Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy, you may have wondered what happened to me well, i have a great excuse for that! My stuff broke! so yeah, Typing became a major drag on the technology I had in my capability but I got typing and it took me all night so please comment cuz Idk I am tired, so I'll end it short even though I could probably write more.
Another P.O.V but do you know who it is? I doubt you do (; or will know, The is an unreliable source, he's not very objective, is he? So I recommend not believing everything is facts
Trigger warning: Torture, and Sexual Assault
I do not own Gravity Falls. The only characters I own are my OC's
The room darkened as the chatter died down, slowly being replaced with excited whispers before silence reigned as white light shone brightly onto the stage, a moment where nothing stood before us and a quick flash of light forcing my eyes closed and a gasp of shock overwhelm my ears, I opened my eyes to see two figures, their faces covered by shadows, only a wide mischievous grin and their bodies. Their bodies dissipate into little blues lights fading away as their hats flew gently into the crowd, caught by invisible hands, disappearing into the crow, I sighed with lights danced around the room and whispers carried awe and wonder from the audience, and the stage light directed its gaze on the seat beside me, and our eyes met—in an instant I forgot to breathe, her eyes like glowing sapphires, her lips curving into a coquettish smile. My throat became dry, my hands were clammy, I could hear my heart thumping heavily into my chest. I was enchanted.
In a moment, I wanted her, and I knew she must've wanted me too.
Before I knew it, she was on the stage and her brother stood beside her, almost identical, but something drew me to her—She was special.
In a daze, I wondered for a second what her name was, her smile growing, her lips parted slowly as she whispered, her voice enchanting, mixing in easily and melodically with her brother's.
"Welcome to The Beginning and to let your minds eyes see the wonders of the world that's been hidden away from you…"
They stopped suddenly, a pause as the air became intense, waiting in anticipation as her brother continued for the both of them, gesturing slowly and meticulously as he stepped forward as if the cane was like wand to direct us to something beyond us, only he and his sister could see, I leaned forward into my seat, "A place of Magic, Dipper," began the boy I conclude as Dipper, his continuing.
"And Mabel~" her voice sings, and I softly breathed her name from my lips.
He continued, a polite smile on his face, "The Mystery Twins will reveal to you…tonight," he met each of our eyes and closed them as his sister fall into step with him, "Don't be fooled by those who are too close minded to see the world beyond what they have known so far…" She tilted her head, a wide welcoming smile as her hand reached out to us.
They continue together, "Tonight...You are all chosen...and you'll begin to realize, there's more to the world that'd thought would be possible. You have stepped forward and no longer can you turn back to the world you have known…"
"...Now look down." The guy said softly.
Squeals of shock and shouts filled the room as my eyes widened as I looked down and turned to meet my surroundings to see that we were off the ground.
"Impo—" I began to say in awe as I stared at them—at the girl on the stage until a voice interrupted screaming about it being impossible, but how can they—I deny what is done in front of me, this is nothing less than magic I thought to myself.
"Let the show begin!" They exclaimed, their figures disappearing and in their place stood a scantily clad older woman, covering the little modesty that she still has, whistles and soft chatter filled the audience, her pretty face flushed as the voices of the Twins pulled back the attention of the crowd.
Mabel appeared behind the woman as if she was hiding in her shadows while her brother was out of sight, "This is the face of our lovely assistant," they said softly, their voice intermingling as if they were one and the same, in the back of my mind, I wonder where her brother could be, but my attention was caught again, my question disappearing from my mind as she walked around her assistant, almost seductively, barely predatorily and I shivered, wishing almost to be up there in her place instead for a moment, as I focused on her figure, barely noticeable, twirling a dark strand of brown hair around her slender finger.
"DIPPER! MABEL! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" A fan cried out as they watched, in response, a curious smile was sent to the fan, she slowly pressed her gloved finger to her lips and the fan quiet down immediately.
"Tonight, we will have a chosen audience member to help us," Dipper started, and a spotlight shined in the audience, where he sat as he opened his hand towards the girl sitting on his left, a young girl with obviously dyed curly bubblegum pink hair and brown eyes as she seemed to smile shyly as she took his hands, he pulled her up and bowed his forehead to her hands. He seemed to whisper in her ears as she began to emit a soft glow as she flew above the audience, her eyes, now wide, her giggles filled with glee.
"I'm flying…!" She cheered as she floated above Mabel and Dipper onto the stage, her eyes sparkling, I stared and my heart began to be filled with envy that she had the opportunity to be on stage with Mabel until I noticed someone standing in front of me blocking my view, my face reddened as I saw Mabel's face inches above mine, I swallowed as I stared into electrifying gaze.
Not a word left her lips as she held my hands, with an odd nymph-like smile, I stared dazedly on to her figure as she led me upstage, before turning to me, her breathe caressing my ears and I turned red, with a start, I realized I couldn't understand a single word she sprouted from her lips, strangely enough and a cold feeling spread throughout my body as I closed my eyes and began to feel as if everything was okay, as if nothing mattered, and my eyes widened in surprise as I felt myself in the air. I can see the gaze of the audience, filled with awe and envy, and I felt smug, there was something different about actually being lifted into the air and flying in your accordance, I almost felt pity for those who would never get this chance.
"We will give you one of you the pleasure to be able to assist us in our first performance!" Mabel exclaimed, her eyes wide, excitement plainly on her face, "However to make the final decision, we need you two to play a simple game!"
"Assistant." Dipper called, his eyes glancing at the cold assistant, her form shivering, for a moment I thought that was weird since it doesn't feel that cold, but shrugged the thought off considering what she was wearing, " bring them in the back."
We landed on our feet suddenly,and the lady gestured us to follow, the girl skipped after, and I followed hesitantly as I heard Mabel offered if anyone would like to wager a bet on who would come out on top, and my heart skipped as I heard the fading voice of confidence in betting on me.
She led us into an empty area and sat us down and told us to press our hands against some sort of orb, and for us to wait, for a moment I could feel the girl beside me staring at me, I looked at her and her gaze went back in front of me, her cheeks red, and I blinked, before ignoring her and closing my gaze, feeling the sense of euphoria from flying fading away being replaced by a feeling of emptiness and pain and I can't breathe and I hear her screaming and I can't open my eyes till I can.
We were facing each other, she was curled into herself sobbing and I was shaking, she lifted her face to look at me, scared, before I began looking at our surroundings and I didn't know what to feel as I stared at the audience, they were 10 times bigger than us, and our gaze met, her face pale, she ran up to the glass(?), pounding on it, screaming before she froze and she let out a blood curdling scream and her skin turned red beginning to fall apart, sizzling as if her body was under boiling water.
It was the first time I saw someone die.
I reached out to her in my shock, stunned. I blinked and her body was gone, the blood was gone, the skin, the bones were gone. I heard a whimper and I turned my head swiftly, nearly breaking my neck. She was there. Alive.
She was whimpering, shaking and refusing to look at me, I was disturbed but I felt a morbid curiosity, "Are you...alright?" I questioned softly.
She didn't answer in response, nor did she have the time to do so as the voice of the audience suddenly washed over our ears, and a deep voice whispered by my ears, "Are you ready?" it said in monotone. I didn't move as I watched her flinch, her head flying to look at me in panic and fear, then turning to look at her side, shaking even more from paranoia.
I walked towards her, feeling surprisingly nothing but curiosity. The way she cowers reminds me of a beaten puppy, a spark of amusement ran through me as she flinched away from the offered hand I bestowed on me, "Aren't you going to stand?"
"Fight" the word rang in my ears as she stared at me with wide eyes, seconds passing as gradually a sharp pain grew within me, and before the girl whimpers, "It hurts…." she cried out.
A forced smile slither on my lips as I raised my foot, coming to a quick conclusion, "It's gonna hurt a lot more from now on." and I pressed my foot onto her small form, I heard her cry out as she covered herself with her arms in a poor attempt to protect herself.
"Get up." I said boredly, "If you just lay there, It'll feel like I just kicked a puppy."
She didn't move and I stomped on her without warning in her stomach, I heard a crack and she gagged as she rolled over, she began coughing heavily, shaking even more as she begged me to stop as she struggled to force herself from the ground onto her feet, I couldn't help but compare her to a newborn fawn as she stumbled over her feet.
I felt the coming pain sparked inside me once again as time passed and I breathed a sigh, trying to not express anything but disinterest, she looked me into the eyes, unshed tears glistening as she stared at me, "Can't we not fight,,,please?" she begged, "There has to be a way to escap…."
I didn't let her finish as I walked towards her and shoved her onto the ground, she gasped in surprise as I began punching her face relentlessly, ignoring her sobs, tinges of pleasure ran through me, my heart pounded as I relished the emotions running through her eyes as she only can begged and make an attempt to reason with me, a grin tearing apart my face as I watched the vividness in her eyes begin to fade,
I can only describe the feeling exhilarating.
Watching as her body slowly stopped struggling, only to twitch in my arms, I breathed heavily as I felt sweat dripped down my brow, watching as her body stilled, I began to look at the effects of my action, to see her face bloodied, her mouth open in a silent cry for help, with teeth flowing outside her mouth in a mini sea of blood,
I blinked and I was standing away from her, she was curled into herself, and we stared at each other. I was surprised before a voice in my head whispered, "Round Two"
Before I could react, she rushed at me, tackling me and began clawing at my face, I could feel one of her nails digging into my eye socket and I screamed as intense pain flooded me as I felt the squish of my eye ball, the veins being forced outside my head, water and blood replacing my left eye, and my vision gone as I shoved her off, I backed away immediately as I pressed my hand against my eye, feeling a pounding headache vibrate in my skull as I struggled to not pass out, I breathe harshly as I heard her running towards me again, jumping to latch on to me once again, I dodged and I felt nauseous immediately at the sudden movement before grabbing her hair, dragging her as she cried out, "You fucking bitch." I muttered as I shoved her onto the ground,"God I wish I had a knife.."
Surprisingly, a knife appeared on the ground, and a malicious smile appeared as I look down on her, fingernails scratching at my hand tearing skin as she struggled in my grasp, I chuckled as she directed her now hateful gaze towards me, "This'll be fun." I whispered as i dropped her without warning, picking the knife up, gleaming proudly in the light of the space we were trapped in, a war cry from behind me caused me to turn swiftly and avoid her sad at attempt at beating me, I kicked the back of her knees, causing her to fall down, immediately, I pressed my feet on back before sitting on her, bring the knife to her calves leaving trails of blood on them, smiling as she tried to escape from, sobs broke out from her as she returned to begging, and I went deeper and faster, leaving small letters on her legs.
"...You really do talk too much, don't you?" he got off her and she struggled but failed to get as her face scrunched up in pain, fear slipped on her tear stained face as I brought my hand and pulled her chin towards me. I slipped a finger in her mouth, :Bite me and I'll do something really really bad to you." I threatened softly into her ears, enjoying the shivers running through her.
"That's a good girl…" I whispered before a flash of pain left me as she pulled away from me with a piece of my finger, spitting it out.
"Fuck you." she growled out, causing me to backhand him immediately.
I pressed her down on the ground in anger and began gouging her eyes out, her screams of terror leaving me with sadistic satisfaction, "Not so fun when it's your eyes huh?" I whispered mockingly, "I don't want us to be twins so let's get rid of the second one, hmmm?"
"No..! Please—!"
I didn't pause as I shoved the knife inside her eye, stirring the liquids that were filling her eye socket, her body spasming as she became limp in my arms, "You're not allowed to sleep yet.."
I opened her mouth, pulling her tongue towards me and slicing the tip, her screams vibrating through me as she shook uncontrollably in my arms.
"Finish Her" the voice whispered to me.
I brought the knife down and cut her into pieces, in hopes to carve this into her memory even after death.
I blinked and suddenly i wasn't covered in blood, I was on stage, able to see out of both eyes, the feeling of all my fingers being there, and I was in a daze, I looked beside me and she didn't meet my gaze nor the audience, hugging tightly into herself and before I could figure out what to do, Mabel's hand was on my shoulder, smiling oddly as she expressed my victory and to join them for their next act.
Dipper escorted the girl up back in the shadows as I stood beside his sister in the spotlight, and for a moment I wondered how pretty she would look in red.
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"That was insane…" Devon muttered as he left the tent wide eyed, "Like I really wonder how they were able to cast those illusions…"
Gideon was quiet as he followed the group of teenagers reluctantly, trailing behind them conflicted, before the familiar voice of his best friend, Pacifica interrupted his thought process, "You okay, Gideon?"
He paused, meeting the gentle and curious gaze of Pacifica, debating whether or not to confide in her, the quick flash of words from a book with warnings, but he stomped on the idea immediately as he remembered that Pacifica is one of the most loyal friends you could ever ask for, he sighed, before he hesitantly whispered, "I swore... I saw blood.."
Pacifica's face turned blank as she stared at him, "When?"
He swallowed nervously, before glancing at the backs of the group that were interacting, not paying any mind to them, "The second act..when they were throwing knives at the assistant that they put in the box and the box was shaking and you couldn't hear anything and no one noticed but…" he fidgeted with his hands as he looked down, "There was blood on the ground...barely noticeable because of the shadows but I saw it sliding from inside the box on the ground for a second…"
Pacifica's face was pale, and Gideon felt relief as he felt that she believed him, she pulled his hand and walked forward, "That's disturbing...hopefully if there was an accident they'd take care of it…" she whispered as they began to reunite with the group, "Let's forget about it for now."
Devon seemed puzzled and he brightened once he caught the sight of Pacifica and sent a smile her way as he walked towards her, "I was wondering where you guys disappeared to for a moment." He chuckled as his focus was on Pacifica, barely passing a gaze towards Gideon. She laughed it off, "Just making sure Gideon wasn't tired or anything before checking things out."
He hummed before not meeting her gaze, his neck pink as he swallowed nervously, "So...wanna check some things out with me?" he asked shyly, "Just the two of us..?"
Confusion flitted across her face before an apologetic smile crossed her face, "I can't leave Gideon by himself…" she laughed nervously, rubbing her arm, directing her gaze to the side, not meeting his eyes, "I dragged him here and all, y'know…"
"Jenny can hang with him." He quickly answered, hopeful eyes staring at her, "Right Jenny?"
Jenny looked at him in surprised, the scowl that was on her face falling apart as her gaze flickered between him and Pacifica, before a grin touched her eyes and agreed, "I always wanted get to know who's the son of my wife, time to get to know daddy, my dear child..!"
Gideon stared at her incredulously, turning his pleading gaze onto Pacifica as Jenny came behind him, pressing a hand on to his fluffy platinum blond hair as she began a rant, "Back in my day we…"
Pacifica sighed before pushing her hair behind her ear and followed him as he pulled her along to venture out and see the sights that are waiting to be seen.
He brought her to a cotton candy stand, "What flavor do you want?" he asked brightly, a nervous grin on his face.
"Flavor?" She asked in confusion.
"Yeah, flavor, like blueberry or strawberry, ya know?" He said, oddly cheerful.
"Don't...you mean, color?" Pacifica questioned, correcting him, "I'm pretty sure cotton candy tastes the same either way no matter the color?"
"No way!" He exclaimed in disbelief, "The banana flavor tastes tons better than the other flavors!"
"I'm pretty sure that's in your head," She snorts attractively, "So I'm guessing your favorite color is officially yellow and your super into bananas?"
"You laughed." He started happily.
"What?" Pacifica looked at him in surprise.
He said nervously, itching the back of his head "You were all tense earlier while you were with Gideon."
"Oh.." She said, her lips parted into an O.
"And yes I do like yellow but I'm not that into bananas, I actually prefer pretty girls," He said cheekily, before whispering, "like you…"
Pacifica stared at him for a moment in surprise, "I honestly didn't expect that from you at all, I wouldn't have pegged you for the type to make dirty jokes with how much you always lecture Jenny."
He huffed, "That's cause I've spent too much time with Jenny, If I didn't lecture heer, she'd corrupt my pure heart more than she has already," He continued, "Now, enough about Jenny, what's your favorite color?"
She hummed as she picked a pink cotton candy, walking together as she thought carefully about it, "You know I never thought about it till now? Like when I was twelve I guess it was hot pink and I didn't wanna make it obvious so I dressed up in purple because I wanted to look cool I guess…" She said thoughtfully, "...But now? I'm not sure…"
"I think you'd look pretty in pink or red…" he said, a blush coloring his cheeks before a polite smile crossed her lips, and he looked up in surprise, "Oh we walked pretty far, didn't we..?"
He plopped himself onto a large chunk of tree that seemed to have been cut down, he patted down beside him, a smile that made Pacifica kinda uncomfortable crossed his lips, his face as red as his hair. She sat a distance a way wondering whether she's overthinking his intentions and maybe the warnings of her father rings in the background of her head, causing her to overreact to being alone with him with no one around and the way his skin brushes her ever so often in the absence of company, and then her skipped a beat when he slid closer to her, and she tried to even her breathing.
It was the first time she's ever been in the presence alone with a boy that's not Gideon nor family, and she didn't know how to respond or do but freeze at the close proximity, the heat that radiates on to, causing her skin to crawl uncomfortably, her hair standing at end as she cleared her throat, her cheeks pink from the cold air of the night. He wouldn't do anything I wouldn't want to, Pacifica nervously thought to herself, She's not as close to him as she's close to Jenny or GIdeon, however he was still her friend.
"Pacifica…" he softly said her name, looking at her face, searching for what, she doesn't know.
"Y-yes?" She squeaked nervously, internally pinching herself expressing weakness, he caressed her cheek gently and she froze, her mind frozen, unsure what to say or think, and before she could even say anything, he pressed his lips against hers, she didn't move, feeling his teeth biting onto her lips, stealing her first kiss away in an instant and she pushed him away.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" She shouted, tears gathering at the back of her eyes, ready to stomp away, feeling disgusted with herself for letting it happen.
He grabbed her wrist tightly, "Wait! What's wrong?" he questioned, his eyes worried but dark with what Pacifica could describe as underlying hunger, and it scared her.
"Let me go." She said, pulling her arm only to flinch when his grip tightened.
"Was I a bad kisser?" he asked confusingly, before his voice began to turn bitter, "Or did you just lead me on…?"
She shook her head, "I didn't lead you on, you're just a good friend to me, I-I never thought you saw me that way!"
"Then why did you let me kiss you?" he questioned, his eyebrows scrunched, his grip tightened even more as if fearful of the answer, "Where you just pitying me and then couldn't handle kissing me or—"
"Y-you're hurting me," The tears began to fall as she bit her lips.
He looked at her in surprise before directing his gaze to her wrist, loosening his grip immediately but not letting go, :Now answer me." He demanded.
She flinched at his tone before answering, "I— I froze, I didn't know what to do, I couldn't react in time, I just…." she stumbled over her words, feeling pathetic as her argument sounded so weak in her ears and his face became blank, his expression was indistinguishable, as she couldn't even tell what he was thinking as he stared her down.
"So you'd have let me do whatever I wanted to you that easily?" His voice was deadly quiet and Pacifica's stomach dropped as she shook her head furiously. At that moment, he didn't look like her friend anymore, she thought to herself quietly, his eyes were calculating and unforgiving as he stared her down. He let her go, her wrist slightly red from the grip he had on her arm. She backed away. Not letting him out of her sight and she fell, she cried out in surprise and he look down on her and before she could get up he was on top of her.
She stared into his eyes, unreadable, and she froze again, her mind screaming for her to fight back, while her body lay immobile on top of her, he was silent as his finger caressed her thigh and his other hand barely touching the curves that lay on her chest.
"Aren't you going to tell me to get off?" he leaned towards her ear, whispering, "my brother always told me that girls like to be dominated like this, like how the movies portrayed sometimes, prove me wrong and push me…"
"Please get off…" she whimpered, begging her body to come back to her control and to just push him, arms shaking.
"Do you like this?" he whispered as he gripped her thigh, "I heard some people are into this kinda thing where yes means no?"
"No!" she raised her arms and pushed him despite how weak she feels.
"Get off before I ruin your life right here right now." A voice interrupted causing him to freeze for a moment before rolling off Pacifica.
"I wasn't going to do anything." He stated, getting up, his eyes lingering on the shaking form of Pacifica.
"Do I look like I care?" He said as he walked forward, getting on one knee, offering a napkin in a gloved hand to the girl, "She looks like a mess, and I prefer you not commit sick acts like that in front of me because I will not hesitate to castrate you."
She was quiet as she wiped her eyes, not meeting the gaze of either boys.
For a moment, guilt crossed the face of Devon but he only turned away from her, "I'll head home…"
"I'll escort you to your friends or to your house?" he said softly.
She didn't answer as she began to walk a bit of distance from him, his expression was softer and his eyes empathetic, "I understand...I've... been there but worse…" he said gently, he kept the distance, he could tell she was listening but didn't look at him, "I've experienced an extreme breach of trust from someone and they did...unsavory things towards me."
"I'm sorry…" Pacifica whispered as they continued on to a silent trek towards her house.
Before they knew it, they arrived at her door steps, he nodded at her and was prepared to leave before she stopped him, she was quiet for a second, he waited patiently, the previous face of kindness and empathy gone, replaced by disinterest and coldness, "Yes?"
"I want to thank you and apologize again..." she laughed pathetically as he raised an eyebrow towards her, she looked him in the eyes and for a moment she nearly gasped in surprise as his eyes were like an electric blue that seemed to glow even within the darkness, and she looked to her feet, before continuing, "In honesty, I feel like I'm overreacting..but the idea...the possibility scared me so much I couldn't move, it was pretty much the only thing I truly find valuable in myself and when I thought he was going to take my first kiss… I just didn't know how to react and he did, and I just felt so helpless and I don't know if I'm making, I'm sorry for rambling, IT's just I froze, I didn't really want any of that and in a way, it relieved me that he wouldn't have really done...I hope not…..It was a really cruel joke...and I…"
He raised his hand upwards, stopping her, he didn't hesitate as tears began to fall down her cheeks again, "It's not your fault, he should've known if he really cared and understood you to at least have the decency to ask you first whether it is intimate touching or kissing. You have the right to cry, to be angry and as much as the right to hate him. It is your choice on what you want to do, whether it is to file a report, tell your friends or confront him for his insensitivity of the psychological effects it could have on your person. Just know you will be okay, you are strong enough and to get help if you ever need any."
He seemed momentarily uncomfortable before stepping closer and patting her shoulder in his poor attempt at comfort, "Dear...Dear.." He stated, "I don't have enough handkerchiefs to sacrifice to your bodily fluids."
She gaped at his words, and he turned away, before she stopped him again, "My name is Pacifica…" she introduced herself
"Dipper." He said simply with a tiny smile before fading into the shadows of the night, leaving her staring after him with only the thought of his eyes and his smile as she headed inside, "I hope to see you again, Dipper…".
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End OF Chapter 4
FunFact: It's canon in the series that Pacifica's favorite color is Hot Pink! Who would've thought? She dressed exactly like a purple persn, now that makes me curious!
What is your favorite color?