When Pacifica was younger, she frequently had nightmares about her parents spritzing her with water and treating her like a disobedient puppy. But after the events of Weirdmageddon, the nightmares shifted to something far more dark.

In those nightmares, was twelve years old again with straight blonde hair, rags, and a llama hair sweater. She was trapped inside a tapestry, unable to speak and move as she could only watch the world around her burn. Worst of all, there was nothing she could do, for eventually the flames would reach her and she too would burn up.

Tonight was one of those nights. Pacifica's eyes shot wide open as she woke up. Being a tapestry for only a few minutes traumatized her. It was far more worse than the abuse her parents put her through (even though they ditched the bell and began treating her nicer after the events of the lumberjack ghost fiasco).

Pacifica checked her surroundings, a reminder that those memories were in the past. She was currently sleeping right next to Dipper, while Mabel was in the apartment living room sleeping on the couch. With a mental reassurance that everything was alright, she breathed a sigh of relief before repositioning herself in bed, wrapping her arms around Dipper for comfort.

But that proved to be a mistake. Pacifica blushed as she felt Dipper's strong muscles. It wasn't much. Just a nicely-developing six-pack with slightly muscular arms. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes, trying to get back to sleep.

Then Dipper started to moan in his sleep. Pacifica looked at him, seeing that he looked distressed. "Dipper?" she asked softly, letting go of his strong torso.

Dipper suddenly woke up with a slight yelp. He breathed heavily as he sat up. "Not again..." he muttered.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Pacifica asked.

"It was Weirdmageddon all over again," Dipper recalled. "People were getting killed left and right, and I was all alone. Worse, I couldn't seem to find Mabel." He let out a sigh. "You probably wouldn't understand."

"Actually, I do understand," Pacifica said. "I keep having nightmares about being a tapestry."

"Being alone in an apocalyptic wasteland for three days is worst," Dipper said. "There's absolutely no one to help you and there's the constant thought that everyone you care about is dead. I keep having nightmares about those days. They were initially so bad that my parents had to sign me and Mabel up for therapy."

"Mabel too?" Pacifica asked.

"Meow."

That voice came from the living room. "She said she also has nightmares about Weirdmageddon," Dipper told Pacifica. "She told me those nightmares feature her being forcefully trapped inside a giant pink bubble as she watches the outside world die."

"Meow."

"Where's that meowing coming from?" Pacifica asked.

"Mabel has a habit of meowing herself to sleep after she has a nightmare," Dipper explained.

"Meow."

Pacifica got off the bed. "We better go comfort her," she suggested.

"It's alright," Dipper said. "Meowing is usually her coping mechanism. She'll fall back to sleep after a few minutes."

"M-Meow..."

"Are you sure?" Pacifica asked. "That sounded like crying."

"Wait, crying?" Dipper asked. He got off the bed. "Oh boy..."

Dipper rushed over to the living room with Pacifica following him. Sure enough, Mabel was laying on the couch crying. "M-Meow..." she said as she sobbed.

"Shh..." Dipper said, gently stroking his sister's hair. "It's okay. Mabel Land is gone and you're here in the real world."

"Mabel Land?" Pacifica asked.

"Mabel's perfect paradise," Dipper explained to Pacifica. "It was meant to keep her in, whether she wanted to or not."

Pacifica let out a small gasp. "Mabel, I'm so sorry to hear that," she said, approaching the couch.

"I-I-It's alright," Mabel replied, still crying. "I'm used to the nightmares at this point. At least they're not as bad as the ones about Grunkle Stan."

Pacifica was confused, so Dipper had to explain. "In order to stop Bill, Grunkle Stan had all of his memories erased," the brunette boy said. "It took a couple of hours to restore them, but Mabel's other nightmares are about the memory loss being permanent. She has also experienced nightmares beyond Weirdmageddon, but it would take too long to explain all of them."

Pacifica looked closer at Mabel. Sure enough, there were dark circles under the short-haired girl's eyes. That was when Pacifica had a thought.

"Are those nightmares part of the reason why you went goth?" Pacifica asked. And sure enough, Mabel quickly nodded, unable to form proper words due to crying so much.

"What?" Dipper asked. He sounded shocked. "I thought you were tired of being the silly one."

Mabel sat up. "Th-That's part of it," she admitted, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I was scared. I wasn't sure what to do. So after I decided to go goth, I called Robbie-"

"Wait, you have Robbie's phone number?" Pacifica asked.

"He wrote it in the scrapbook when he signed it six years ago," Mabel explained. "Anyway, he gave me some good fashion tips on what to wear and how to act. He helped me come up with the perfect prank to show others at school how much I changed. With his help, I was able to get rid of the old me and become a new person."

"But did you really have to cut your hair?" Dipper asked. "Mom and dad did freak out when they saw all that hair in the bathroom garbage pail."

"It was getting to be a problem anyway," Mabel said, briefly touching her jagged shoulder-length hair. "Too many knots and tangles. Besides, I feel better as a goth. It feels more...me."

"I don't know..." Pacifica said. "You were find beforehand."

"No I wasn't!" Mabel suddenly blurted out. "After Weirdmageddon, I felt terrible! I freak out whenever I hear techno music! It reminds me of that horrible place!" She started crying again. "Going goth was my way of coping! I-I-I hate bright colors because of Mabel Land!" She calmed down a bit. "It's why I'm glad that I used up nearly all of my sweaters on those Shacktron parachutes..."

"Come on, Mabel," Dipper said, rubbing his sister's back. "If it makes you feel better, Pacifica and I will have a little indoor camp out with you."

"Wait, what?" Pacifica asked.

Dipper nudged Pacifica in the arm with his elbow. "Are you okay with that?" he asked Mabel.

The short-haired girl nodded again. "Great," Dipper said, heading back to his bedroom. "I'll get the pillows and blankets."

For the rest of the night, Pacifica took part in the indoor camp out with Dipper and Mabel. They chatted about what happened to them over the past six years and played a bit of Truth or Dare or Don't. Needless to say, it was the most fun Pacifica ever had that evening. Not even the thoughts of those nightmares could ruin her good mood.