~Pacifica's p.o.v.~
Dear Diary,
A whole week in Gravity Falls has flown by already. We've spent the days working in the Shack, exploring the forest, and meeting people around town. I've slept deeper than I ever had, partly due to the exhaustion of having fun, and partly from the exposure to such fresh air. The one thing that's been bugging me in the past 7 days is the Tent of Telepathy. Each day my curiosity has grown stronger, and Gideon feels the same way. We decided on spending the little money Stan pay us for tickets to the show, and tonight's the night! I love magic tricks, and maybe I can get an autograph from them to add to my collection! It's been so hot I've had to ditch my favorite sweater. My sky blue tank top, white shorts, and high ponytail are the only things keeping me from panting like a dog. I wish Stan had an extra fan to spare. OH! And by the way, don't forget to send that postcard back home!
-Sincerely, Paz
I sighed in content as I closed my diary. The audience buzzed with excitement within the pale blue tent, Gideon waved a paper fan in front of his face in an attempt to cool the trapped heat to no avail. We arrived a bit too early, so I decided to write a quick entry in my diary to kill time. The lights dimmed unexpectedly and my eyes blinked to adjust to the darkness.
A spotlight illuminated the empty stage. The light shut off, and flickered back to life a second later, revealing the sudden appearance of two mysterious teenagers.
"Whoa…" I whispered underneath my breath. A boy and a girl stood confidently on stage. Their costumes were dark and strikingly grand, I could feel myself being drawn into to their aura like a magnet.
"We, the Twins of Telepathy, invite you on a journey through the unknown mindscape of magic and mystique! Prepare to be astounded!" She projected her smooth voice throughout the room and I'm fidgeting with anticipation. Her brother gives a small nod and they begin their show.
For 20 minutes I'm entertained by their telekinesis, knife throwing, and eerie cyan gems. Throughout the acts I learn that the girl's name is Mabel and her brother's name is Dipper, I can only assume he is named after the interesting Big Dipper shaped birthmark on his forehead which he holds with pride. I can't help but focus on him the entire time, the way he moves is so graceful, and his expression is so mysterious and hard to find a word to describe.
"Now we would like a volunteer from the audience, someone willing to open their mind for the world to see!" Dipper announces. Many bodies jump out of their seats, waving frantically and shouting for his attention. The crowd all suddenly stares at me, and I'm enveloped in the hot white light. It takes Gideon shaking my arm for me to realize that Dipper is pointing directly at me, he tries to hide a smirk behind his bright smile. I'm urged on by cheering and find myself climbing the steps to the stage. Dipper's eyes follow my every move and he takes my hand to guide me to a stool. Mabel gives me a quick once over and addresses the blur of figures where I once sat.
"Pacifica Northwest will now have her mind opened, her arms, legs, and voice will be under the control of my dear brother. Does the crowd have any requests for our new puppet?" She asks. My heart skips a beat when she says my full name and I can feel my palms becoming sweaty.
Dipper's eyes and amulet begin to glow a faint cyan, something I wouldn't have been able to notice from the audience. Our eyes lock together and I can't bring myself to look away. He murmurs underneath his breath and I'm suddenly trapped in a bubble containing only him and I. The roar of the stage melts away, I'm lost for hours or maybe just seconds in his eyes.
The noise floods back once more and I'm shocked back into reality. Mabel looks at me confused and the crowd is silent. I look at Dipper and he is still staring straight at me, his head tilted oh so slightly in awe and he finally snaps out of it. He looks disoriented and then extremely angry, at me.
"It appears that Pacifica's mind is too closed off for us to break into. May I ask for another volunteer from the audience?" Mabel stammers, something weird obviously just happened and I don't know what. Firm hands take hold of my bicep and squeeze uncomfortably tight. Dipper looms over me and guides me roughly off stage and into a small dressing room. My throat tightens up in fear, why is he so furious with me?
"What the fuck was that? How did you do that? How CAN you do that? Are you a witch? A demon?" He fires off at me breathlessly. With each question he takes a step closer, and I take a step back until my back is against a wall.
"I have no idea what you're talking about! I swear!" I plead with him. Dipper's eyes are icy and he clearly doesn't believe a word I say. He leans in closer and I can smell his cologne faintly lingering on his cloak. He's trying to intimidate me into giving the truth, which he's doing frighteningly well.
"How did you… hypnotize me…?" My mind doesn't comprehend what he's asking, confusion must have been apparent on my face. Dipper sighs and gives me a foot or two of personal space, but doesn't let his deathly gaze break.
"I apologize for how I acted, it was excessive of me. But I'm not letting you out of my sight until I can figure out how on Earth you controlled me like that. Would you please sit with me while I figure this out." He clutched his nose bridge in annoyance and shoos me towards the table with his free hand.
I cautiously take a seat and hold my head in my hands. He thinks I'm a demon?
"I should have listened to Grunkle Stan." I whispered under my breath. Gideon is probably freaking out in the audience wondering where the hell we are. Dipper removes his cloak and hangs in off the back of his chair before taking a seat. He leans back on two legs and gazes at me in wonder. My cheeks burn at the attention I'm getting before I can tell them otherwise.
After maybe 5 minutes of awkward silence, there's a loud knock on the door.
"Are you in there Pacifica? Let her go, Dipper!" I hear Gideon yell. Dipper rolls his eyes and the door flies open as if a ghost wanted to invite him in. Gideon tumbles to the ground and my jaw drops.
"Wait. You're actually magic? I thought everything was staged!" The past ordeal suddenly makes a heck of a lot more sense, if he is actually magic, then there was a legitimate reason why he thought I could have been a demon. If he had it, then nothing prevented me from possibly having it too. Gideon gets back on his feet and charges at Dipper, who is ignoring him and taking a sip from his cup.
At the last second before anyone could make contact, Gideon is lifted into the air and Dipper spits out his drink in disgust.
"Bleugh. I despise cold tea." He wipes his wet lip off with a napkin before even acknowledging the floating boy.
"It's not polite barging in like that, why, Pacifica and I are just having a chat. Aren't we?" He scolds. I uncertainly nod in agreement and Gideon calms down a bit. Another voice joins the ever crowding room and I catch Mabel taking in the situation.
"Who's this adorable boy? Dipper? Let him down, I'd like to visit with him." Mabel squeals with delight. Gideon is whisked off by Mabel before the whole situation made any sense.
"It doesn't make any sense to me either, darling." Dipper says, I clasp my hand over my mouth as if I muttered my thoughts out loud.
"Don't use your telepathy on me! That's so, ugh! Privacy, dude!" I say and furrow my brows in disgust.
"My apologies, it's sometimes hard to tune out." We sit silent for another moment.
"Do you want to try it again? I swear I don't have magic. But maybe I could recreate what happened?" I ask softly, he thinks it over for a second and gives a curt nod.
We each lean in slightly over the table and look into each other's eyes, which is strangely intimate. His eyes slowly glaze over and his head tilts ever so slightly. His icy glare softens to the point where he looks almost vulnerable. Dipper's hand gingerly reaches out and tucks a stray hair behind my ear. My face must be as red as a tomato at this point.
"You're so... captivating..." He whispers so low I barely caught it. This is all too weird, so I snap my hand in front of his face and stand up quickly. His expression hardens once more, a hint of red graces his cheeks but it may have been nothing more than a trick of the light.
He stands up and clears his throat, extending his hand out we awkwardly shake hands.
"Thank you for coming to my show, Pacifica Northwest. Have a good evening." I nod and shuffle out of the room as fast as I can. Dozens of thoughts race through my head, the biggest one being 'What the heck just happened?" My head collides with a solid mass and I quickly regain my balance. Mabel Pines glares at me with wild eyes, and she begins circling me like a vulture. Her presence stops centimeters away from my back. I stiffen, her hot breath against my neck reminds me of a scene from a horror movie.
"I don't know what you did to my brother, but I will do anything to protect him. And I mean anything." She hisses and suddenly, she's gone. The chill down my spine doesn't go away until I'm safe in bed. The Big Dipper shines through the window at the last moment of consciousness, and my hair stands on end once again.
Intense chapter is intense. Having a lot of fun writing this! Will is going to be more or less Bill, but he can only communicate through the dreamscape, unlike Bill who can actually be on Earth. It will make more sense later on, Thanks for reading!