A/N: Coming back to this chapter after two weeks, I'm gonna post a big I'M SORRY here and at the bottom Author's Note, but here's what I had originally written:
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Bill walked over to Golden Llama and Shooting Star, silently cursing the fact that he couldn't just hover over there.
The price he had to pay for turning into a lanky human was way too extreme for his liking.
No powers for a week.
"Golden Llama, you'd better accept my deal," Bill thought to himself, gritting his teeth.
Shooting Star's laugh reminded him to focus on what was at stake. He took a deep breath before putting on a huge smile and walking towards the two girls.
Showtime.
"Excuse me," he called out. The blonde turned her head, meeting Bill's gaze, a questioning look on her face. She almost immediately recognized him and froze. "Do you mind showing me where the Mystery Tours begin?"
Mabel immediately answered him, her braces-filled smile catching him off-guard. "Of course! Follow me, it's right over-"
Bill became panicky. Golden Llama was supposed to be the one to answer him, not Shooting Star.
Pacifica, on the other hand, was more concerned with Mabel than what Bill wanted from her. "N-no, it's okay, Mabes. I'll show him where it is."
Mabel seemed the tiniest bit troubled, but then, she shook it off with a smile. "Alright! Just don't take too long!"
Pacifica looked over at Bill. When he was wearing black skinny jeans with an XXL pink "I Love Grandma" shirt, he wasn't that terrifying. "Come on, it's this way."
Bill walked across the thin layer of grass, Pacifica in front of him. He didn't need his powers to know that she was nervous. Just by the way she walked, with her uneven steps and the way she slowed down at random times. She was scared of him.
He followed Pacifica all the way to the back of the Mystery Shack, where she stopped to talk to him. She turned around; arms crossed, instantly demanding, "What's your problem?"
"You never let me finish my deal," Bill answered matter-of-factly.
"I don't care," Pacifica shot back. "Leave me alone, and stop following me like some creepy stalker."
Bill rolled his eyes. "I'm a dream demon. 'Creepy stalker' is in the job description."
"Well, then, that's stupid."
"Hey, if there's one thing you should know about dream demons, it's that they won't stop to get what they want. Stalking is part of that."
"And what could you possibly want from me?" Pacifica asked, slightly unfolding her arms. She was becoming more nervous by the second.
"The Pines twins," Bill answered. "In exchange for your parents. You give me your new best friends, and I'll give you back your parents."
Pacifica stood there, shocked. "You know where my parents are?"
"I don't have time to play the Question Game," Bill snapped. "I had to give up my powers for a week just to talk to you. Are we going to have a deal or not?"
"Why didn't you just go into my head again and tell me there?"
Bill rolled his eyes again. He hated explaining dream demon rules to people, especially to stubborn preteens. "Dream demons can only enter a person's mind once."
"Oh," Pacifica responded, as if that was obvious all along. But on the inside, she was beyond terrified. Her only friends for her parents? Sure, she missed her parents, but what would that be compared to missing Dipper and Mabel?
"So?" Bill questioned, an eerie smile crossing his face. Blue flames flickered at his fingertips, much to Pacifica's surprise. (Demons could still make deals in human form, you know.) "Do we have a-"
"Wait."
Bill's eye twitched, angered at being interrupted. "WHAT?"
Pacifica repeated her answer again, more confidently this time. "I want my parents back, but you can't just ask me to trade Dipper and Mabel in for them. Plus, there's probably a catch, isn't there?"
Anger boiled inside of Bill. He was going to explode at any moment, and Pacifica was going to face his wrath. Of course, he had a few tricks up his sleeve. But that was just bad demon business if she already knew what was coming.
"Listen," he began to speak, a threatening tone to his voice. Pacifica took a step back. "I have worked way too hard, sacrificed way too much, just to be pushed aside by your ignorant little self."
"It's not my fault that I don't want to make a deal with a demon," Pacifica retorted, her argumentative tone fading with every sentence she spoke.
And five minutes later, that was exactly what she did.
Pacifica had made a deal with the devil.
Meanwhile, inside the Mystery Shack...
Dipper was sitting at the cashier counter, giving change to a little kid buying a Stan bobble-head. The windows were slightly open, letting the quiet sounds of the woods into the gift shop.
Dipper double-checked the correct change in his hands before he handed it back to the girl, who couldn't have been more than six years old. "Twelve dollars is your change."
The little girl smiled up at him, since she was too small to look over the counter. "Thank you!" she shouted gleefully, before rushing off to show her mom her newest trinket.
Since there was no one else in line, Dipper reclined in his chair, taking a few minutes to breathe. Today was even busier than usual, especially since Wendy and Soos were on new attraction duty, and he was the only one there. This was his first break in hours.
Suddenly, two familiar voices came in through the window.
"I have worked way too hard, sacrificed way too much, just to be pushed aside by your ignorant little self."
"It's not my fault that I don't want to make a deal with a demon."
Dipper froze. Thank god none of the tourists heard the voice; they were just chit-chatting among themselves. But Dipper had heard it.
And if he didn't get there soon, Pacifica would be in bigger trouble than she could ever imagine.
Blue flames wrapped around her wrist, Bill's hand tightening on hers. Pacifica fought to keep the tears away from her face. She knew she had made the wrong decision. But it was too late now...
"I'll uphold my end of the bargain in six days, since that's when I'll get my powers back. And as for you," Bill met the gaze of Pacifica, who was trying her best to keep calm. "You'd better get started now."
The sound of quick footsteps separated their hands. Bill, with one last threatening glare to Pacifica, rushed away from the area, just as Dipper came rushing in.
Dipper wiped a trail of sweat on his forehead, panting as he spoke to Pacifica. "A-are you okay-?"
Pacifica tilted her head, trying to steady her voice at the same time. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"It's just that-" Dipper began, but his voice trailed off, not finishing his sentence. "Never mind."
Pacifica silently thanked her parents for three years of forced theatre lessons before going on with her act. "What is it?"
Dipper felt the journal on the inside of his vest pocket. Should he tell Pacifica about the journal or not?
But he had to warn her about Bill.
What if she just passed off everything as a huge joke?
Maybe she'd believe him.
What were the chances of that?
All of the thoughts hurt Dipper's mind, and it made it harder for him to think logically.
Alright, Dipper, on the count of three, he thought to himself. One...
Two...
Three...
"Can you keep a secret, Pacifica?"
A/N: I can't say sorry and thank you and so many other stuff enough to you. I am just so upset that I didn't update sooner, because looking back, I realize how much you guys wanted the next chapter (same for my new Bipper story) and I just feel really bad about it. :/
*virtually hugs*
I'M SORRY BBYS
On a much higher note, I am halfway done with the next chapter, so next update will come next week. AND IF I DON'T DO IT I GIVE YOU ALL PERMISSION TO START A RIOT WITH VIRTUAL PITCHFORKS AND TORCHES AND STUFF
No code this chapter... (I just wanna get it out to you ;-;)
GOSH I'M LIKE THE BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT EVER TODAY I'M SORRY GUYS
I STILL LOVE YOU ALL VERY MUCH, AND IF YOU'RE HAVING A ROUGH DAY TODAY, JUST REMEMBER THAT NO ONE CAN DULL YOUR SPARKLE AND THAT I LOVE YOU
Yours truly,
Amiable Hamburglar