Oh my god, I'm so sorry for all of the delays on this chapter..I know no excuses such as life can make it up, so here you are, the next installment of Christmas Cheer and Cinnamon Spice. Hope you enjoy! (Alex Hirsch still won't give me the rights of Gravity Falls.. Bummer. I even offered him $0.25 this time!) As always, reviews are appreciated, whether positive or negative~

Thump thump thump.

The sound of footfalls was all Dipper could hear, the pounding of those massive feet behind him. He pushed himself harder, his legs burning. There was just no way he could outrun this thing. No word in any of the Journals about a Yeti. He yelled out in frustration as he ran.

That's when it hit him.

Out of nowhere came an immense impact, knocking him into the air. Any breath he still had, well, he'd lost it now. He looked up at what should have been up. But from where he was, it looked as though sky was growing a beautiful snowy woodland.

Looking actually up, he glanced above him. Leathery wings, hooked talons, Yellow eyes. Of course. He knew this creature, not personally, but he'd read all about it. A vampire bat. A very, very big vampire bat.

"You.. Have got to be KIDDING ME!" He yelled, as he was carried away by the beast.

*far away, in the Not-So-Manor Manor of the NorthWests*

Pacifica looked up from her game of chess against herself, her phone ringing catching her attention. She looked at the display, a number she didn't recognize glaring back at her.

On a whim, she picked up the phone.

"Hello?" She said

"AGHHHHH" replied a familiar voice.

"Dipper?! What's going on, are you okay?" she frantically asked.

The line went quiet. "Yes," another pause. "No, not really."

"What do you mean, 'not really'?" she prodded.

"Well, um," she heard an angry screech in the background, "I may or may not have went back into the woods, finding a place of eternal winter that led to me trying to put a stone in a thingy that made me get chased by a yeti but since my bad luck is bad, on the way of away from said Yeti I was picked up by a.. Bat." he breathed. "Pretty sure a giant vampire bat."

She blinked. "So um, where are you right now?"

"About 400 feet above the ground, I think it's heading for town." he audibly gulped, "Sorry I called you like this, nobody else was picking up.."

"Hang on" she said,

"Do I really have much of a choice?" he replied.

She walked to the window, opening her curtain. Their new home, while still prime real estate lacked the view that she had on the hill, but it would have to do. She scanned the sky for any sign of him. There, just at the south side of town. A big. Very big black shadow was crossing the sky.

She sighed. "You know, you really have a way of drawing trouble to you, you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah. You know, this makes no sense."

"I know."

"Not just the situation Pacifica, but this shouldn't be happening. From what I read, giant vampire bats are peaceful. So why'd it grab me? Something isn't right. Hang on, we're landing"

The line went quiet, save for the rush of wind coming from the other side.

"OH." was all he said before the line went dead.

She blinked. Again.

Pulling her phone away from her head, she looked towards where she had last seen the bat. Why. Why was her only question. Why did she have to get roped into all the weirdness? She argued with herself morally. To help on not to help, twas the question of the night. She gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to just stay where she was, and grabbed a backpack.

"Stupid. Idiotic. Overzealous. Foolish. Dumb. Dipper. Fucking. Pines!" she yelled, grabbing a flashlight, water bottle, taser, and spare pair of clothes.

She grumbled, throwing on a wool jacket and her pine tree cap as she walked out the door.

Her mother caught her in the hallway. "Where're you off to dear?"

"Um.. Work?" While she may have changed, her mother had a far way to go.

"Alright dear," Her mother said, "Just as long as you aren't running off to try to foolishly save your friends or anything!"

"...Right.." she replied, heading out the front door.

She shivered as she closed the door behind her, not from the cold but from the trickle of fear down her spine. Sometimes she worried her mother was a soothsayer or something..

She huffed, beginning her trek across town. It was a chilly day, and a breeze had picked up.

When I find that stupid boy, she thought, I swear to god I will make him PAY for making me freeze my butt off in this cold.

As she grumbled, her foot slipped on a patch of ice, and in a very charlie brownish fall, she tumbled to the ground.

"You," She said, gritting her teeth as she stood up, "Have got to be kidding me!"

As she was standing, something in the bushes caught her eye. She walked over, careful not to slip on the ice again. Her fingers brushed the soft violet cloth of the scarf she'd given to Dipper. She flushed slightly, remembering that day.

Dipper! She snapped back to reality, grabbing the scarf.

If this is here, She reasoned, Then there is a good chance he is in the area.

She looked around and sighed. The part of town she was in filled with older houses, almost all of them abandoned and rundown. He could be anywhere. She walked towards one of the homes, which stood out as the dingiest to her.

Bad guys always have either the ugliest or the best place, and as we aren't at my old manor, this'll have to be it. She reasoned.

The home she approached was two stories, with chipped maroon paint, shattered windows, and caved in roof. It seems her luck was better than Dipper's, since the front door appeared to be in no less than twenty pieces littering the porch.

She walked in, wrinkling her nose at the scent of guano permeating the house. Reaching into her bag, she fumbled for the flashlight she'd brought. Flicking on the light, she looked around the grimy hallway. The house, appearing to be based on old gothic architecture, groaned in response to the unwarranted entry. She moved forward, inch by inch, foot by foot.

Pacifica looked up at the caved in ceiling as she entered what may have once been a living room. The hole, it appeared, went straight through the structure home, straight down to the basement. Peering down at the hole, measuring about 15 feet across if she had to guess, she could see rubble from the upper floors but nothing else.

"Oh, just couldn't be captured and taken to a warm cafe, noooo. He just had to be taken down into a creepy old basement, didn't he?" She muttered angrily, shivering all the while

As carefully as she could, Pacifica Started sliding herself into the maw of the home, holding on to what remained of the floor. As she was halfway over the ledge, the board she was holding groaned in protest. She tensed, ready to be dropped into the darkness. As everything seemed to settle again, a sigh of relief escaped her lungs. That sigh quickly turned to a scream as the board gave way.

While willing to crawl down, Pacifica was no fan of falling into the abyss. The soul tearing scream that gave way was cut short though as her six foot fall came to an end. She landed on her back, groaning slightly.

Wincing, Pacifica rose to her feet. Now with scraped hands and bloodied elbows, she picked up her bag and flashlight. Even in this scenario, she couldn't help but smile that the light hadn't broken in the fall. She quickly scanned the room around her. It was small, circular in shape, with a ripped apart wall where she assumed a door must have stood. Carefully, she took a step forward when a sound stopped her in her tracks.

"Rrrrriipp"

A blast of cold air on her back caught her attention. She reached behind her, fumbling with the coat, to feel a gaping hole in the back. Pacifica's eyes blazed with anger. First the cold, then the creepy house, now her clothes- She let out an angry yell. She shrugged off her coat, no longer giving a damn about the cold.

Dipper better hope he's dead before I get there, She thought, striding forward into the tunnel, cuz when I get my hands on him I'm gonna tear him to pieces!

The tunnel ran downward, from the concrete to a now earthy surface for a ways, the ground itself was torn,

As if by claws, She thought, shuddering at the idea of a giant Bat/badger hybrid digging out this hole.

It wasn't long after her revelation with the claw marks that the tunnel began to open up into a cave, with high ceilings, and walls that were at least 100 feet across. It appeared mostly empty, from what her meager flashlight could see, the shadows cast made it difficult to tell. She swallowed nervously.

"Dipper?" she whispered first, "DIPPER?!" yelling the latter.

"Pacifica?" She heard a reply. With the echo of the caves, she couldn't figure out where he was. She stepped forward, only to recoil when one of her shoes sank into a layer of guano.

"Ugh! Where are you? I can't see you!" she yelled, irate.

It was the simultaneous yell of "Look UP!" from Dipper, along with his beanie falling on her head that drew the blond's flashlight beam upwards, connecting with a form of Dipper Pines. Dipper was hanging from the ceiling by some sort of web, completely covered except his head. The expression he wore could only be described as annoyed.

Pacifica looked up at him, confusion and annoyance fighting for dominance on her face.

"Wait-" she pondered, "If you were attacked by a bat, why are you covered in webs?"

"While I would love to tell you all about it, it may take some time. Could you first get me down please?" He asked, annoyance edging into his voice.

"Sure, she grumbled, looking up at him, "just one more question. As you are currently hanging upside down about 20 feet above my head, how exactly do you propose I get you down?"

There was only silence and a vexed face to meet her question.

She sighed, glancing around. Her eyes landed upon a small mound of rocks off a small ways. A smile creeped on her face as she walked towards them.

It was soon after that rocks were flying up at the ceiling.

"Stop!" Yelled Dipper, "you're gonna hit me!"

"I'm. Just. Trying. To. Break. The. Web!" She called, rock after rock impacting above her.

Even with the squealing of Dipper, and her lack of accuracy, her rocks finally snapped the thread holding Dipper to the ceiling. She grinned at her own success, until she realized that Dipper was about to fall twenty feet onto stone. She yelped, diving forward.

With a resounding thud and a groan escaping the two teens, Dipper landed safe and sound on top of Pacifica's prone and now bruised form.

"Ouch!" she grumbled, "why'd you go and land on me?!"

"Well sorry, I was having rocks chucked at me" he retorted sharply.

"Whatever, just get off me and let's get out of here."

"Right" Dipper rolled off her, still bound by the webbing.

She sat up, delicately rubbing wrist. A glare was shot in Dipper's direction.

"If I sprained something I am soooo suing you" she muttered, Reaching down and tugging at his bindings, "Ugh, and this crap is sticky!"

He sighed, looking up at her while she worked, "Well, yeah, um, it's web, y'know? Web is sticky, so it can catch prey and whatnot."

"Well that makes things more difficult," she humphed, "Do you have like, a knife or something?"

"Yeah, in my back pocket. The right one."

She looked down at the entangled boy.

"Well," she grumbled, "Isn't that great. Your knife, which I need to chop the web, is in your pants, which is beneath the web. Just DANDY"

Handful by sticky handful, Pacifica tore into the webbing, until she had clear access to his back pocket. After some embarrassed mutterings from the pair and more struggling, she relieved the small pocket knife from him, opening the blade. It was quick work afterwards to cautiously slice dipper out of the web.

He stood up, stray pieces of web clinging to his clothes. A slight pink tinge hinted his cheeks as he took his knife back from her.

"..Thanks a ton"

"Er- yeah, no problem.." she mumbled in response.

"So, um, we should probably leave before they come back. Do you know the way?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

"Yeah, just, follow me I guess.."

The two started walking back up the earthy tunnel, Dipper glancing behind them nervously every few seconds.

"So how exactly did you get stuck to the ceiling? I thought you said you were brought here by a bat." She asked, trying her best to keep a nonchalant tone.

"Oh, it really is quite interesting, " Dipper replied, "You see, I never actually thought interspecies pairs could happen, but then again, this is gravity f-"

"Okay, okay. Save me the nerd talk. Just what happened?" she snapped.

He glared at her, "well, it looks like a giant vampire bat and a giant spider have decided to become a pair. No. I'm not joking."

She blinked in shock.

"And I believe they intended for me to be a snack," he continued, "to celebrate they're unification or something."

"Oh" was her only reply.

The rest of the trip back into the basement was in amiable silence, neither wishing to break the quiet. Dipper couldn't help but gape at the rough cut hole. He'd been flown down through it, but still.

"You climbed down that?" he asked incredulously, eyeing the jagged edges of rim.

"Fell," she corrected, shooting a pointed glare in his direction, "I fell."

"Well, I doubt we will be able to climb out the way you- erm, fell, in. We should probably try to find the stair leading out or a ladder or something."

She looked at him incredulously. "Well duh"

He rolled his eyes in response, scanning the rubble before him. A slight glimmer off to one side caught his eye. Walking over to the object, yanking at the small handle, what appeared to be the handlbars to a bike came out, the pile shuddering under the change. His eyes bore into the pile, quickly finding his mark. Pulling out a piece of rope, no longer than five feet. Tying the rope to the handle, a smirk lit up his face.

"So what exactly are you making?" Pacifica asked, an eyebrow quirking upward sharply.

"Well," he breathed, "If you must ask," he climbed a little higher on the pile, "I, am making," he threw the bike handle upwards, it lodging into some of the rough timber, "a grappling hook." he said with finality.

A smile crossed her lips, "Well, I guess no one would be right to call you stupid, would they?"

He flushed at the compliment, and tried to slide down the pile, toppling at the bottom in a heap.

"Or graceful." She finished.

He quickly righted himself, an embarrassed flush burning at his cheeks.

"Anyways," he coughed, "That should hold for now. So go ahead and climb up whenever you're ready"

She glanced over at him. "Why aren't you going first?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Ladies first?" And in case it doesn't hold, someone can catch you He thought privately.

She sighed and grabbed the rope, giving it an experimental tug. At it's holding, she started climbing up, grunting and pulling. Dipper positioned himself beneath her, Just in case, he thought.

With a final "Oomph" Pacifica pulled herself over the edge, breathing heavily. It was soon that she righted herself though, glancing down at a Dipper, face red with exertion as he pulled himself up. He was almost there and stalled, struggling for the last pull up.

She leaned over the edge, offering her arm.

"Need a hand?"

Gratefully, he took it, and with her help, cleared the edge. He breathed heavily.

"Thanks.."

"No problem. Though let's get a move on, I won't feel safe until we are within closed doors." she muttered, breathing heavily.

He rolled his eyes. "Your place or the Shack?"

"My place. Definitely mine." she wrinkled her nose, and stood up, offering a hand to Dipper.

With that, the two walked out of the house at a quick pace, heading for the Northwest Home.