Hello readers! This chapter was relatively hard for me to start because my brain was all like "You need inspiration ay? Well then, heres some inspiration for a chapter that you don't even know how to implement! MUHAHAHA!" So now I have two chapters that just might probably go somewhere close to the end of the story. Thanks a lot brain.

Speaking of thanks, thank you to the reviewers who gave me there fantastical comments. For any people who are going to review (hopefully all of you :P) I need to ask you if you think this fanfic has been rushed. Whenever I read it over myself, I feel like it is just too jumpy and quick :P. Please give me your feed back about what you all think :)

One more thing, this chapter introduces Pacifica into the story but she doesn't play a big role until at least two more chapters.

Oh look, I've blabbered on for like half the page... well, enjoy!

Dipper sighed in relief as he rushed out of the Mystery Shack. All of their questions were making him nervous. And the voices got agitated easily as well... Shouldering his pack, he started to head down the path when he noticed a slightly out of place limousine that was parked among the rabble of tourist buses. Standing next to the luxury car was a bleach blonde girl in high heels and carrying a purse, which had all sorts of books and papers in it. Stiffening, he tried to stealthily sneak away into the forest... before promptly tripping over a twig and face planting. Praying that nobody had noticed his tumble, Dipper stood up and dusted himself off, before looking up directly at Pacifica Northwest. She looked at Dipper for a moment before blurting out, "You look terrible." When the girl realized how rude that sounded, she started to blush profusely.

Dipper, seemingly not noticing the blush, scowled and replied, "Thanks, people tend to look like crap when the fall on there faces."

"Thats not what I meant," Pacifica, getting over her embarrassment, "You look like you haven't slept in days." Which was true, Dipper's eyes were heavily bagged and his face looked incredibly gaunt.

Worriedly, Pacifica held the back of her hand against Dipper's forehead and asked, "Are you feeling okay? Maybe you should go lie down."

"I'm fine, I'm fine," swatting away Pacifica's hand, he stared suspiciously at the girl, "Why are you even here in the first place?"

Pacifica turned red again and stammered awkwardly, "Well... I was wondering if we could hang out and... you know, do something or... something."

"Why would you want to hang out with me of all people?" Dipper asked while glaring at Pacifica. The voices told him not to trust her. She will destroy all that you have worked for. She will destroy all that you hold dear...

"SHUT UP," Dipper clutched his head, trying to block out the blaring noise in his head.

"What?"

"Nothing, its nothing," Dipper muttered quietly. This did little to reassure Pacifica though. He stood up straight though his body wanted him to curl into a ball to weather out the verbal abuse that the whispers were punishing him with.

"Listen," Dipper continued, warily looking behind him at the forest, "I need to get some important work done in the forest but maybe later we could-"

"GET AWAY FROM MY BROTHER YOU POOPFACED FIEND!" was Mabel's battlecry as she charged from the Mystery Shack brandishing a baseball bat, "WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING TO MY BROTHER, STOP IT OR I'LL KNOCK THE BLONDE DYE RIGHT OUTA YOUR HAIR!"

"Umm... Mabel," Dipper remarked, grabbing hold of his crazed sister's arm to restrain her, "we're just talking."

"THE LITTLE PIECE OF SHIITAKE'S (AN: its a kind of mushroom...) PROBABLY HYPNOTIZING YOU INTO INSANITY!"

"Okay, so first of all, my hair is naturally blonde," was Pacifica's calmly scoffed as she gazed steadily into Mabel's eyes, "and secondly, me? A hypnotist? What are you, some wacked up conspiracy theorist?" (Dipper winced when she said that last bit.)

Dipper's head started to throb as the voices started to chastise him. "Well this has been nice but I really gotta go BYE!" Dipper said before sprinting off hurriedly into the woods.

"WAIT" both Mabel and Pacifica shouted in sync as the started to go after the fleeing Dipper. They stopped once it was clear that they weren't going to catch the preteen and glared at eachother.

"Oh look, you scared him away, GOOD GOING MABEL!"

"Oh so its my fault that my brother needs psychiatric help!" Mabel yelled as her eyes started to water.

Pacifica's steely gaze softened, "What do you mean by 'Dipper needs psychiatric help'?"

"Nothing, I'm probably just overreacting," Mabel wiped the tears from her eyes before hefting her bat, "Now get out before I brain you!"

"Bu-"

"I SAID GET OUT!"

Pacifica was not intimidated and stood her ground, it was when Stan, Soos, and Wendy came out of the Shack, each respectively carrying a baseball bat, a chair, and an axe, did she finally turn, and walk away as quickly as here heals would allow her to.

"We heard conflict," was Stan's explanation.

"Yeah," Wendy said while hefting her axe, "We were going to help you but the little brat ran off."

"Actually, I was just gonna sit and watch," Soos stated, setting up his lawn chair and plopping down, "Nothing like a good cat fight to brighten a gloomy morning."

"Just go away," Mabel mumbled while running back into the Shack, tears streaming from her eyes.

Watching helplessly as the door slammed behind Mabel, Wendy turned to Soos and Stan saying, "I'll go talk to her."

Before either Soos or Stan could protest, Wendy held up her hand and stated, "Just a girl to girl talk, okay, I'll go see whats bothering her."

Reluctantly, the two let Wendy go up into the attic. It took Wendy a moment to notice Mabel curled up while covering herself in he sweater, leaving only the very top of her head visible.

Slowly kneeling in front of the distraught tween, Wendy gently asked, "Is Mabel still in Sweater Town?"

"Mabel won't be back from Sweater Town for a while," Mabel said, speaking in the third person, "Mabel needs to think about things."

"Like what kinda of things?" Wendy asked kindly, sliding herself closer to Mabel.

"Like what kind of therapist Dipper is going to need." Mabel said, while gesturing slightly at a laptop which had 'therapists' typed into the search bar.

"Why would Dipper need a therapist?" Wendy asked, confused at Mabel's response.

"He hasn't been sleeping well," said Mabel from under her sweater, "and he has been obsessing with the forest."

"That's usually how the kid acts," Wendy protested.

"He also keeps having one-sided conversations when there is nobody else around," Mabel continued, ignoring Wendy's comment, "and he keeps telling me about how 'he has seen great and terrible things' and that 'he has gained an understanding of the universe'."

"Okay, I'll admit that is kinda weird."

"And Dipper stays out in the forest late at night, he says he is exploring but who knows what he could be doing out there!"

"I-"

"And the worst part is that sometimes, I wake up and I hear Dipper laughing in the bathroom, and it isn't normal laughing either, its sounds like he's a psychopath whenever he starts to laugh like that! And when I go to check on him, I hear ripping noises, like something is getting cut to bits in there!"

"Have you tried asking Dipper about the laughing?"

"Yes! And then he tells me he doesn't remember!" Mabel sobbed, "I'm scared for him! I just want him to get well! I just want my brother back!"

"Shh, shhh," Wendy whispered reassuringly as she enveloped Mabel in an embrace, "Its going to be okay, we'll sign Dipper up for the best psychiatrist that is out there."

"R-really?" Mabel asked, sniffing as she slowly peered out from her sweater, "Promise?"

"Promise."

And there you have it! Please review and tell what you thought and what you think I can do better :)

And don't worry, there will be more Pacifica later in the story if all goes according to my plan... MUHAHAHA... *coughs*

Anyways... UNTIL NEXT TIME!