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Theta K it back again once again and am ready to serve up some fanfiction goodness!

The seventh chapter is here!

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i got only ONE review the last chapter, and that was after nearly four days of waiting!

at first i thought that fanfiction was down, but i was getting views, so that was out of the window.

Clearly this got me into a depressive slump and it took me a whole lotta time to get this chapter written out.

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Dipper

Sipper found it odd how Stan had neglected to mention the extra person that was with them at that moment, but he figures that it probably had something to do with meeting his brother after thirty years.

The twins led Pacifica to the creaky wooden staircase that would lead them to their destination. The three of them were exhausted and some good night's sleep would doo all of them some good. The three slowly made their way towards the attic of the mystery shack where the twins stayed.

When they finally reached the door, Dipper paused. He contemplated on how he should introduce the room. He was sure that it would be in a complete mess.

One side of it at the very least...

He finally just decided to gonwiyh the flow, and opened the door, revealing the inside to his newest companion.

He was nearly a hundred percent sure that Pacifica would be able to make out who slept on which siflde if the room.

The room was neatly divided into two near perfect halves.

One side of the room featured hot pink wall paper and numerous posters ranging from boy bands, popstars and there was even one cute vampire guy.

On the bed were several empty candy wrappers and sewing supplies, along with a bunch of wool.

On this sugar infested mass of cotton and spring was a very pink, and very cute pig, who was snoozing away in all of its glory.

That was Mabel's side of the room if anyone was wondering.

On the other side of the attic was the organized mess that Dipper spent all of his free time in. There were charts, graphs and even a weird map of sorts.

The bed was neatly arranged and the pillows were nice and puffed. It was a stark contrast to his twin's side of the room. Not that Dipper minded being his organized self. He was the order to the chaos that was his older twin.

Pari and Elviya fluttered out of Pacifica's hair. They both looked disheveled and tired too.

Shaking herself vigorously, Pari commented rather dryly, "Your hair smells like dirt."

Pacifica pretended to not take any offense to that statement.

"Pari! Don't be rude!" The the other fairy admonished her friend bonking her on the head.

Parish rubbed the injured part with a small pout

"Pfft.I didn't say it smelled bad." The Indian fairy pouted deeper. "I like the smell of dirt."

The tomboy of the group was clearly the Raven haired mythical being.

Elviya just humph-ed and crossed her arms over her chest. The two of them had a nice look around the attic.

Suddenly, the dark skinned fairy's eyes widened,

"I call dibs on the cute vampire!" Pari fluttered over to one of the many posters on Mabel's side of the room and flew headfirst into the sheet of paper.

"Oww..." She whined as she rubbed her forehead in pain. It was the same place where Elviya had/hit her

"Serves you right..." Elviya muttered under her breath, but Pari didn't seem to hear her. Dipper was pretty sure that she was pretending, because as soon as Elviya turns her head, Pari sticks out a tongue at her in a mocking fashion.

While contemplating the sleeping arrangements for the tiny humanoids, Dipper got an idea.

Dipper grabbed a spare pillow and made a makeshift bed for their two new friends. It wasn't much but it seemed to be more than enough.

The two plopped onto the pillow and were fast asleep in a matter of seconds. They must have been tired, not that Dipper could blame them.

Dipper sighed and took a look around at his, and his sisters room. Waddles had awoken on sensing that there were more people in the room and was content with cuddling up against his sisters legs.

Mabel busts gushes and picks up her little companion and hugs him, apologizing profusely for temporarily abandoning him.

Dipper shook his head and took another look around the attic.

It took Dipper a few moments to realize that there would be another problem. A big one.

"Where is Pacifica gonna sleep?" Mabel stole the words out of his mouths before he could utter them. Some kind of weird twin mind link thing, he guessed.

Dipper was in a fix. There wasn't nearly enough space on either of the beds to fit two people, and he wasn't about to make his friend sleep on the floor.

He then got an idea,

"Mabel," he called out, "Push your bed to the center of the room. And clear the wrappers too."

He then got to pushing his own bed, it was easier than it seemed, the cheap wood and light mattress easily was pushed by the both of them.

Pacifica simply observed, seemingly getting a vague idea of what was going on.

After a few minutes of pushing and pulling, they were done. It wasn't perfectly centered, but Dipper was far too tired to care. He would fix it up come next morning.

The three of them could sleep rather comfortably now, that was all that mattered at the moment, his OCD could wait untull they were rested.

Mabel ran over to her side of the combined bed and plopped down after messily dusting her bed off from remaining wrappers. The day had sapped her never ending supply of energy too it seemed.

Dipper let Pacifica take the center of the two beds, and he, himself got onto the other edge of the bed. He took in a deep breath and his nostrils were flooded with the overwhelming smell of lavender, and dirt.

It was the girls hair.

He didn't realize how tired he was until his head hit the pillow.

He was downright exhausted, but his curiosity about the author kept him awake a little while longer. He still found it hard to believe that the author of the journals was his great uncle. As it, actually related to him. It was mindblowing to think that the freaking author was Stan's twin brother.

Pacifica had fallen deep asleep by the time he had gotten his thoughts into gear. She looked beautiful with her blonde princess curls cascading down her breathtakingly amazing features.

Dipper felt exhausted creep through his body as he gave out yet another deep sigh.

Pqcifica shivered slightly and Dipper wrapped his arms around her, and themselves in a blanket to veil themselves from the cold..

He brushed away some of her hair in a nurturing manner,

"Good Night Sif..." Dipper planted a light kiss on her exposed forehead and turned around to rest for the day.

I love you...


Pacifica

She was in the dark.

She was alone.

She was scared.

She frantically looked around but there was no one.

Nothing.

Just a blank emptyness that surrounded her.

Then her vision blurred, she was no longer in a black abyss, but she was in the woods. She recognized where she was. She had a rush of déjà vu at the sight before her. She could see herself in third person. But the events grew to be gruesomely familiar.

Her doppelganger was panting as she ran through the depths of the deem and dark woods. She had no idea how much longer she could continue running. She was hungry and her bag was weighing her down. Just as it seemed she was going to outrun him,

She tripped.

"Aah!"

It was a tree branch. She fell on her face.

She tried frantically getting up but she couldn't move and a rapist was onto her. She was terrified.

"That was a nice chase ya gave me Missy. Got my adrenaline ready and pumping." He stalked closer to the downed girl.

Pacifica felt her hair stand up on its end as she choked back sobs.

"Stay back!" The apparition of herself yelled out to the older male.

"Aww why would I do that" he had a demented smirk on his face, "'specially when ya look so sexy sprawled out on the ground like that." He smacked his lips, causing Pacifica to almost hurl in disgust.

She screamed again, as loud as her lungs allowed her.

"Music to my ears" the man chirped with a lust filled gaze, fixed on the blonde ex-heiress. He brought his foot out and planted it on her right elbow. Hard.

Crack!

Her double yelled out in pain. Her elbow had snapped like a twig.

Tears streamed down the doppelganger's cheeks as she accepted her fate.

The man pulled out a small knife. "Can't be leaving evidence now can we" it was clear he planned on killing her once he was done. Fear gripped her heart as she closed her eyes.

Pacificas eyes snapped open.

A dream?

She was in cold sweat. She took a frantic look around at her surroundings.

She was at the Mystery Shack.

She breathed a sigh if relied as she hugged her knees and attempted to return to her slumber.

It was easier said than done.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours, she fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

One that she was thankful for.


Whelp... Hate to bring back ghosts of times past but... Oh well...

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