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Pacifica's PoV
I look over to see Gideon fall down, again.

Oh what terrible luck he has. I chuckle at the thought.

He seems to have bumped into Brandon, Mr. Flirtatious, from the party. A tinge of heat rushes over to my cheeks.

I mentally slap myself. Relationships are not the reason you're here, having fun is.

My thoughts are interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. I turn around to see Brandon smiling at me, his red eyes glowing in the daylight.

"Hi! I haven't introduced myself properly yesterday. The name is Brandon, Brandon Hunter." He remarks, bowing despite the amount of bags he is carrying... my bags.

"Pacifica, Pacifica Northwest. Oh and you don't have to carry those." I state.

He shakes his head in reply, the silky black and white hair flowing like the waves of the ocean. "But it would be an honor to carry the bags of a pretty girl." He adds, a huge grin plastered on his face.

I try to deny it... the rate of my heartbeat constantly getting faster, the chills that shiver down my spine, and the wobbliness of my legs.

I try to look him in the eye. "A-anyways, tell me about y-yourself Brandon." I ask, hoping this would occupy my thoughts.

Brandon ponders for a moment. "Well... I love animals, especially the small, vulnerable ones. My favorite color is black. I'm best friends with Mabs and Dipstick."

"Anything else?" I ask curiously.

Brandon gazes at me, a grin forming on his mouth. "Well, if you want to know more I could tell you over lunch."

"But you're paying. " I retort, mustering up some sass I like to save for certain occasions.

His grin turns into a smile. "Sure."

Gideon walks over to us being his usual awkward self. "Uhh... what's up?"

Brandon looks up to the blue sky, then back at Gideon flashing a toothy grin. "The sky."

I giggle at his remark. Well he has a sense of humor, that's one thing down.

Brandon laughs at his own joke, followed by Gideon.

I playfully punch Brandon's arm.

Making new friends, sharing jokes and laughter, having fun in general. It's memories and experiences like these that I want to create here at Depravity Falls. It's the reason I wanted to go here. It's the reason... I want to stay here.

Another thud reaches my ears, breaking my mini-rant. My eyes follow the source of the sound.

I blink once, then twice.

I lose the grip on my shopping bags now lying dejectedly on the cold hard ground. Just like Gideon.

I rush over to his side, shaking him in hopes of waking up. "Gid? Gideon this is not funny."

A small group of shoppers encircle us, some already proceeding to help my cousin. A lady is calling the nearby clinic, whilst a man is giving first aid.

I can only watch from the sidelines, given that there isn't much I can do. A sense of guilt plants itself onto my chest. After getting angry at the only person I consider my brother, I do nothing when he encounters a problem. What a great cousin I am...

A hand rests on my shoulder. "These usually happen around this time of year. Especially here at Depravity Falls." Owner of said hand, Brandon, states.

"Let's buy something to eat. Then we can check on Gideon." Brandon suggests.

I only nod my head, still recovering from the initial shock.

Mabel's PoV
A mess. My whole mental state is a mess. There are too many things to worry about, it all came down like a landslide. Yet, I must keep my focus.

I continue my search, looking around for a sign of my brother. Slicked hair, birthmark, or the amulet. His whole appearance screams "look at me", but why is it so hard to find him?!

I pass by a large group, encircled around something... or even someone. Their cellphones flash on and off, taking selfies and recording videos.

"It's Mabel!" A person from the group spots me, and immediately all attention focuses on me. The flashes from their phones blind me for a bit, but it's not long before my eyes adjust.

Being a popular personality in town, I was forced to learn to adjust towards bright lights and camera flashes at quite a young age.

"The Gleeful Twins! Ohh... I need to commemorate this." A random person from the group exclaims, proceeding to take more pictures.

Wait... Twins? Dipper?

No that's impossible, I must have misheard. Dipper always creates a threatening aura around him, keeping people away. Keeping that apathetic look he is feared by all, even by our police force.

I weave my way through the crowd, and a body blocks me from escaping. I look up, a bit dazed. Slick brown hair, blue amulet, and a one of a kind birthmark. Dipper.

"You wouldn't want to disappoint your fans, now would you Mabel?" He asks, that apatethic tone still present in his voice, yet now seems a bit different.

I immediately stand up straight, fixing my clothes and looking at the group of people around us. "Well, that would be quite a shame indeed, brother dearest." With that, I pose for the camera Dipper posing as well.

For a first timer in the social business, he isn't half bad. He seems to know how to adapt to different people and situations.

Finally, the crowd disperses, giving me enough room to breathe. "Mind explaining?"

Dipper fixes his cape, weaving his hand through his hair a bit. "No clue."

I glare at him, not believing his petty reason for an excuse.

"I really don't know. Just wandered around for a bit, then the crowd." He sighs in feigned annoyance. "I mean I could have dealt with it my way... but that would lead to unforseeable consequences."

A bigger mess. That's the state of my mentality right now. New elements just keep piling up on this stupid chapter.

I take a deep breath, opening my mouth for my only solution to stress. "I'm hungry."

Dipper appears to have received the hint and we're off to the nearest food chain. Sloppy's Diner.

No One's PoV
The bell chimes as the door opens, signifying a new costumer.

"Welcome to Sloppy's." A red haired, tall man speaks up. "The names Dan and I own this fine establishment."

Dipper and Mabel take a good look around the place. A retro-themed diner with well kept floor, regularly cleaned tables, comfortable chairs, and a calm atmosphere.

"It's not bad." Dipper comments, taking a random seat.

Mabel sits opposite Dipper. "Never knew this town had a restaurant."

"It's still a new business. I don't expect much from the get go." Dan answers, wiping a glass cup with a napkin.

True enough, the Diner had almost no people, just a few occupied tables. Thankfully, nobody noticed the two, the other people too preoccupied with their food.

Dan hands the two each a menu. They quickly scroll through, each picking an order.

"Salad and iced tea." Dipper orders, handing back the menu.

"I'll have the steak and a milkshake." Mabel orders with a smile. She also hands Dan back the menu.

Dan isn't one to procrastinate and delay. He immediately heads over to the kitchen and prepares the food.

Dipper looks around the Diner once again with an emotionless expression. His eyes stumble towards a newspaper stand and with the amulet's powers, he takes one. He grabs the newspaper mid air, and opens it up to pass the time. His eyes widen and a scornful expression makes it's way to his facial features.

"Anything wrong, dear brother?" Mabel asks, fingers tapping the table.

Dipper remains silent and hands over the newspaper in reply.

Mabel grabs the paper, her eyes land on the headline: Gleeful Twins Rock The Tent Of Telepathy. "So?" Mabel asks, doubting Dipper's anger for a moment.

Dipper points to the article below, his face showing a bit of anger at the print.

"Dipper Gleeful; Not What You Think" Mable reads it aloud, finding the article title quite amusing.

Dipper's fists curl into a ball. "Keep reading." He states.

Mabel continues. "Who was once feared as the most mysterious person in Depravity Falls show a different side last night, at the tent of telepathy. The show was a huge success and Dipper Gleeful has now become the new 'it' topic." She stops reading and places the paper down on the table.

She looks at Dipper with mischievous eyes. "Well..." She begins, a grin forming on her face.

Dipper remains calm, bracing himself for his sister's teasing. "Don't even think-" He starts, eyes glowing cyan.

Mabel stays in her place, not changing her expression. Her mischievous grin grows even wider. She plants her hand on her amulet, eyes glowing sky blue.

Dipper sends a cold gaze at her, his face showing no emotion.

A cyan glow envelops Dipper's wrists and necklace, while a sky blue one encircles Mabel's hair and headband.

They stare at each other, neither making a move.

Their little staring contest is sadly cut off by a pair of arms setting down plates and drinks on their table. "Salad and iced tea for the gentleman, steak and milkshake for the lady."

Dipper and Mabel sit back down on their chairs comfortably, acting like nothing happened. "Thank you." They both remark in harmony.

"Dipstick? Mabs?" A male voice grabs the attention of the twins, midway into eating.

Their heads turn in unison to see Brandon, the source of the voice. Beside him is Pacifica, currently a bit out of it, robotically munching on a burger.

"What happened to her?" Dipper asks, his cold tone sending shivers down Pacifica's spine.

Mabel decides to continue eating, a good steak cannot be wasted.

"Her cousin broke down near the mall. Must have been the heat." Brandon shakes her a bit on the shoulders. "Looks like she just snapped out of it."

Mabel immediately stops, taking a part in the conversation. "Her cousin? As in Gideon?" Her lips quiver a bit, her eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.

"Yes, that Gideon." Brandon replies.

Mabel holds out the knife on her hand and points it at Brandon. "Are you sure? The kind, white haired, chubby Gideon." She asks once more.

Brandon pinches the bridge of his nose. "Yes, I'm sure it's the white haired, chubby Gideon." He says making quote-unquote signs with his fingers.

"And where is he?" Mabel interrogates with her arms crossed, eyebrows twitching.

Brandon moves away from Pacifica. He turns around and a small smile makes an appearance on his mouth. "Left him for dead." He kids around, snorting at his own joke... his BAD joke.

Mabel slams her hands on the table, grabbing the attention of the few people in the room. "You what?!" She exclaims in anger, eyes burning it's fiery sky blue in rage. Her hands move towards her amulet ready to unleash her fury.

Dipper grabs Pacifica's wrist and pulls her away from Brandon. "You wouldn't want to get caught up in this." He states nonchalantly, letting her sit down beside him.

Pacifica nods in reply.

His hands make it's way and settles on her cheeks. He tilts her head around and examines her for signs of injury, both physically and mentally.

A light blush creeps it's way to Pacifica's cheeks. She is left paralyzed under the mercy of Dipper's cold touch. One she oddly feels as warm. (AN#1)

Brandon, on the other hand, is left to face Mabel, fear running amok throughout his body. "Woah... calm down Mabs. Let me explain." He already tasted Mabel's wrath once and he does not ever want a repeat of that.

Mabel grabs Brandon by the ear, her eyes staring into his soul. "You think you're in a position to explain?" A sadistic tone emits from her grin.

"Dipper? A little help here" Brandon pleads, gazing at Dipper, who is now treating a few scrapes on Pacifica's hand.

Dipper waves him off. "Good luck. You'll need it." His voice emotionless and cold.

"That was neither motivational nor sincere at all." Brandon retorts in annoyance.

Mabel pulls his ear, leading him out of the Diner.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. That hurts. Ow." Brandon winces in pain, following her out.

The bell chimes once again, this time signifying the exit of a very angry Gleeful, and a helpless Hunter.

The Diner is now back to it's original state, a calm, peaceful atmosphere. The silence echoes back and forth the room, accompanied by small talk.

Pacifica stares at the door, dumbfounded. "What just happened?"

Dipper shrugs in reply. He hands her his iced tea as he grabs a bite of his salad.

Pacifica takes a hearty sip, then hands it back.

An awkward tension is present in their table. With the noisiest of the bunch gone, leaves only the quietest and the shocked.

Dipper finishes his salad. He taps on Pacifica's shoulder, asking her to move.

Pacifica doesn't answer, still processing the events strewn in front of her like unfinished puzzle pieces.

Dipper sighs. He picks up a motionless Pacifica by the waist, like one would to a toddler, giving him space to move.

"H-hey! Don't do that so abruptly." Pacifica pouts, returning back to her senses.

Dipper doesn't answer. He puts her down on the ground. Then, he grabs his half empty glass and sips the rest away.

"Y-y-you..." Pacifica flubs, pointing at the glass on Dipper's hand.

He raises an eyebrow but proceeds to shrug it off.

"May I order one of your burgers for takeout?" Dipper asks Dan, who is just as shocked at the scene a few minutes ago.

"Uhh... sure." Dan grabs a paper bag and strolls into the kitchen.

"Who's it for?" Pacifica asks curiously. "Your order consists of a healthy salad, so I doubt it's for you."

Dan appears out the kitchen and hands Dipper the bag. He takes it and hands Dan payment for his food and drinks.

Dipper hands Pacifica the bag, earning him a perplexed look. "Shouldn't you be checking up on your cousin by now?"

The bell chimes once again, signifying the entrance of a Mabel Furious and a Brandon Hunted.

AN#1: This ain't a Dipcifica story without Dipcifica moments. (-3-)