A/N: Oh my gosh, I'm so angry at myself rn. I DELETED THIS ENTIRE FREAKING CHAPTER BY ACCIDENT BEFORE AND NOW I HAVE TO WRITE IT ALL OVER AGAIN GRRRRRRRR but here it is. Hopefully this won't get deleted... AHHHH RAGEEEE D:

"Alright, I'm in my human form right now. Now can we talk?" Bill asked, sighing.

"Yeah," Pacifica answered, still looking at Bill. "We can."

Bill took a deep breath. He knew that Pacifica would need a lot more persuasion than the typical human. But he was ready. "Alright, Llama-"

"Oh, one more thing," Pacifica interrupted. "Call me Pacifica. Please."

"But of course," Bill seethed. Suddenly, he remembered that he had to make a deal, and composed himself. Demons didn't make deals with a bad attitude, now, did they? "Alright, Pacifica. Here's the deal. I've been needing something that you have. And if you give me what I want, I can give you back your parents."

Pacifica raised an eyebrow at Bill. "'And if you give me what I want'?"

"Relax, kid, I'm not gonna ask for your first-born child or your soul or anything like that. In fact, it doesn't have anything to do with you."

Pacifica searched Bill for any sign that he was lying, but there wasn't any. He may have been actually telling the truth.

"Wait," a thought crossed Pacifica's mind that made her pause. "How did you know that my parents were missing in the first place?"

Bill shrugged. "It may or may not have something to do with the fact that I'm a dream demon. But that's none of my business."

Pacifica bit her lip. "So, you know where they are?"

"Yep."

"A-are you gonna tell me?" Pacifica asked, slightly scared of his answer.

Suddenly, Bill threw his head back and broke out in a hysterical fit of laughter that gave Pacifica goosebumps. "AHAHA! You seriously think that I'm just gonna give you your parents, just like that! Have you ever met a demon before? They don't give freebies, you know."

"Well, what do you want?" Pacifica questioned, becoming a little more irritated at Bill.

A static-y noise filled Pacifica's head. Bill's mouth was moving, but no voice was coming out. Everything was fuzzy, like bad radio reception. "I'm waking up," she thought out loud. "At least, I think I'm waking up."

Bill suddenly got very frigid. "No! You can't wake up! I didn't even tell you what I wanted! I can't come back-"

And then it was morning.

Pacifica rolled over to the left in Mabel's bed, still holding Mr. Rhino. "Ugh," she groaned. "That dream was weird."

She propped herself up with her arms, surveying the room. After all the events last night, she didn't really have a chance to really look at the room.

The first thing she noticed was the triangle shaped window, where pale sunbeams came into the room. Pacifica gritted her teeth, remembering Bill. "Stupid isosceles dream demon."

Other than that, the room was pretty basic. Wooden walls and floors, different mold spots on the ceiling, and everything else seemed normal for an attic.

"SURPRISE!" a loud shout jolted Pacifica awake. She knew the source of the voice was only Mabel, but it startled her all the same. Pacifica turned her head to see Mabel, holding out a tray with food on it.

"You scared me," Pacifica noted, as if that wasn't already obvious.

Mabel gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry... but, hey!" She gestured to the tray. "Breakfast in bed! I hope you're not allergic to eggs, I made you an omelet shaped like your face."

"No, I'm not allergic." Pacifica looked down at the omelet, noting, "It actually does look like my face!"

"Stan said the exact same thing!" Mabel noted, placing the tray down next to Pacifica. As soon as the tray was on her bed, Pacifica immediately started to cut the omelet, remembering how hungry she was.

There was a few moments of silence before Mabel mentioned, "There was something else I needed to tell you."

Pacifica finished chewing before saying, "What was it?"

"We were going to go down to the arcade today," Mabel explained. "I wanted to know if you'd like to join us. I mean, I didn't know if you even liked video games, so-"

"Are you kidding?" Pacifica interrupted, enthusiastically. "I LOVE video games!"

Mabel was very much surprised at this. "Really? You like Fight Fighters and NORT and-?"

"ALL OF THEM!" Pacifica threw her hands up in the air for dramatic effect.

Mabel grinned. "Well, then, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Pacifica jumped out of bed, putting on a sweater and skirt set that Mabel lent her. This was going to be the best day ever.

The car ride was full of anxious excitement for Pacifica. Some of her best childhood memories came from the arcade. Her father would always take her there. At least, before he got that business deal.

The world was not a kind place for Pacifica Northwest.

But the arcade was.

Stan Pines drove his retro red car into a handicapped parking space, knocking over the sign in the process.

"Grunkle Stan, are you even considered handicapped in the state of Oregon?" Dipper questioned as they got out of the car.

"I'm elderly. They'll make an exception, Dipper."

Pacifica smiled at the sight of the old arcade. Not much has changed about it. The old wooden sign was still hanging up on the front of the building, and from the looks of the front window, most of the same games were there.

"You excited?" Mabel asked Pacifica in a singsong voice, giving her playful punches on the arm. "'Cuz I'm excited!"

"I never knew that you liked to play video games," Dipper joined in on their conversation. "You never seemed like the type to me."

Pacifica nodded. "I stopped playing for a long time, since none of my so-called 'friends' wanted to join me. But I bet that I can still kick your butt at Fight Fighters."

Dipper smiled as Mabel "OH-ed" behind him. "You seriously think you can? Alright, then. But don't say I didn't warn you."

As soon as Dipper, Mabel, and Pacifica went into the arcade, they bolted straight to the back, where Fight Fighters was. Mabel watched with excitement as Dipper and Pacifica both inserted their quarters to play.

"CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER!" the game shouted.

"I call Rumble McSkirmish!" Dipper and Pacifica both shouted at the same time.

Pacifica turned the slightest shade of pink before saying, "You can have him, it's alright. I like Dr. Karate."

"Alright then."

The pixelated animation showed a poorly-made airplane flying to Japan before a small cutscenes started.

"Ugh, why do they have to have cutscenes in multiplayer games?" Pacifica asked, leaning on the arcade cabinet. "It's just a delay on me winning."

Dipper smiled. "You take that back!" he yelled, trying to make himself sound like Rumble McSkirmish. "Hehe..."

The "Start Fight!" screen popped up, putting a halt to the conversation. Pacifica wrapped her hand around the joystick and the other prepared to hit the buttons. She was ready to win this.

"And... FIGHT!"

Pacifica got the first hit. She made Dr. Karate do a quick upper-cut, which wasn't very much damage, but it still got her somewhat bragging rights. "I hit first! Woo!"

Dipper smiled again. He wasn't aware of how much he was smiling, but he couldn't help himself. This new Pacifica was one of the coolest people he'd ever met. Of course, maybe he was exaggerating a bit, this WAS their first interaction with her new self. Yet...

"BOOM!" Pacifica shouted, throwing her hands up in the air as Rumble McSkirmish fell to the ground. "I win!" She turned to Mabel, offering a double-high-five, which she accepted.

Dipper looked at the screen in shock. No one had ever beaten him in Fight Fighters before. Except maybe Rumble McSkirmish... but that was beside the point.

"What? That's not fair, man. I wasn't even paying attention!"

Pacifica turned away from Mabel, looking at Dipper. A quirky smile came up on her face before saying, "You snooze, you lose!"

Dipper had no choice but to smile back. She did have a point.

Suddenly, the smell of cologne and hormones filled the air. Dipper stiffened.

Robbie.

He walked into the back corner, even more emotional than usual. His black hair was even longer, and his eyeliner got thicker. Dipper bit his lip. Without Wendy here, Robbie would take the chance to practically KILL him. And he did. Somewhat.

When Robbie saw Dipper, his gaze hardened. "Well, if it isn't Dipper. How's that whole Wendy thing going for you?"

"Great, actually," Dipper smirked. "Wendy and I are best friends, and I'm over her. In a romantic way."

Robbie rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like that's possible for you."

Pacifica couldn't stand there and watch Dipper being insulted like that. She stood next to Dipper and said, "Actually, it is. Dipper already has a new girlfriend." She nudged Dipper ever so slightly, letting him know her plan.

"Oh, really? Who?"

"Right there," Dipper wrapped his arm around Pacifica, bringing her in for somewhat of a hug. "Pacifica is my new girlfriend."

Pacifica maintained her cool. This was exactly what she was expecting. Until Robbie started to target her.

"Wow, Pacifica Northwest." Robbie shifted his gaze from Dipper to Pacifica. "I would've never guessed. Especially after what happened to your parents." The words stung Pacifica like knives. "I wonder how they're doing right now? Maybe tortured, starved, dead..."

"Robbie, shut up," Dipper snapped, bringing Pacifica closer to him. "You're getting her upset."

"No crap, Sherlock," Robbie rolled his eyes again. "That's pretty much the point."

That's when Mabel decided to speak up. "Hey, leave Dipper and Pacifica alone, you jerk!" She walked over to Robbie and kicked him in the ankle, which really didn't do much damage to him.

Robbie let out a small laugh as he ruffled Mabel's hair. "This one I can stand. She's adorable."

Dipper got really mad, then. "Get off my sister!"

Mabel continued to kick Robbie's ankle, unaware that it wasn't doing anything. "Yeah! Get off me!"

Robbie put two hands up, as if he were surrendering. "Fine, fine." He looked down at Mabel. "You can stop kicking me now."

"NEVER!"

Robbie looked at Dipper. "Like I said, adorable."

"Don't you dare call my sister adorable after what you said to Pacifica," Dipper shouted, not loud enough to get attention, but just enough to make a statement. "Just leave us alone."

"'Just leave us alone!'" Robbie mimicked Dipper. He laughed a little bit before saying, "Alright, alright. I'll go. See you losers around." Then, they waited until he walked out the door, hormones and all.

"Robbie's such a jerk," Mabel hissed, crossing her arms.

"I know, right," Dipper agreed, turning around to face Pacifica. He let out a small gasp as he saw Pacifica crying, curled up in a little ball on the ground. He didn't realize how upset she was. He rushed over to her, giving her the biggest hug he could muster.

Pacifica turned her head to the side, just enough so Dipper could see her face. Her tears flowed down her cheeks like waterfalls. "I-I wanna go h-home..."

"We're going home, don't worry," he reassured Pacifica. "Mabel, go tell Grunkle Stan we need to go back. Pacifica's really upset... I'll take care of her, don't worry about her. GO!"

And what was supposed to be the best day ever, turned into the worst.

A/N: Yikes, that might've been more upsetting than I meant for it to be. BUT to brighten things up, I got an AMAZING suggestion from a reviewer that I should do a code that the end of each chapter for readers to enjoy! So, thank you, A Random Guest! :D

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