A/N: *hysterically sobs* I AM SO SORRY I DIDN'T UPDATE ON MONDAY LIKE I WAS SUPPOSED TO I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH AND I JUST FORGOT AND SCHOOL'S STARTING SOON AND I'M UNDER IMMENSE AMOUNTS OF STRESS AND WAAH. ;^; PLEASE FORGIVE ME
-2 hours later-
Okay, I've calmed down now. Here's a new chapter, and I'll make it EXTRA long for you guys. :)
Once again, SUPER ÜBER SORRY. But hopefully, this update will make up for it.
It didn't take long for them to get back to the Mystery Shack. By the time they pulled into the parking lot, Mabel was fast asleep.
"I'll go take Mabel upstairs," Grunkle Stan stated once they were inside, carrying the smaller girl in his arms. "Why don't you guys, I don't know, go watch a movie downstairs or something? I'll take care of Mabel."
"Thanks, Grunkle Stan," Dipper responded. Once Grunkle Stan and Mabel were upstairs, he plopped down on the couch, remote in hand. "So, Pacifica, what do you want to watch?"
Pacifica didn't say anything at first. And when she did, it had nothing to do with the question at hand. "I'm sorry for being so emotional."
Dipper looked at her, tilting his head. "Wha-?"
"I just, haven't been myself. I've spent most of my time here crying, and it hasn't even been two days yet! It's not like me to be like this. And-" Pacifica paused, stomping her foot on the shag carpet. "Crap, I'm doing it again!"
Dipper scratched his arm, unsure of what to say next. Without Mabel playing matchmaker, he had no idea what to say. "It's fine, don't worry about it-"
"It's not fine!" Pacifica began to vent. "My parents are missing! I spent my entire life pretending to be someone I'm not! Why am I breaking so easily? This wasn't part of-" Pacifica sighed. "Look, let's just watch a movie."
"O-okay?" Dipper answered uneasily. He knew Mabel would disapprove of his response, but honestly, he had no idea of how to respond to that. "Just whatever happens, know that I'll be here-"
As Dipper turned on the TV mid-sentence, an ear-splitting shriek emitted from the TV. Pacifica screamed, covering her ears. It was the most horrifying sound she ever heard. It was worse than nails on a chalkboard, or forks scratching porcelain plates.
But Dipper didn't have a reaction to it at all. Well, to the TV, at least. He was staring at Pacifica with fear, eyes wide, his mouth moving rapidly. He was probably asking if she was okay or something like that. Which she obviously wasn't.
"Turn it off!" Pacifica demanded, screaming, tears welling up in her eyes. "Turn it off-!"
Finally, it stopped. Pacifica shakily removed her hands from her ears, beginning to cry.
"What happened?" Dipper asked, jumping down from the couch and rushing to Pacifica's side. He gave her reassuring pats on the back, trying to help her calm down.
Pacifica murmured, "Th-the TV. Didn't y-you hear it?"
"All I was hearing was the Gravity Falls Bargain Movie Showcase lineup."
"T-that's not what I heard! There was- It was-"
Dipper placed his hands on Pacifica's shoulders, silencing her. He opened his mouth to say something extra reassuring, when all of a sudden, Pacifica toppled backwards unexpectedly, Dipper ending up on top of her.
Apparently, Dipper didn't realize that he wasn't supposed to use pressure when touching someone's shoulders. Mabel should've mentioned that in her Mabel's Guide to Dating seminar-quiz-thing.
Grunkle Stan came downstairs hurriedly. "Is everything okay down here?" He looked at the two on the floor, and raised an eyebrow. "Dipper...?"
Dipper's face turned beet red in an instant. He practically leaped off Pacifica, getting rugburn in the process. "Ah, uh, it's not what it looks like!"
"Dipper, I know you're going through that whole puberty phase, but we're going to have to draw the line somewhere."
Dipper turned even redder, if that was even possible. "She just- fell down!"
"Sure, she did," Grunkle Stan rolled his eyes. "Dipper, we're gonna have to have a little talk. Pacifica, you go upstairs. Dipper will come apologize to you in a moment."
Pacifica was too busy trying not to break out laughing to be upset or defend Dipper. Dipper shot her a pleading look, but she just shrugged her shoulders, a small laugh passing her lips.
Pacifica rushed upstairs, trying to keep calm. But once she was upstairs, the laugh she'd been trying to hold in finally let loose. She laughed and laughed, her sides aching and happy tears flowing from her eyes.
She had never laughed so much in her entire life.
Mabel woke up, Pacifica's laughs interrupting her previously peaceful sleep. "W-what's going on? What's so funny?"
Pacifica wiped a tear from her eye, recounting the story as best she could without laughing. At the end, Mabel and Pacifica were both, literally, rolling on the floor laughing.
"HAHA!" Mabel practically screamed. "Oh, man, I wish I'd been able to see that! At least my stomachache is gone now."
Then, there was a knock at the door. Mabel and Pacifica shushed each other, giggling. "Come in!" Pacifica called out, snickering.
Dipper opened the door, his face still completely red. Grunkle Stan stood behind him sternly, but a quirky smile was on his face as well.
"Go on, Dipper," Stan prodded. "Apologize to Pacifica."
"I-I'm sorry I violated your personal space."
"A-and?"
"It won't happen again."
Pacifica let out a snicker before saying, "Okay, I forgive you."
"You're going to pay for this," Dipper whispered under his breath playfully. It was apparent that he had been laughing quite a bit, too.
Grunkle Stan sighed. "All right, everyone back to bed. Dipper, that means you. Pacifica, Mabel, you guys don't have to go to sleep yet if you don't want. Just try to keep it quiet, okay? Old men like me need sleep."
"Goodnight, Grunkle Stan!" Mabel waved goodbye as the two left. "Goodnight, Dipper!"
"Night!" Pacifica called out, even though they were gone by then.
"Do you want to play Attic Stuff Mini-Golf?" Mabel questioned, motioning to two golf clubs leaning up against the wall.
Pacifica smiled. "You bet."
There were no dreams that night. No Bill, either. But not for long.
The next morning, Grunkle Stan decided to have Mabel take the day off, since she was still kind of queasy from all the sugar. Dipper, however...
"Dude, Stan totally told me everything that happened last night," Soos whispered to Dipper as he began to clean one of the windows. "I remember when I was your age, and girls thought I was the 'cooliest'."
"Help. Me." Dipper begged to the ceiling.
"Ah, the Mystery Shack," Bill smiled to himself, standing outside the wooden building. "Long time, no see. I'll just borrow the girl for a little bit, and inform her of the deal..."
Bill looked down at his clothes and made a face of disgust. To fit in at Gravity Falls, he had bought tourist shirts and a motley assortment of pants. Right now, he was wearing an XXL size salmon shirt that says "I Love Grandma" and a pair of black skinny jeans that he'd found over at Broken Hearts' house. "Ew," he muttered to himself.
He heard two playful squeals behind him. Bill turned around to see Shooting Star and Golden Llama, playing around on a fallen tree together. He wouldn't have even recognized her if it weren't for her platinum blonde hair.
He smiled to himself.
One step closer to his goal.
One step closer to chaos' reign.
A/N: DUN DUN DUN! BILLY'S BACK! Did everyone see that Sock Opera teaser trailer yet? I literally spazzed out when I saw it. BILL IS LOVE, BILL IS LIFE.
Well, hopefully, next chapter will come a lot quicker. I promise you though, I'm not one of those people who is going to leave you hanging for like, three years. I will not stop until all my stories are finished. :) Hakuna matata.
Here is this chapter's code! HINT: C=B=A
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Okie! Well, I hope you enjoyed this little chappie of fluff. I can assure you, things will only get more intense from here!
Buy gold, bye!
Amiable Hamburglar
P.S: A reviewer by the name of dukekitty suggested to change Pacifica's cipher name to something with two words. So, I changed it to Golden Llama, because that seems fitting. So thank you, dukekitty! :)