Pacifica's PoV
I stand there utterly confused. "Uhhh... What about the Gleefuls?" I question as Gideon releases me from his grip.
He's now pacing back and forth the room. "Oh no... Oh no, no, no, no this can't be happening."
I stare at him with worry. What got Gideon to act so worried and... helpless?
Before I could react he grabs my hand and pulls me out the attic like my life depends on it. "Uncle Bud! Uncle Bud! I need your help... now!" His voice sounds so desperate. I mean he would really be if he's asking for Uncle Bud's help.
He stops pulling me, we're now at the living room, my hand hurt from his tight grip. "Kid can't you see I'm busy here con- I mean attending to our valued customers." I could practically see him smile even through the living room's walls.
Gideon sighs as he motions me to sit on the couch. Why is he being so paranoid? "Uncle Bud... Code Blue." He speaks, loud enough for Uncle Bud to hear.
As fast as Uncle Bud could con tourists, he kicks them out. Why is everyone acting so unusual?!
Uncle Bud charges in through the living room, holding a wad of money in his hands. He proceeds to tuck it safely in his shirt pocket. "Please don't tell me that this is what I think it is." His hands tremble and his feet shake.
I just sit there confused and worried for what is causing them to act so weirdly.
Gideon points a thumb at me. Uncle Bud walks closer to me.
My heart races, and I brace myself.
But nothing came.
I slowly open my eyes to see Uncle Bud kneeling down to my height.
"Pacifica, what happened?" His voice trembling as he spoke. Whatever Code Blue means must be really frightening, even to Uncle Bud.
"W-well when you told me to advertise this place..." I quietly explain, the atmosphere in the room already frightening me. "I met the Gleeful Twins."
Before I know it, Uncle Bud is checking my arms and legs like an overprotective mother. "What did they do to you? Did they hurt you?"
His questions leave me in a state of shock. Why would they hurt me? They treated me so kindly hours ago.
"What are you guys so worried about? They didn't even do anything wrong to me." I explain hoping they would stop being so paranoid.
"Kid I have to tell you and Gideon something I never told anyone before..." Clearing his throat he motions for Gideon to sit on the chair next to mine.
Gideon sits down, waiting for an explanation.
Uncle Bud straightens himself and looks at us eye to eye. "I once worked for the Gleefuls..." He begins. "As a servant of the Gleefuls we were made to sign a pact, a contract if you may. They have done so many horrible things that I sadly can't tell you as I am still bound by it, even after leaving." He speaks so sadly that it sends shivers down my spine.
"What? But it's not like there's a weird magic preventing you-" Gideon protests, but all he receives is a look from Uncle Bud.
"But Uncle Bud... The twins are nice! They're not like your previou-" I try defending them, but he takes none of it.
"No buts!" He commands, with such authority it scares me. "You cannot meet with them no matter what! It's for your own good!" I swear I could see a tear forming in his eye.
I slowly walk towards the front door, I could feel their gazes on me. I open the door, tears forming in my eyes. "If you think shunning and avoiding possible friends because of what their ancestors have done is for my own good..." I exclaim, looking back at them.
I felt betrayed, powerless against my own will
"Then I'll prove you wrong!" I scream, closing the door and not looking back.
I run away from them... through the woods and towards the town square, hoping to find the Gleefuls that even my 'tough to break' uncle fears. I just hope they really are different.
Dipper's PoV
*At the Gleeful Twin's Room*
I grunt in annoyance while Mabel just stares at the floor, slowly collecting herself together.
I fix my clothes and tuck in Journal #1 in my cape. My face shows no emotion as I prepare for the show.
Mabel, is a different story. She is sitting on her bed, completely silent. Not even bothering to fix herself.
"Mabel, are you alright?" I ask moving towards her and placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I dunno bro-bro," It's been awhile since she called me that. "it's just that, why did they leave us?" I tense up at her words, she always asks about them but only I knew, I just can't seem to remember exact details. "Did they even care about us? To leave us with jim?"
Ever since then, Mabel has always been the source of Grunkle Stan's stress relief, through means of being beaten up, and the like. It became too much for her to bear and she developed two split personalities.
One being her innocent side. The Mabel I knew and love. Before all this happened. That girl... Pacifica, reminds me the most of that Mabel. Smiling without a care in the world.
Her other side is beyond comprehension. Always grinning insanely, using different means of physical and mental control. Like a mirror image to the demon we live with.
Why did they leave us?
That question dug deep into my chest. Truthfully I... WE never really knew what our parents were like. They just, left. Without knowing what to say I just hug her, hoping it could cheer her up. "I don't know Mabel." Slowly, I feel myself begin to cry too.
Our little moment was destroyed by the knocking on the door. (AN#1)
"Dipper, Mabel, hurry up! Show starts in an hour!" The shrill voice of Grunkle Stan echoes through the door. "Dipper don't forget to gel your hair up! I don't care if it shows your birthmark, you have to look presentable!"
I groan as Grunkle Stan walks away, knowing that we would have to follow his every order. Mabel stares blankly at the door as she prepares herself for the show.
We finish in less than 15 minutes. Hurrying to get to the Tent of Telepathy, we ride the limo with Grunkle Stan, knowing he wants to attract more people to come by showing off Mabel... Just like the last few years. My nose wrinkles at the thought.
Shaking off the thoughts, I focus on the large blue tent appearing down the road, the line is long and the crowd screams with joy as we pass by.
I wish I could be like them. Being able to enjoy life, not having to fear somebody else controlling it.
We get out the car, Grunkle Stan leading Mabel to the crowd to entertain them. (AN#2) Leaving me to spend another alone time before the show starts. Walking around the tent, I just keep looking down until I bump into someone.
I hiss angrily at the person, about to rattle him/her until I see who it was.
Pacifica's PoV
I didn't know how long I've been running, but I kept on going as far as my legs could carry me. Through the distance I could see the twins stop at a blue tent with a star on the top, in the center, an eye.
This must be it. The tent of telepathy.
I come across a huge crowd gathered in a circle, blocking whoever they were surrounding. I come to stop by a man wearing an eye patch and a blue coat, it's their Grunkle.
"Excuse me... Umm, Mr. Gleeful?" I ask walking up to the man.
"Ah hello and welcome to the Tent of Telepathy! Wait, do I know you?" He asks as he stares down at me, raising his eyeglasses.
"Uhh... n-no!" I reply nervously. He seems to be sending a negative and ominous aura. "I am Pacifica Southeast, niece of Bud Pines. You might know him?" I reply.
He shakes his head yes. He appears to be deep in thought, as if weighing his options. His gaze seems to wonder for a moment until he directs his attention back at me. "Well Mabel seems to be busy," He states, pointing to the huddling crowd. They were surrounding Mabel? She must be really popular here.
"But Dipper should be hanging around the tent, away from the crowd." He tells me. But before I could go, he stops me in my tracks. "Oh, and before you go, here." He adds as he hands me 3 tickets.
"Umm... what is this?" I ask curiously.
He smiles a kind smile, quite contradicting to his previous behaviour. "Well, the Gleefuls always invite newcomers into the mansion for a party. We hold one almost everyday. But you better go now! Show starts soon." He shoos me away with a cheery grin.
Well, he seems really nice...
I pace to the tent not far from where I left. Turning on a sharp corner I bump into someone. I hear the person hiss at me. "Pacifica?" I recognize that voice, but it sounds so... cold and miserable.
"Oh. uhm... hey Dipper. I was just looking for you." I tell him I see him all I remember is the tingling sensations of his breathe and the warmth from his body.
His face brightens up for a moment. "That's nice." Yet his voice still remains cold.
A few moments of silence instills between us. Silence so thick you could cut it with a knife. "You know, I never really knew why you are here." I ask breaking the ice.
He just looks at me with an emotionless gaze. "Mabel and I work here." It takes me a moment to comprehend what he just said.
"Ohhhh! So that's what you meant by show."
A voice booms through the speakers, disrupting our conversation. "Alright, everybody take your seats! The show will begin in 15 minutes!"
The crowd suddenly moves towards the tent. Chatters ensue as the lights turn on.
Dipper walks behind the curtains. He waves to me a bit before disappearing. It was then and only then did I catch a glimpse of something on his forehead.
They really are different.
Gideon's PoV
I walk through the forest, trailing behind Pacifica.
I can't believe Uncle Bud asked ME of all people to follow her. Pacifica has the stamina of a professional marathoner, and me? Well let's just say I'm not even fit for an evening run. Although I grew out of my baby fat, I'm still a bit 'chubby', as Pacifica would call me. (AN#3)
Clutching the book in my vest, I finally get out of that damn forest. It creeps me out, knowing strange creatures live there.
Pacifica is already far ahead, but I could still make out her jacket. I see her go near a blue tent, probably for a show, just as people walk in. It appears to be starting.
I keep walking around looking for Pacifica but all I see is a girl, sitting on the floor, moping.
I approach her, my heart beating fast. What do I do? I don't know anything about girls... "Excuse me. Are you alright?" I ask as I loom over her.
She flinches a bit from my sudden interruption.
"I'm sorry if I scared you." I tell the brunette, her eyes inspecting me.
"I'm fine." She speaks up, her beautiful voice rings in my head over and over again. What the heck brain?! Shut up!
"M-my name i-is Gideon Pines." I say hoping to start a conversation, she just looks at me as if I grew two heads but goes back back to her usual demeanor.
As if by magic her eyes glow a faint blue, intriguing me even more. "I know you would hate my name but, don't freak out like the others. My name is Mabel Gleeful."
I just stare at her in shock, I was close to freaking out but Pacifica said something about them not being like their ancestors. Might as well give it a shot.
"Don't worry, I kept the freaking out part in." I remark flashing a smile.
Mabel returns it, leaving me to think that maybe, just maybe, they are different.
AN#1: This has no Pinecest. Just bro and sis caring for each other.
AN#2: Not THAT kind of 'entertainment'.
AN#3: Gideon is also 14, just like Paz, Mabs, and Dip.