Dipper's PoV
I notice the cut on her neck, the blood dripping down her nape. Gently, I place her down on the floor and take out my handkerchief, wrapping it around her neck making sure not to strangle her.
Picking her back up, I prepare to leave the alley. The man now whimpering from the pain I bestowed unto him.
The town square remains silent, only the hitched breathing of the blonde and the man's grunts could be heard.
Wait, I can't go out seen like this. I can't be seen doing anything like this, acting like a hero, like a good two shoes. Slowly, I take out Journal #1, and I flip through the pages with a levitation spell.
Aha! Found it... the teleportation spell. Usually the spell wouldn't really affect me much, but considering how far the town square is from our mansion, AND the fact I'm teleporting with someone else.
It's gonna be a trip to hell for all I care.
Wait, am I actually planning on bringing her to the mansion? I shouldn't but I don't even know where she lives. She's knocked out unconscious, and I can't just leave her here.
I guess I have no choice. I clutch the amulet on my neck, my eyes glowing the same cyan shade as the amulet. "Augendae alica teleportavimas..." I quietly chant, my eyes closed and my head hung low.
Before I know it I am already in my room. I slowly trot to my bed, my stamina now drained. The spell really did a number on me. It's times like this that I wish I took up that endurance course Mabel told me to join.
I sit down on my bed, and I place her on the other side. My arms now hurt for carrying the girl for too long.
My eyes begin to droop and I start to lose control over my body. Before I know it, I'm already asleep.
Pacifica's PoV
My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the bright light of the room. My head hurts and my neck feels swollen. After a few moments I could finally take in my surroundings.
Looking up from where I lay, I can see a silver chandelier on the ceiling, lit up by beautiful blue flames. I look to my left and see a part of what seems to be a queen-sized bed.
I must be dreaming again.
I try to sit up to survey the room, but am unfortunately stopped by something heavy. Using all my strength, I bring my head up to see a brunette, his head lying on my stomach and an arm around me.
The boy is wearing clothes fit for a prince. His brown disheveled hair moves in rhythm with his breathing. He looks charming.
I pinch myself to see if I was dreaming, but for some reason I can feel the pain. I may not be dreaming at all. I may be in an unknown boy's room. Doing the most logical thing, I scream.
No One's PoV
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeekk!" Come Pacifica's screams.
It wakes up Dipper in the process. Shooting up from the bed he holds onto his amulet, ready to fight.
Seeing nothing of possible danger he looks to the source of the scream and sees a scared blonde, in fetal position.
"Who are you and what have you done to me?!" She wails at Dipper who covers his eardrums.
"Stop screaming." Dipper orders in a low, angry tone. "I saved you from someone who wanted to do who knows what to you, and you repay me by destroying my eardrums?" He adds, trying to get rid of the ringing in his ears.
Pacifica hangs her head in confusion. "Save me? From wha-" Suddenly it all comes back to her in an instant. The chloroform, the knife, and the boy...
"S-sorry..." Pacifica says meekly. She remains silent after that, not really knowing what to do.
Seconds become minutes. Time passes ever so slowly, neither of the two bothering to break the silence.
Dipper stands up from the bed and holds out his hand. "The name's Dipper. Dipper Gleeful."
Pacifica takes his hand and shakes it. Somehow, she feels like she heard that name before.
"What's your name?"
"I'm Pacifica Southeast." Pacifica releases her grip from Dipper then tackles him into a hug.
The action takes Dipper by surprise. Gestures of the like is something he has only experienced with his sister. He never really has much friends or genuine family to begin with.
"Thank you. Again." Pacifica tightens the hug. It was thanks to him that she can live to see another day.
Dipper involuntarily returns the hug, he was feeling... a weird sensation in his chest, one he never experienced before. Shaking the feeling off he tries to move but he finds himself stuck in an iron hug. He stands there awkwardly not knowing what to do.
Pacifica wipes away a few tears, on the verge of flowing down her cheek.
"Umm... can you let go now?" He asks to which Pacifica complies.
Dipper suddenly feels cold. He has encountered demons hotter than the desert and colder than the north pole. But this new sensation of lacking human warmth takes him by surprise.
On the other hand, Pacifica can't help but stare in awe at what she can see around her. The room is massive, the floor is coated with a large dark blue rug, and the walls are made of ebony. Another bed can be seen directly opposite the one she awoke on.
"Pacifica, was it? As much as I would appreciate for you to stay, you have to go before someone else sees you here." Dipper speaks up, breaking the silence in the room. As if on cue, the door creaks open loudly, taking the attention of the two.
A large cat the size of a husky, pops it's head in through the door. It's left and right eyes burning a deep blue and a dark red respectively. It trots in, it's 4 bony legs make a clop sound. It's body covered in fur looks like flames, hot enough to incinerate flesh and bones with a touch.
It sets its eyes on Pacifica. Sensing an unknown presence, it screeches. It's fur standing up on it's hind back.
Pacifica falls onto the bed, shock and fear fills her body as she gives off a tiny squeal. Paralyzed, she doesn't know what to do.
But Dipper does.
He immediately hugs Pacifica, the action confusing her to no end.
He nuzzles his nose into her neck. This shocks the girl even more, a blush forming on her face. "W-what are y-you doing?"
Dipper stops, taking of the handkerchief on her neck and wipes the leftover blood. He then continues to nuzzle her. "Showing the cat that you're not an enemy."
Pacifica's eyes open wide. "Like this?" She squeaks once again as Dipper slithers to her ear.
"Because through a lot of research, to show a cat you're not a trespasser..." Dipper whispers into her ear, sending chills down Pacifica's spine. "I have to behave like one."
Pacifica squeals once again, a bit louder than last. "Isn't there any other way?" She notices the cat slowly approach them, it's flames dying down.
"Sadly, no." Dipper whispers one last time, and he stops. He motions Singe to come closer.
The cat, with it's "flames" died down, looks like a normal cat. It's fur retaining it's natural red hue.
Dipper picks her up and settles the cat on Pacifica's lap.
Pacifica tenses up, unsure of what to do.
"Don't worry, Singe is calm now." Dipper says, stroking the fur of Singe.
"Singe?" Pacifica asks, rubbing the cat's head. "Can I?" She motions her hands, about to carry the cat.
Dipper nods his head in approval.
Pacifica grabs Singe by the torso, observing her intently. "So cute!" She exclaims, proceeding to settle her down on her right torso. She immediately pets her, grinning ear to ear.
"Well... that has to be Singe's worst timing." Dipper remarks monotonously, acting as if nothing happened.
Singe stays on Pacifica, nuzzling it's nose into her free hand. To Pacifica's surprise, Singe's fur feels like a silk rug with a built in heater.
Pacifica opens her mouth, about to say something. But the door opens once more. A brunette walks in the room, Dipper's sister Mabel. "Hey beloved brother. I heard you come ba- oh my, was I interrupting something?" She asks a giant smirk forms on her face.
"Don't tell me you sent Singe in..." Dipper tries to scold her, but what a vain attempt it was.
Completely ignoring him, Mabel walks towards Pacifica. "So how was he in bed... Pacifica?" Mabel asks grinning wildly.
"Wait, what?! Nothing happened here!" Pacifica exclaims, staring in shock at the girl before her. The blush isn't leaving her face anytime soon.
"Let's just say I was eavesdropping." Mabel replies with a mischievous smile.
Pacifica just sits there, redder than before. Dipper on the other hand keeps his cool and shows no sign emotion.
"Mabel you sent Singe in here didn't you?" Dipper asks, his eyes twitching in anger.
Mabel decides to look at the cut on Pacifica's neck. "And if I did?" She retorts playfully.
It's a shallow wound... a cut most probably made by a knife. Lightly touching the jewel on her headband, her eyes glow light blue, along with the jewel.
To Pacifica's surprise, the swelling on her neck is now gone, fully replaced by skin. "Wh-what? This is too much for me to take in all at once."
"You know we should probably sneak you out." Mabel suggests, taking Dipper's attention.
"Why?" Pacifica asks curiously.
Before she could say another word the twins are already leaving the room, dragging her along with them.
Journeying through the long hallway, Pacifica made small talk with Mabel, quietly telling her about herself and making her snicker from time to time. It was one of these few moments Dipper has seen Mabel flash a real, sane smile.
But amidst their conversation, whenever Pacifica and Dipper's gazes meet, they would immediately look away, not wanting to dwell on what has happened.
They see their Grunkle Stan, looking through some old books in the library. Very quietly, they sneak past him hoping the wooden creaks of the floorboard won't get his attention.
Finally, they reach the back of the mansion, leading to a small exit. She has to leave now.
Saying their goodbye, Pacifica thanks Dipper and Mabel.
But before she could leave, Mabel speaks up. "Hey Pacifica, you're welcome to visit our shoe the Tent of Telepathy. It's just down at the town square, we show from 6-7pm."
Pacifica gladly accepts and quickly leaves, closing the doors behind her.
When the coast is finally clear, Grunkle Stan calls the attention of Dipper and Mabel. "Kids, as much as I like you guys to have new friends, scrap her, shun her and bully her. She is just in it for our money."
Mabel stands in shock at her Grunkle's words. How did he find out?
"You really think I wouldn't notice? I'm letting this one slide because you got us a new potential customer..." Stan just raises his hand, now glowing with a dark blue flame. "Now go to your room and fix yourselves, Dipper your hair is messy! We have a show to run!"
The twins leave without a choice. Going back to their rooms, their spirits deflate. Because what their Grunkle Stan would do if they did not follow is something one would never want to experience.
Pacifica's PoV
Leaving the mansion, I set my journey back to the Mystery Shack. I touch around my neck and sure enough the swelling stopped. But thinking about it brings my attention back to what happened.
Sure, it's what every reasonable teenage girl would be able to fantasize... but for it to happen, just leaves me at a loss for words.
I walk back, crossing the woods to the Mystery Shack. I stop from time to time to pet the woodland creatures.
Slowly but surely, the Mystery Shack comes into view.
As I go in, I see Uncle Bud charging the tourists per attraction. Gideon's right, he is a con-man. But my uncle.
Not minding him, I trod up the stairs and to the attic to find Gideon immersed in another book.
"Hey Gideon." I say awkwardly.
"Pacifica, you won't believe what I just found!" He exclaims giddily. "Look at this!" He shows me an old, tattered, leather book. On the front is a golden 6-fingered hand, the number 3 written on it.
It looks so familiar, so... intriguing. "What is it?" I ask curiously.
"It's a book filled with the secrets of Gravity Falls." Gideon says and flips through the pages. Each page filled with doodles of creatures so weird, it's all probably imaginative...
I just stare blankly at Gideon before speaking up. "Alright it's a fantasy book."
"Pacifica it's not a fantasy book!" Gideon shoots back.
I walk over to my side of the attic and begin fixing my bed. "It looks very much like one to me." I say, not bothering to look at my cousin.
"Say what you want. I'll be searching for these tomorrow."
His words take my attention. "Tomorrow? Like an adventure?" I ask ecstatically.
"Sadly enough, yes."
I bring my arms up. "Hoorah! Think we can invite the Gleefuls?"
Gideon walks up to me and holds my shoulders. "Did you just say Gleeful?!"