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This chapter is my longest yet so prepare yourselves for a wall of text.

Pacifica made her way towards they pair, avoiding little kids and other obstacles as she attempted navigate her way through the treacherous course. Mabel could only watch as she prayed to whatever deity was out there. Please trip, please trip, please trip, please trip. She thought desperately. Unfortunately for her, Pacifica elegantly arrived at their hole with a bright smile.

"Dipper, I didn't know you played mini-golf!"

After giving the blonde a look of indifference, the twelve year old said flatly, "I don't, I wouldn't be able to hit a golf ball out of a paper bag, I'm just here to keep Mabel's score."

As if she had just noticed Mabel for the first time, Pacifica's eyebrow raised, "Well maybe I could teach you a thing or two, I am nationally ranked after all."

"I don't think the golf course guy would like that," Mabel said hurriedly, pointing towards a scrawny teen wearing a corny medieval king outfit who was rubbing a bag of ice against a rather large lump on his head, "Besides, Dipper and I were planning spend the day, just the two of us, twin with twin, mono on mono, y'know?"

"I'm sure Dipper doesn't mind," Pacifica replied dismissively before asking Dipper, "Do you?"

"Don't see why not," he said, his expression still impassive. Mabel really wished she could know what he was was going on in her twin's head, because he really must be insane to invite their arch-nemesis, second only to Gideon and Bill, to hang out with them!

"Great! So maybe I could help you with your golf stroke a bit, cause by the look of that dork over there, you really need to improve your aim."

"Sure," Dipper shrugged.

Noticing the bandages for the first time, Pacifica asked him with concern, "Dipper, what happened to your arms."

Stiffening, Dipper's indifferent expression morphed into one of nervousness as he rushed out an explanation, "J-just an accident in the w-woods! Nothing t-to worry about at all!"

Eyes narrowing in suspicion, Pacifica shrugged, not wanting to press the issue, before instructing, "So I've noticed that you're grasping the club with a wrong grip..."

Mabel broke out of her trance, which involved a daydream of a blonde getting mauled by the multi-bear, as she heard that Pacifica was instructing Dipper how to swing a club.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA," Mabel waved her hands wildly as she protested, "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm teaching your brother how to play mini-golf..." Pacifica answered haltingly.

"WRONG, what you're gonna do is you're gonna hang back out of the way while I teach MY brother how to play!"

Sneering, Pacifica responded vehemently, "Oh, I see how well YOUR training has turned out."

"Yeah, well at least I got good through self teaching and hard work! Not cause I had a fancy tutor and parents who paid bucket loads of cash!"

"You think you could be a better golf tutor than I can?"

"Be a better tutor? I could SCHOOL you at tutoring."

Dipper, oblivious to the escalating cat fight, looked up from practicing strokes and asked, "Wait so do I hold the club like this when I hit the ball?"

Both Mabel and Pacifica took a look at Dipper's grip.

"No Dipper, you're holding it to close to the end," Mabel answered.

Simultaneously, Pacifica said, "Yep, now all you have to work on is aim."

Glaring at each other, the two began to bicker again as a bewildered Dipper watched, uncertain on how he should continue.

Mustering up enough courage, Dipper interjected, "Y'know, maybe if we talked about this like civilized people and maybe-"

"STAY OUT OF THIS!" both Mabel and Pacifica exploded before continuing their heated argument.

Red faced, Dipper stared at the ground. An image of both Pacifica and Mabel holding bloody knives appeared when he blinked. Rubbing his eyes, the disturbing vision vanished. They hate you. They don't want you. They want you gone. Slowly, Dipper turned and started to walk away from the girls, whose argument somehow had drifted from golfing technique to fashion choices. It was when the two were in the middle of a shouting match about sweaters when they realized that Dipper was checking out of the golf course.

"WAIT!" both of them shouted, scrambling over each other to catch up to him. Once checking out, the duo found Dipper huddled in a bench by the side of the road, staring emptily into space.

Glaring at each other, the two girls started to speak over the other, trying to get both of their points across, "So- How about- do you- we- wanna- grab- go see- a bite- a movie- to eat-"

Dipper stared at them blankly, unable to comprehend the jumble of words the pair had just threw at him, "How about you tell me what you guys wanna do one at a time."

Pacifica piped up before Mabel could speak, "I was thinking maybe you'd want to go to the movies, I hear that the new Ducktective just came out in 3D."

"We can't go to the movies, its lunch time, I'm starving and Dipper's probably starving too! Dipper and I were going to go get something to eat!" Mabel objected, before pointedly asking, "Right Dipper?"

Looking helplessly between the two girls, who were both looking expectantly at him, Dipper said meekly, "How about we go get something to eat…" Mabel pumped her fist victoriously and was starting to gloat until Dipper held up his hand, "And then afterwards, we can go see the Ducktective movie."

Sneering haughtily, Pacifica grinned when she saw Mabel's face go red. The brunette grabbed Dipper's hand furiously as she dragged him towards Greasy's Diner, Pacifica following behind, still wearing that smug expression.

"You call this food?" Pacifica asked disgustedly, nudging the cheeseburger in that had been placed in front of her by Lazy Susan, who was peering from behind the counter, probably to see if the high and mighty Pacifica Northwest liked her cooking.

Dipper, who was currently chowing down on his third burger, replied, "C'mon, at least try it, it can't be more disgusting than that nasty escargot that you ate at the Mansion party!"

Mabel smiled widely at Pacifica, to widely for it to be real, thought Pacifica dryly, "If you don't want to eat here than maybe you could go back to your wonderful Mansion for lunch, you're probably too wimpy to out a burger anyways."

Pacifica's resolve strengthened, she resolutely picked up her burger and took a massive bite out of it, after chewing for a bit, Pacifica's eyes widened with appreciation, it actually wasn't that bad!

Taking another bite, Dipper smiled thinly as he mirrored her thoughts, "See, commoner food isn't that bad."

With a pleasant smile, Pacifica waved over Susan, who was shaking visibly with nervousness, "You wouldn't mind if I ordered another burger would you?"

Wiping sweat from her brow, Susan quickly choked out, "Of course your majest- I mean, of course Ms. Northwest! Right away Ms. Northwest!"

Dipper watched with amusement as Lazy Susan scrambled back into the kitchen, "Told you it wouldn't taste so bad."

After finishing their meals, Dipper, Pacifica, and Mabel started to head over to the theater. Pacifica insisted on paying for the tickets inspite of Dipper's objections. Mabel, making the best of the situation, got a large buttered popcorn, and a jumbo bag of candy. Dipper settled with a Pit Cola while Pacifica just bought a water. As the screening began and the lights started to darken, the trio donned their IMax 3D glasses. Mabel loved it, laughing throughout the entire movie, to the embarrassment of Dipper. Pacifica would deny having liked the movie but to be honest, she was kind of a big fan of the silly franchise. Dipper however, was too distracted to enjoy the movie. The Voices, sensing an opportunity, began their torment. On the big screen, when the audience saw a family friendly action movie, Dipper saw gruesome scenes of gore. All around him, he felt someone… or something, watching him. Turning around, he saw that behind him, peering at him, were hundreds of eyes, floating aimlessly, disembodied, staring at him. Dipper, feeling woozy, oblivious to the worried gasps of the two girls who sat next to him, fell out of his seat. Crawling out of the isle, he knelt and vomited. His vision was fuzzy. He tried to stand up, but fell back down onto the floor. He vaguely felt two pairs of arms help him up. He tried to shake them off but he couldn't. He saw a bathroom door and rushed in. The hands let him. He leaned over a toilet and hurled again. Pain began to assault him, the Voices chattering gleefully. Not now, Dipper thought, I can't have an episode now. Heedless to his inner pleading, the Voices pummeled him with their torment.

He heard someone knock on the door and ask, "Dipper, are you okay? Should I call Stan to take us home?"

The Voices and pain suddenly stopped. Dipper wearily rose from the floor. Stumbling out of the door, he met up with Mabel and Pacifica, both wearing concerned looks on their faces.

Smiling weakly, Dipper said, "I'm feeling fine now, do you want to go back to the movie?"

"I think," Mabel said, grabbing Dipper by the shoulders and pushing him towards the exit, "That we should probably head back to the Shack and quite possibly have you spend the rest of the day in bed."

"Wait!" Pacifica cried out, trying to catch up with the two, digging in her purse, she pulled out a bottle labeled Ibuprofen, "Here, take this, it'll help with nausea."

Grasping the bottle, Dipper nodded his thanks before Mabel forcefully pulled him out of the theater.

"See ya Pacifica!"

"Bye Dipper!" Pacifica replied.

As Dipper was about to ingest one of the ibuprofen pills, Mabel smacked the tablet away and swiped the bottle before spiking it into a nearby trashcan.

"Mabel! What are you doing!"

"Saving you," Mabel replied nonchalantly, "The she-demon probably gave you a bottle of poison pills."

"C'mon Mabel," Dipper groaned in exasperation, "I know you don't like Pacifica but she's actually quite nice."

"To you maybe, but I know how evil she really is! I CAN SEE IT IN HER EYES!"

"Mabel, you could see evil in a gummy koala if you set your mind to it."

"I'll have you know that the gummy koala gave me indigestion, it was trying to kill me from the inside out!"

"Mabel," Dipper rubbed his forehead in annoyance, "You're just overreacting about this."

"I'm just looking out for you! Besides, after the psychiatrist fixes you up tomorrow, you'll be able to see that Pacifica is pure evil."

Once returning to the Mystery Shack, Mabel told Stan what had happened at the theater. In Mabel's version, Pacifica was an evil which who had cursed Dipper with a sickness while Mabel was helpless to save him. After clarifying that, no, Pacifica is not and evil witch and that he just wasn't feeling well, Stan forcefully made Dipper go to bed, even though it was only five o'clock in the afternoon. Dipper stalked up the stairs, grumbling about how he was fine. Once she was alone, Mabel brought out a large roll of colored paper and began to plot how to keep her brother and Pacifica away from each other, using glitter and colored markers.

"Whoa there kiddo, what's that?" Wendy asked, coming into the living room for her 'break' (Stan calls it slacking time).

"Just my plan of how to save Dipper from Pacifica's evil ways."

"Is that brat bothering you two," the red-head growled as she cracked her knuckles, "I could pay her a visit, rough her up a bit."

"Its cool, I got it covered," Mabel said as she scribbled away on the paper, "Its just that Pacifica keeps bothering us, always looking for Dipper and butting her way into our sibling quality time!"

Catcalling, Wendy wolfishly grinned, "Looks like the kid has an admirer!"

"Dipper? What could Pacifica, or any girl for that matter, see in Dipper?"

"You don't give him enough credit," Wendy snorted, lounging in Stan's recliner, "Kids actually rather nice, albeit dorky and awkward, but you'd probably be impressed if a boy saved YOU from being killed by a ghost."

Yeah, I guess you're right," said Mabel thoughtfully, before frowning, "I still don't trust that witch though, even if she is the only girl that thinks my brother is attractive."

The girls' conversation was interrupted by a crotchety voice from the kitchen.

"Well, thats my cue," Wendy sighed, stretching before heading back to the gift shop, "Just remember, give the girl the benefit of the doubt."

"Benefit of the doubt," Mabel stared scrutinizingly at her sparkly diagrams, "The only benefit Pacifica is gonna get from me is the benefit of a one way ticket out of Gravity Falls."

She reached for the glitter, only to find that Waddles had decided that the sparkles would make an adequate meal. Groaning, Mabel got up from the ground and started up the stares to grab another bottle of glitter. Arriving at the attic, Mabel opened the door to find Dipper reading at his desk. In front of him were diagrams of his own, only they were complicated schematics which, to Mabel, were incomprehensible. Frowning, Mabel walked up to Dipper and grabbed the Journal from his hands.

Holding it just out of reach from Dipper, Mabel said, "I thought Stan and I told you to get some sleep, you need to rest if you're gonna recover from that curse- erm... sickness."

"Its to early to sleep!" Dipper protested, desperately reaching for the Journal, "I was just doing some research, okay? Nothing big!"

"Uh huh," Mabel glanced at the blueprints flooded the desk, "And research for... what... exactly?"

"Just a theory!" Dipper responded quickly, too quickly.

Suddenly, Mabel was struck with a brilliant idea, "How about I keep the Journal until you fall asleep and when you wake up, you can have it back!"

"NO!" Dipper shouted, stilled trying to snatch the worn book.

"Then you don't get the Journal at all," Mabel said smugly.

Sputtering indignantly, Dipper grudgingly complied. Crawling into his bed, he lay down and tried to get to sleep. As usual, the Voices prevented him from getting any sort of rest. Whispering to him, showing him their twisted thoughts. He dared not get up thought, as he felt Mabel's eyes staring at him from across the room. After a while, he heard Mabel rise and walk out of the room, gently shutting the door behind her. Surveying the room, Dipper didn't see any sign of the Journal, which was expected. Sighing, he reached under his pillow and grabbed a marker. He then flipped on the portable black light which he had hidden under his bed before directing toward the adjoined wall. Complex calculations appeared on the wall where the light was shown. Pressing the marker against the wood, Dipper continued his project, striving to find a solution. The Solution. They thought he was insane. They thought he was mad. He'd show them, Dipper thought grimly, He'd show them all.

And there you have it, my longest (and probably most boring) chapter! Please review and tell me what you thought and what you think I could improve on as a writer!

Until next time...