"I need your help."
"You're the worst."
"This way!" Pacifica yelled, diverting Dipper into the hidden room, and handily avoiding both the ghost and Blendin.
"Good call," Dipper said, standing directly in front of a sheet covered painting.
"Look out!"
*CRACK* Went Dipper's neck.
"I need your help."
"You're the worst."
"Stay." Pacifica said firmly as she shoved Dipper into the panic room. "Try to find another weakness. I want to try something."
"Found you! By the authority of Time Baby I am authorized to place you under-OOF!" Pacifica interrupted Blendin with an elbow to the gut and sprinted the rest of the way to the gates.
The first one inside was "Manly" Dan Courduroy, which felt right in a way Pacifica couldn't describe.
At least, it did until he body-slammed the decorative column the ghost had damaged earlier, sending it falling right through the trapdoor where Dipper was hiding.
"I need your help."
"You're the worst."
"We need to move now!" Pacifica yanked Dipper out of the room the second the heads started bleeding. She had to reach the gates, she just had to reach the gates before-
She tripped over an errant piece of furniture, taking Dipper down with her. Within moments, the cursed taxidermy was all over him.
"I need your help."
"You're the worst."
"Where do you even get this much silver?" Dipper asked as he hung the last of their traps.
"Heck if I know. Maybe these peacocks are actually reject geese?"
Dipper's eyes widened. "Did my ears deceive me? Or did Pacifica Northwest just tell a non insulting joke?"
"You don't know everything about me."
"Apparently not." He said, offering her a small smile. For that one moment, everything was perfect.
"Look out! Axe!"
And then that moment ended.
"I need your help."
"You're the worst."
"The ghost can control trees?" Dipper said incredulously, just before said tree impaled him.
"I need your help."
"You're the worst."
Dipper screamed as he died.
"I need your help."
"You're the worst."
Dipper screamed as he died.
"I need your help."
"You're the worst."
Dipper screamed as he died.
"I need your help."
"You're the worst."
"Why
"I need your help."
"You're the worst."
Isn't
"I need your help."
"You're the worst."
This
"I need your help."
"You're the worst."
Working?"
"You're the-" Dipper stopped as Pacifica grabbed his shoulders.
"I need you to come with me Dipper, please."