The following briefly cameos the headcanon of Pacifica being the llama on the cipher wheel. I'm sorry if you don't believe in the headcanon- it is my personal belief and opinion. You can skip the part where it starts talking about llamas and alpacas and stuff like that...

Mabel sat alone on the staircase of the mansion, tired and exhausted from the party. She spotted Marius and Grenda talking in one corner of the room, laughing with red growing in each of their cheeks. Mabel also saw Candy still digging the fondue, switching from cheese to chocolate with no regret. She laughed. But still, even though she was looking forward to this evening, she was really starting to miss her brother. Mabel switched her gaze to a nearby grandfather clock in the corner, and peered her eyes to check the time. 11:30 P.M., the clock read. It was really, really late.

Mabel rested her elbows on the edge of her knees, placing her chin on top of her hands. She sighed. "Dipper, I know you must be making out with Pacifica right now, but can you please hurry up?" Mabel groaned in frustration, releasing a loud grunt after. "Grunkle Stan's gonna be worried about us."

The brunette stood up, and started to make her way down the stairs, craving a cup of punch. She headed to the table with drinks and bottles of soda, her eyes closed as she raised her hands to rub her temples. Mabel tried to calm down, tried to sustain patience, but she has been here for more then 3 hours. Dipper even already finished his mission, the actual purpose of coming to the party. It was all decided on Dipper to see if they were going to leave or not- of course, Candy and Grenda had their own schedules, but Mabel was stuck with Dipper. If Dipper was planning a sleepover with his 'new girlfriend', Mabel had to agree. She didn't mind though, she actually would look forward to a sleepover, if he did have one in mind.

"I ship it so hard, but why do I wanna go home so badly?" Mabel moaned. "I'm supposed to have fun." The girl had grown more confused now. She supported the supposed fact of Dipper and Pacifica 'mingling', but she was really tired. She wanted to go home, lie in bed, and think about all the cute boys she tried to flirt with this evening.

Suddenly, Mabel stepped into something, and felt her face and arms hit a rough and silky surface, like a suit. She stumbled a bit back and tried to regain conscience, and opened her eyes to see who she bumped into, so she could apologize in advance. To her surprise, it was Preston Northwest, or, Pacifica's dad. He looked distressed, his hair a bit messier than usual, like he was pulling all the strands in frustration or something. Mabel tried to control her words around the man, since she heard Mr. Northwest was quite powerful and touchy with what people say. The man noticed Mabel's presence, turned around and fixed his tie and ruffled his hair around. "Ah yes, the sister of that... boy." Preston said. "You wouldn't have noticed my daughter around, yes?" He cleared his throat before Mabel replied back.

"Sorry Pacifica's dad, I haven't seen her at all this evening," Mabel chuckled, and gave a gentle shrug. "And my name is Mabel."

"Of course, Mabel. Thank you for correcting me," Preston sighed, speaking quicker than usual, sort of annoyed. "I'm sorry to cut our little talk so short, but I must be on my way to find my daughter. You should watch where you step, by the way."

Preston started to make his way to another part of the mansion, before being tugged by Mabel. "Wait," she halted him, grabbing onto the back of his suit. Preston stopped in his tracks and turned around, listening to what the young girl had to say. "My brother should be with her. If you find him... can you tell him to come back here? I'm just... worried about him, that's all. I need to know he's doing fine."

Preston's eyes widened. That ruthless boy is with my daughter.

I need to find my daughter now.

Preston clapped his hands a few seconds later, and stared at the young girl with a promising look. "Of course, of course. I'll make sure he'll come back in no time," Preston said with a gentle smile on his face. Mabel smiled back, and headed to her previous destination. Preston did so as well, but this time, he was going to be certain to find that rebellious daughter and teach her a good lesson in discipline- and include punishment for the young boy who has encouraged her evil motives.

He stole what was mine, so I will steal what he loves.

"So, wait... you and your sister were responsible for the giant little boy robot that exploded in town?"

"Eh... kind of."

Dipper and Pacifica were still outside, settled on the balcony, the two now sharing stories about themselves and their personal adventures. Dipper reached a hand to scratch the back of his neck, and tried to explain the whole entire Gideon dilemma to Pacifica. It had been a few weeks since the huge accident, so Dipper couldn't remember the minor details. "You see, he was fooling everyone with those free pins he gave out at the opening of Gideonland. They all had hidden cameras inside, all spying on everyone in Gravity Falls... I'm guessing you knew that part?"

"I didn't come to that anyways- the theme park sounded kind of dumb. He did, one time, come up to me and said he knew about my whole entire parent bell thing, but I didn't care. I still wondered how he knew that information, but I just shrugged it off. Thought the kid was more crazy than a wise psychic." Pacifica laughed a little, and turned her gaze to the gardens that laid beneath her. "But my father had to attend the opening party, and he also got those pins too. Unfortunately, after the explosion of that robot thing, my dad came home storming mad, and I noticed the pin was ripped of his own very favorite suit. I didn't know what happened though, just a nuclear wave of energy just passing by me, that's all. But still... I didn't even know Mabel had a grappling hook. She never bothered to show me it."

"Trust me, she goes nuts on it." Dipper said. "She probably even bought it here just in case. It must be settled somewhere under that poofy pink dress of her's."

The pair laughed, imagining the actual grappling hook somewhere under the layers of fur of Mabel's dress. "Okay, okay, now you tell me a story," Dipper giggled, calming down from his laughter.

Pacifica thought for a few seconds, her laughs fading away, and stared at the night sky, and hummed. "Well, there is this one story..." she started, tapping her fingers on the railing.

"Go ahead, tell me." Dipper interrupted, but the blonde didn't seem to be offended. She smiled, and took a deep breath, prepared to tell her story.

"When I was young, me and my grandpa decided to travel to Peru for a vacation, just the two of us. One of our first destinations was a large farm of alpacas and llamas, and they also specialized in llama and alpaca fur clothing. One farmer actually gave me permission to pet one of the llamas, and I had a lot of fun with the animals there. The llama I befriended was really nice, but all it did was eat grass, which I thought it was really funny."

"After our visit, I took a long nap when I was getting back to our hotel. I did get a few souvenirs, all of them featuring a llama in some way, and my favorite was this small music box my grandpa bought for me. It featured a llama spinning in a green field, while a calm, soothing melody played in the background. My grandpa also bought a large painting with several llamas painted in the horizon, but I don't know where my family hid it after he passed away."

"During my nap, I had a really, really strange dream. I saw myself older, like what I look like today, and I was placed under a floor that had a painting depicting a llama on it... A few other people were also beside me, and we were gathered in a circle... and a triangle pyramid thing was levitating in the middle... and... UGH!"

Pacifica suddenly collapsed to the floor, her body falling with a loud thud. Dipper rushed to her side, his heart beating rapidly by the mention of a 'triangle pyramid thing'. She couldn't be referencing Bill, would she? He tried to help Pacifica get back up.

"Pacifica? Pacifica!" Dipper shook, shaking Pacifica back and forth. Pacifica moaned, and reached a hand to rub her forehead. Dipper felt relieved to know she was still breathing. "Whenever I tell this story... I just get... a little headache... and when I go further, something tightens in my stomach, to the point where I can't breathe..." Pacifica said, as she sat up, still rubbing her forehead. "I need to tell you what came after..."

"It's okay, you don't have to finish the story, it's fine. I believe you." Dipper reassured, helping Pacifica balance herself by placing his hand on her back.

Pacifica sighed, and screeched silently in pain. "All I could tell you that it was weird. It was the only time I had that dream, and..." Pacifica then yelped, and held a hand to hold and rub her stomach. Dipper started to panic, and felt bad that he couldn't do anything to help her. "Pacifica, please stop telling the story. I don't want you to feel the pain." Dipper plead, and grabbed the hand Pacifica placed on her stomach. Pacifica then turned her head to Dipper, gave a small nod, and closed her eyes. "I'm... I'm fine... I'll stop." she breathed. Her pain started to ease away, and she could gather air once again. "Thank you, Dipper." she said, and sat more straighter. Dipper removed his hand on her back, but still held tight onto Pacifica's hand.

"Anything for you." Dipper replied back, his heart beating rapidly after his strong response. Both just stared into each other's eyes, hands together once again, and each started to lean a bit closer each time a second passed. It normally happened- just their heads coming together, leaning in. No one pulled away from the action.

Are we... they both asked in their minds, their heads starting to come together even closer. Are we going to...

No, this can't be happening. I just befriended Pacifica! It doesn't calculate! She just fell, and you wanted to help her up... and now you want to KISS her?!Dipper shouted in his head. Why isn't she doing anything? Why am I doing this?

Pacifica, stop. It may be good to step up to your parents, but doing this is just going way to far. Pacifica also warned in her head. Stop... just... just STOP!

But why do I want to do it so badly?

Both were confused, but also... lost in thought. They accepted what was going to happen, both shutting their eyes and waited for the other to hurry up and do it.

But before they knew it, a loud knock interrupted them, making them both jump and bolt out of their privacy.

"PACIFICA NORTHWEST!" a voice shouted from behind Pacifica's bedroom door. "AND MABEL'S TWIN BROTHER! GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!"

Dipper and Pacifica sprung up to their feet. Their faces withered with fear, as they took cautious and slow steps inside Pacifica's room. Fear and panic started to flood into their systems. Loud knocks were now being replaced with kicking when they didn't respond an answer.

"Oh no," they both said, shaking.

"Dad," Pacifica said. "Preston Northwest," Dipper chimed in after.

Their hands were still intertwined, as both held onto each other tightly.