head sunk. I put my arm around her. "Don't worry, Pacifica, you haven't even seen my mind. Mine's much worse than yours was."
She punched my side. "Of course, you're a boy. You guys have messed up minds, especially about girls with bodies like mine," she teased.
"Oh, shut up," I said, playfully punching her shoulder. "We should probably get these sodas up to them. We don't want them wondering what we're doing." She nodded in return.
We started up the stairs. "Oh, and Pacifica?"
"Yes, Dipper?"
"Maybe we could do that in a few years," I said with a wink. She chased me up the rest of the stairs, then pushed me onto my bed, and started punching me in the chest, for real. Good times.