Chapter 6: The Super Sleuthing Sleepover Squad's Spectacular Special

Dipper lunged up the stairs to the attic, all sorts of possibilities flashing through his mind. In this forest, there was no shortage of things that could elicit a scream like that. He ignored the insane fear and paralyzing coldness that gripped his heart. Those wouldn't save his sister. He burst into her room to see the window broken and her running around frantically. "Mabel, what's wrong?!"

"Bear-O's been bearnapped!" she cried.

Dipper took a beat to register. "What?"

"Somebody broke in and took him! I can't find him anywhere!"

Dipper immediately felt the adrenaline get replaced with embarrassment and irritation. Seriously? Bear-o was the concern here? "Don't scream bloody murder because your dumb decapitated bear was stolen!" he snapped. "And while we're on the note, be more worried that something broke into the house than the fact that one of your countless stuffed animals is gone."

"Hey!" she turned to him. "Bear-o has been with me for years! And nothing else is out of place, so relax!"

"You can't remember what's on a grocery list! How are you supposed to remember exactly where everything was in your room?"

"As much as I could film this," Grunkle Stan remarked, having made it up the stairs. "It's not really marketable at your age, so I'd much rather you two figure out what broke my window. In fact, you two, figure out what broke my window."

"Aw, dudes!" Soos chimed in, having followed Stan. "Is this the first big mystery of the summer?"

"I guess," Dipper grumbled. He turned to Mabel. "Are you sure nothing was stolen from your room aside from Bear-o?"

"Positive," she responded. "I spent all of Monday giving everything a proper place. Nothing else is gone."

"Fine then," he relented. "Where was Bear-o before he was taken?"

She pointed to a spot in the corner. He walked over and inspected the ground. There were a few light scratch marks on the ground. Interesting. He looked at the glass scattered on the floor. A few of the pieces had scratches on them as well.

"Grunkle Stan, you haven't done anything up here since we were last here, right?"

"Nope."

"Well, then." He stood up. "Whatever we're dealing with, it's got claws, it's light enough that it can climb up a wooden wall with no issue, but strong enough to shatter the window, and it has no qualms with stealing from people. My guess is a goblin."

"What, like that old wax figure?"

"No, that was Larry King. I'm talking about an actual goblin. Impish, puke-green little things that are notoriously greedy. They fit the bill pretty well."

"Sure it's not going to be five barf fairies dressed up like a goblin?" Mabel asked.

"...What?" Pacifica asked.

"At least I knew Norman was supernatural. You were totally convinced he was human."

"So am I just not going to get context for any of this?"

"Kids!" Stan interrupted. "Look, you need to find that goblin or whatever, and I need to scratch myself in places unsuitable for public, so how about we all help each other out, and you all head into the forest to find out who broke my window."

"Yes!" Soos cheered. "I mean, sorry about your window, Mr. Pines, but, I'm kind of excited about adventuring."

"I don't pay you to be excited, Soos," Stan growled. "I pay you to get work done."

Soos stood up straight and saluted. "Yes, sir!" Then, in a much more excited voice. "C'mon, dudes! Let's go!"

Dipper and Mabel strolled towards the door. "Soos, you get paid now?" Mabel asked.

Soos nodded. "I convinced Mr. Pines a little after Melody came back. Gotta make a living, you know?"

"That's the spirit!" Mabel cheered.

"So, are you just going to leave Pacifica here alone?" Dipper inquired. "Soos and I can handle it just fine."

Mabel shook her head. "Pacifica can come with us," Mabel decided. "I need to get revenge for Bear-o myself."

Dipper looked back at Pacifica. She shrugged her shoulders and followed them. This sounded like it could be fun, and they way they were talking about it, it seemed a lot less dangerous then the mansion incident, so why not?

They marched downstairs, and crossed into the gift shop, where Wendy was dealing with customers. "You guys go ahead," she remarked. "Mr. Pines would kill me if I actually ditched paying customers."

Dipper nodded and walked around the carpet to the outside. Soos, Mabel, and Pacifica followed in silence. That silence stretched from the Shack to deep within the forest. They trekked on with only the occasional snapping twig breaking through the silence. Pacifica contemplated why it was so quiet. She had never known the people of the Mystery Shack to not be noisy. She looked over to Soos, who was looking ahead at the twins, nervously twiddling his fingers. She stared ahead at the twins leading the way, both clearly sulking from the argument they had in the attic. Pacifica sighed. This was not going to get settled on its own.

"Look, I'm not down for awkward silences, so let's try to fix that," she spoke up. All three of them turned to her in surprise at the break in atmosphere. She gestured to Mabel. "He's irritated with you because he was really worried when you screamed, and it ended up not being that big of a deal. Don't overreact like that." She pointed to Dipper. "And she's mad at you because, in your irritation, you were dismissive of something that's really important to her. Be more aware of what other people value." She clapped her hands together. "There. Now that we've all learned something about ourselves, let's all go back to talking like normal friends."

There was silence for a moment, then Dipper and Mabel looked at each other. "Rude," they chimed.

"What?!"

"Totally rude," Mabel repeated.

"Seriously, you can't just call people out like that," Dipper added. "You've got no tact at all. And that's coming from me."

Pacifica crossed her arms. "Whatever," she pouted. "You're talking again, aren't you? Who cares how rude I was?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's true," Mabel said. She looked at Dipper. "Sorry for screaming like that. I guess I do get carried away with a lot of things."

Dipper rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "And I'm sorry I didn't care as much as I could. I can be a jerk like that sometimes."

Pacifica felt like she deserved a Nobel Peace Prize for resisting the urge to say "Sometimes?".

"Mystery Twins?" Mabel asked, holding out her fist.

Dipper bumped it. "Mystery Twins."

Soos clapped Pacifica on the back. "Dude, that was awesome! You're like, a therapist or something."

Pacifica didn't even respond to the clear violation of her "don't touch what you can't afford" rule. She was focused on Dipper. He had seemed almost reluctant to bump fists with Mabel. Strange. She couldn't think of any two people closer than the Pines twins. Why would he be reluctant to affirm that? Must be some male "can't show affection" thing. She brushed it off. The important thing was that her friends were talking again.

"So, Dipper, do you know where we're going?" Mabel asked.

"No idea," Dipper responded.

"So how exactly are we going to find them?" Pacifica asked.

Dipper stopped and pointed ahead of them. Everyone looked to see a small puff of cotton on the ground. "They've left us a pretty easy trail," he remarked.

"Aw, dude, I don't think I have the guts to walk into the belly of the beast like this," Soos joked. He chuckled to himself for a while, laugh growing weaker as he realized that no one else was laughing. He looked over at Mabel, his fellow jokemaster. She was glaring at him. "What, too soon?" She glared harder. "Heh, yeah, probably, probably too soon, then."

They followed "Bear-o's innards" as Mabel now worriedly called them, until there weren't anymore. Dipper looked around, all senses on high-alert. They had reached the end of the trail, in the middle of small glade, dimly-lit in the afternoon sun. "The watch number is going up. Be careful, dawgs," Soos warned.

Dipper glanced around. There was a lot of shade that the goblins could be using to watch them. The idea that somebody could see him when he couldn't see them bothered him. Who knows what they were doing? He could practically hear them skittering about, whispering, planning. They were probably surrounded right now, and they very well could be killed.

"Hello? Any goblins?" Mabel called out.

"No one is here. Go away," a raspy voice responded.

Or maybe they were just dumb as bricks and he didn't have to worry about it. That worked too. He stepped forward to the center of the glade. "Would you happen to have any cotton-filled fabrics around?" he asked.

"...None at all."

"Well, since it's not here," Dipper mused, turning back to his friends. "Guess it's just okay to burn this glade down. We don't need it."

"Wait! Wait!" the voice pleaded, now panicked. Dozens of creatures crawled out from the trees. Pacifica almost gagged. Goblins were certainly not easy on the eyes. They were horribly disproportionate, heads being a third of their bodies, much like children, but children weren't bone-thin and only wearing loincloths. Their skin hung to their bones, but was just loose enough to sag as well. It certainly didn't help that, as Dipper suggested, their skin tones were all varying shades of vomit. Their eyes were bulbous and cat-like, almost glowing. In short, they were ugly little fucks.

"We have your cotton thing," the one they had been talking to hissed. "We will give it back to you, but only one condition: You leave our home and never come back."

"No!" one of cried out from the ranks. That goblin broke out into the clearing. "You can't give it back to them! You said I could only join the clan *urp* if I brought bedding for you, elder!"

What Dipper now presumed to be the elder now narrowed his eyes at the upstart. "In all our years of stealing from the humans, this is the first time one of our thefts has ever been caught," he snarled. "We let you into our home out of good will, and this is how you repay us? By bringing the humans straight to us? This is your punishment! Grgth'kl, bring my bed to the humans."

A goblin whose name he wasn't even going to try to pronounce shuffled back into one of the trees and came out with what was left of Bear-o. "Bear-o!" Mabel cried, rushing forward to take back her prized belonging.

"No!" the upstart goblin screeched. It charged at Mabel to stop up her. Boy, was it in for a beating. As soon as it got in range, Mabel quickly pivoted on her left foot, spinning to slam her right shin into the creature's ribs. It got sent flying, and Mabel twirled back around to the direction she was running without even breaking pace. Dipper, however, watched the goblin. To his incredulity, the goblin broke apart in mid-air. It collapsed onto the ground as…

"No fucking way," he muttered.

Lying there as a pile in the clearing, was the ruins of a wooden frame, shards of glass eyeballs, and torn-up puke-green paper. What emerged from that rubble, much to Dipper's consternation, was five barf fairies.

"Oh, that is crazy!" Mabel hollered, rejoining them with Bear-0 in tow. "Norman 2.0!"

"I'm just never going to know what that's about, am I?" Pacifica muttered. "Also, what are those?"

"We're goblins!" one of them proudly declared before promptly vomiting.

"They're barf fairies," Dipper told Pacifica. "By now you've gathered how they got their name."

They all glared at him. "We are not barf fairies," one of them seethed. "We are Gkhkhk, Gr'thk, Ghghl, Gh'jhk, and Ghkjk, and we. Are. Goblins."

"Starting to understand the goblin naming system a little," Dipper muttered.

"IMPOSSIBLE!" the elder howled. "You dare to trick us, you fiends! You are no goblin!"

The surrounding goblins all began howling in agreement.

"Hey!" Mabel snapped. "They can be goblins if they want to be!"

"You stay out of this, human! We've made our deal! Now leave!"

"You stay out of this!" Mabel shot back. "You can't tell somebody else what they are!"

The goblins' howling became a low, indignant chatter amongst themselves. They weren't quite used to arguments, clearly.

"This day cannot get any weirder," Pacifica muttered, rubbing her temples.

"Eh, I'd give it a 6 out of 10 at best," Dipper remarked. "What do you think, Soos?"

Soos gave a "so-so" hand wave. "Once you've eaten your way out of a candy monster, everything else seems mundane, y'know?"

Dipper nodded as if that was a perfectly normal response. Pacifica began to regret her friendship choices with the fervor only a girl witnessing a debate between barf fairies and goblins about species identity could produce.

"They tricked us!" the elder howled. "Deceit is punishable by death!"

"Oh, shut up!" Gkhkhk snapped. "We didn't trick you! We just put together a cheap costume you were too dumb to see through!"

That only served to enrage the elder even more. "Dumb, you say?! You take our food, our shelter, our name, and you have the nerve to insult us?!"

"Yes!" she screamed, throwing up for good measure. "Because, just when we finally felt like we belonged somewhere, you fouled it up because you actually thought they could burn down our home! You outnumber them 10 to 1! Just kill them!"

The elder paused mid-outraged response, jaw slack, as if the idea literally hit him. He brought his claws up to his his teeth and chewed on them thoughtfully. "Just kill them..." he hummed. "Yes… yes, that could actually work out quite well."

He held out his hands to make a decree. "I have decided," he bellowed. "That, rather then let them take my royal bed, we shall kill the humans, and..." He paused for dramatic effect. "We shall also kill the five liars as well!"

The goblins hollered and stamped their feet in approval of their leader's brilliant and creative addition to the suggested idea. Dipper began to back up with the rest of his friends. "This was already stupid," he observed. "But now it's become dangerously stupid. I nominate we run now."

Mabel nodded. "Seconded."

They took off sprinting out of the glade, the fairy goblins flying with them. Dipper heard the elder scream "Seize them!" as he began to reach top speed. Dipper led the way back, frantically dodging past trees and landmarks, grateful that he had paid enough attention on their way in to know which way the Shack was. He tried his very best to ignore the movement he saw in his peripheral. The goblins who were dashing through the trees around them, with their very sharp claws glinting in the sun, were getting alarmingly close.

One of them hurled themselves at Pacifica. She ducked, fearing the inevitable, when she heard it screech. She looked up to see Mabel, holding it by throat, toss it behind them. "When are we going to get out of the *barf* forest?" Gkhkhk asked. "We have have to hurry! Eventually they're going to figure out that they can just jump us all at once rather than one at a time!"

The goblins began to rile up at the introduction of such a bold tactic. "Would you please shut up?" Dipper hissed.

Whatever Gkhkhk's retort was, it was lost in the sounds of a roaring engine, one that Dipper had most certainly heard before and one that he was certainly grateful to hear now. The Mystery Cart, as manned by Wendy Corduroy, weaved through the trees towards them, ramming into a few goblins on the way, and braking at a 180 degree angle as it got near them.

"Work just ended, and I figured that you guys would probably need a getaway car!" Wendy called out to them.

"You figured insanely correctly!" Dipper called back. "Everyone, into the cart!"

Mabel gathered the fairies and rushed forward, practically nosediving into the back seat, Pacifica hot on her heels. Soos crashed into the front seat, and Dipper hopped onto the back, and turned around. He hooked his feet behind the legs of the canopy, and gripped one of them with his right hand. "Start the engine!" he shouted. Wow. He totally just used a line from an Arizona Jones movie in perfect context. That felt pretty fucking awesome. Go him.

He was jolted from his imagine spot as the car jolted forward. He grimaced as the goblins howled in rage. They were not taking this well. The ones at the front of the pack made one last desperate leap for the cart. Luckily, he had strategically left his left arm free for this situation. He sent each one of them a jab to the chest as they approached the cart, stopping them in mid-air. As he sent them flying, he was briefly reminded of old online Flash games, the ones were you just had to keep the enemies away. Except rather than competing for a high score, he was competing for a longer lifespan. Putting your initials at the front of a high score was basically akin to having a tombstone. Was this a normal thought process to be having when punching goblins out of the air? He had to imagine he was the first person to be in such a situation, so currently it definitely was.

The cart began to pick up speed, and the goblins with all their wailing and howling, began to fade away. Dipper gave a sigh of relief. They broke into the clearing of the Shack, and Wendy parked the car. Mabel sprinted out and around the back to her brother.

"That was awesome!" she cheered, pulling him into a hug. "We were totally badass! Spinning around, punching them out of the air, wooo! We aren't just the Mystery Twins, we're the Super Mystery Twins! Faster, stronger, smarter!"

Dipper chuckled. "I'm not going to lie, I did feel pretty awesome back there. Definitely couldn't have done that stuff four years ago," he said, pulling away. "My feet hurt like hell, though. Probably going to need some-"

"Who cares about your dumb feet?!" Gkhkhk screamed. "We lost our home because of you!"

"That's not really our problem," Dipper noted.

"Dipper!" Mabel scolded.

"It isn't! They almost got us killed twice, and they stole Bear-o! Why should we be nice to them?"

Mabel crossed her arms. "Everyone does what they can to fit in. We should respect that," she intoned. "You're not the nicest of people, but I've never once considered cutting your hair out of spite."

Dipper silently tugged on his bang. She had made her point.

"Oh, forget it," Gkhkhk spat. "He would never understand what it's like to be like us. All our lives, we've just wanted to belong. We were always teased and mocked in the fairy meadows. Then, when we finally got the courage to shift to the goblin life we've always wanted. You… you fucking humans ruined everything!" She broke down sobbing, along with the rest of her friends. "W-we have nothing now! We're not fairies, we're not goblins, we're just… freaks!"

Then she stopped, as she was crying too hard to continue. Pacifica would have actually found it kind of tragic if it weren't the fact that barf fairy sobbing consisted of vomiting hysterically. However, it most certainly did, so she opted to just be severely grossed out instead.

Mabel contemplated what she could do to help. She had never had to deal with a situation quite like this before, and she was struggling to come up with something to say that would definitely not make things worse.

"Alright," Wendy spoke up, kneeling down to talk with the fairies. "So, I feel like I'm missing out on, like, a lot of context here, but I'm just gonna say that you guys are thinking about this the wrong way."

The fairies all looked up at her in shock. "Like, you guys are sad because you guys think you had to be a goblin or a fairy, right? But fuck that, man. Be whatever the hell you want to be, even if doesn't exist yet. Don't bother with all that other nonsense. Just do whatever feels right to you! Start your own clan! The clan of the barf goblins! You can't be called misfits if you create the mold, am I right?"

"I… guess?"

"I mean, don't get me wrong. This is gonna be hard as balls. Trust me, I know what it's like to feel like everyone's against you. But, hey, you guys have each other! That's a start! And I mean, think about how happy you guys are going to be once you're just finally free to be yourselves!"

"Yeah, yeah," Gkhkhk perked up. "Yeah, fuck them! Fuck the goblins, fuck the barf fairies, we'll be who we want to be! If we want to fly around and barf, we can! If we want to steal from humans, and eat corpses, we can do that too!"

"Umm..." Dipper objected. "I don't think-"

"Yeah, that's the spirit!" Wendy cheered them on. "Make your own path in life!"

"Yeah!" the Gkhkhk cheered. "Thank you, Lady Lumberjack! We'll never forget your kindness! C'mon girls, we have to find a home for ourselves!"

And thus, the barf goblins flew off, chattering amongst themselves excitedly.

"So, are we sure we made the right call there?" Dipper asked. "I mean, it doesn't seem like them doing whatever they want is a really good idea."

"Well," Pacifica said. "There's no more vomiting happening, and nobody's in danger, so I officially do not care."

"Besides," Wendy added. "A little anarchy now and then never hurt anyone."

Dipper frowned. He begged to differ, but decided now wasn't the time. It was almost time for the season finale of Ducktective, no point in being a downer now. They walked around to the front door, Dipper, as usual, doing his best to ignore the hairs standing up on his neck when he walked by the window with the triangular frame.

Stan Pines was counting money when the kids came back in.

"Dipper?" he heard Mabel ask. "How come you didn't answer your phone when it rang?"

"Please don't do this," Dipper sighed.

"What? Are you saying your phone never rang? That is so weird, because I totally called it! Oh! Go Mabel!"

Dipper groaned. "You only said it was going to be five barf fairies to be facetious. It doesn't count."

"I don't know what that word means, but it totally does, and I am totally awesome! Also, probably psychic."

"Still though, we wouldn't have known if Hambone hadn't kicked 'em," Soos said. "That costume was crazy good, man."

"It was pretty impressive, considering," Mabel conceded. "I wonder how they managed to get all the parts for it."

"I certainly know how they painted it," Dipper remarked.

Pacifica slapped him on the arm. "That is disgusting," she grimaced.

"How they… Oh I get it it!" Soos exclaimed. "They used-"

"Nope," Pacifica intervened. "We are done talking about this. Forever. If one more bodily fluid is mentioned to me, I will burn this entire gross forest to the ground."

Stan put the proper amount of change back into the till. What a strange conversation. Well, good thing he didn't actually care enough to be curious. "You kids ready for the season finale?" he asked. There, much more interesting conversation.

"I was born ready!" Mabel cheered.

"Alright, well, it starts an hour, we have got to get everything prepared!"

"Woo!"

Dipper sighed. "Not a fan of the pre-show hype?" Pacifica asked.

"You've never watched the show with Mabel and Grunkle Stan," Dipper responded grimly.

"And that's our cue to leave," Wendy announced. "C'mon Soos, we have got to go."

Soos nodded, but quickly pulled Dipper and Mabel into a hug. "Great first adventure, dudes. See all you dawgs tomorrow!"

"Bye, Soos! Bye, Wendy!"

"Later, Soos. See you, Wendy."

An hour later, Pacifica understood why they left immediately. She also wondered how much saner she would have been if she had gone with them. Certainly, she would have smelled a lot less like popcorn. "Are we all ready to rock?!" Mabel screamed.

Pacifica winced. "Yes. Also, very much right next to you."

Dipper and Ford nodded in agreement. He, Pacifica, and Grunkle Ford all shared the couch that was brought in, meaning they were all subjected to her entirely unneeded decibels. Grunkle Stan always got his personal lounger. "Aw, c'mon, you guys," Stan said. "What's not to be excited about! It's the season finale of Duck-tective!"

"Yeah, I thought I'd be dead before it got here," Ford grumbled.

"Oh, you're just being cranky," Stan dismissed.

"I'm not just 'being cranky'! The first season finale was when the kids were here last! What kind of show takes almost four years to get through two measly seasons?"

"To weigh in on the crotchety old man argument of the century," Dipper ventured. "I like the fact that it's taken this long. I know I find the show a lot more clever nowadays because I'm older, so I'm kind of glad for the wait."

And even though you've been old since before it aired, you posilutely love it, right?" Mabel argued. "And if it didn't take this long, we wouldn't be able to sit together and watch it as a family! All's well that ends well!"

"Yes, I suppose you're right," Ford muttered, smiling despite himself. "But I have to say, I'm not really a fan of how much you've been calling me 'old' lately."

"Seriously," Stan added. "I mean, just because it's true doesn't mean you need to remind us."

"Aww, but you guys are the best kind of old!"

Pacifica merely observed all of this quietly. It was strange, seeing a family interact like this. She kind of liked it. It seemed like it was fun. Speaking of fun... "Epiosde's about to start!" she announced.

Mabel and Stan immediately hushed everyone as all eyes turned towards the TV.

Everyone took a deep breath as the credits rolled. It had been pretty crazy. Pacifica could have done without Mabel shaking her wildly whenever something exciting happened, but that was the price you paid for friendship with Mabel Pines. The alliance between Ducktecitve and his twin, Duckster, was now finished, the crime lord ruling the city of London defeated. Their sort of rivalry-turned-camaraderie had been quite touching. She was glad Mabel had gotten her into the show.

"Stanley, you aren't crying, are you?" Ford asked.

"I got a kernel in my eye!" Stan sniffled.

"You wear glasses."

"Weirder things happen!"

Ford laughed. "Truer words have never been spoken. Well, that was certainly enjoyable, but I've got some time-sensitive things to handle down in the lab." He nodded to Stan.

"Hey, uh, Dipper," Stan asked. "Why don't you go down and help Ford? Last time he had something 'time-sensitive' down there, he came back up bleeding."

Dipper stood up. "Uhm, sure," he responded, confused. Grunkle Stan had never been a "safety first" kind of guy. What was up with this? Regardless, he followed Grunkle Ford out of the room.

Mabel immediately sprang up, pulling Pacifica up with her. "It's time!" she cheered. "Come on, Pacifica!"

"It's time for what?" Pacifica asked.

Mabel clapped her hands together, laughing. She looked into Pacifica's eyes as a slow, maniacal grin made its way up her face. "Girl talk."

"Was the evil laugh really necessary?"

10/29/2015 7:32 PM

To: Pacifica

Mabel: That episode of Ducktective was SO crazy, right?!

Pacifica: Wrong person, Mabel

M: No, this is definitely Pacifica

P: Why exactly are you texting me about a duck cartoon then?

M: WAIT, DO YOU NOT WATCH DUCKTECTIVE?

P: Why did you assume I did?

M: WHY WOULDN'T YOU?

P: Because I have better things to do then watch a show about an animated duck solving fake mysteries?

M: YOU TAKE THAT BACK OR I WILL FIGHT YOU

P: We are over 500 miles away from each other.

M: YOU CAN'T FETTER THE SWEATER.

P: So is that just a thing you say now?

M: MAYBE

P: So when I'm rich and powerful, I've got to get rid of both caps lock and comment section memes. Gotcha.

M: NO I'LL BE POWERLESS

P: That's the point, hon.

M: MAYBE INSTEAD OF DESTROYING ME, YOU SHOULD FOCUS ON SOMETHING MORE PRODUCTIVE. LIKE WATCHING DUCKTECTIVE.

P: Will you stop using caps lock if I watch the first episode?

M: YES

P: Got it up on Webflix right now.

8:45 PM

M: WELL?

P: Alright, it's pretty good for a kid's show.

M: Hah, hooked like a fish. *vrrrp* *sploosh*

P: Did you just try to make sound effects for reeling in a fish via text?

M: Maybe

AN:First of all, I would like to take some time to thank you all so very much. TAKAL has reached over 100 followers, and that is really insanely awesome. Like, really, really, mind-blowingly amazing. I have no words to express how grateful I am for the love, reviews, and readers I've gotten. If you're reading this, thank you very much for being a fan. It means a lot to me.

And so the first supernatural adventure has come to an end. Honestly, this was a really fun chapter to write, probably my favorite thus far. Pacifica makes a brilliant foil for the sheer weirdness that goes on around her, and the goblins were just fun to write. Everyone got a piece of the limelight this chapter, so that was nice. Next time, we'll have Ford and Dipper talking in the basement, and Pacifica and Mabel chatting in the attic. Parallels! Stay tooned for that shit.