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Dipper woke up to a start, feeling trickles of sweat dropping down his neck. He opened his eyes to see he was in one of the Northwests guests rooms, and felt he was lying on a bed. A soft silk and fluffy blanket was placed on top of him, and he was lying on a fluffy pillow. The room was bright, shining with a white glow, and saw it had the same interior as Pacifica's room- he saw a fireplace in front of him, however, it wasn't burning any wood, and he saw a large closet lying in the corner beside him. However, the room didn't have a balcony like the one in Pacifica's room, there was just a very big window unveiling the gardens outside. The room also featured the colors of yellow and white. Dipper sat up, and raised a hand to feel his forehead, and he suddenly felt a stinging pain on his back. He realized that was the wound Pacifica's dad gave him when he tried to fight earlier, and it almost felt like a stab on the back. Dipper was shirtless, and he had a wrapped bandage tied around his back, and he also had another one around his forehead. Dipper felt a bit of warm blood stained on each bandage. He didn't know Preston Northwest injured him this bad, it was most likely that the man punched or tortured him even more when he was unconscious.

"Hello, Master Pines."

Dipper heard a gentle and British-like voice in the room, and saw a butler sitting on a couch in the corner with a book in his hands. It was the same butler Mabel rubbed her hands on at the beginning of the party, the one with a bushy brown mustache and was bald. Dipper flipped over the blanket and saw he was still wearing the silk pants he got from the suit. "Who are you?" Dipper asked, a bit nervous.

The butler placed the book to the arm-rest of the couch, and crossed his hands together. "My name is Francis Mann. I am the executive butler of the Northwests." the butler explained. "I am also Mistress Pacifica's personal caretaker and bodyguard, and I am also the one who wrapped those bandages around you."

Dipper felt a shock come to him when Francis mentioned Pacifica. "Pacifica? Where is she-" Dipper quickly stammered, as he tried to get out of bed. But every movement he did only made pain stronger in his body. He screeched in pain as he tried to jump off the bed.

"I suggest you stay in that bed until you fully recover, Master Pines." Francis warned. "It may not be safe for you to go out there at this time."

Dipper looked at Francis with a worried expression. "Why? What's going on?"

Francis dramatically turned over to the fireplace, even though there wasn't any fire. "I'm afraid there is a frenzy going on at the party."

"Frenzy?" Dipper echoed, re-adjusting his body in the bed. "What do you mean?"

"Mistress Pacifica is trying to persuade the rich people at the party to revolt against Master Preston Northwest. However, the attendees are very thankful to Preston, trusting him, and are now arguing with the young mistress. You are also part of the whole entire situation, a lot of arguments saying that you were the one who ruined the entire party, and the young lady is trying her best to persuade them to think that you did nothing wrong, and you were one of the best things that ever happened to her. If you do go out there, you may get attacked, and you may make the frenzy a bit more extreme."

Dipper looked to the side, afraid Pacifica might get hurt again, not even bothering the fact that he may get even more injured out there. "So much for exploring the mansion," he , the boy just pushed that aside. "Francis, I have to go help Pacifica."

"Master Pines-" Francis tried to explain again, but Dipper slammed a fist onto bed's mattress, making Francis jump a little.

"Why do you keep calling me 'master'? My name is Dipper, please and thank you!" Dipper yelled in frustration. "Francis, there's no way you can get me out of this. I'm going to help Pacifica even if it kills me."

Francis arose from his seat. "I call you 'master' because you are someone the Mistress trusts deeply. Anyone who has a close bond with a Northwest are now hereby called 'master' or 'mistress' in this mansion, sir." Francis harshly announced. "And Dipper, you can never go outside that door unless Mistress Pacifica comes and-"

"Dipper? Mr. Mann?"

Francis and Dipper heard loud knocking on a nearby door inside the room. Dipper arched his head a bit to see a similar door to Pacifica's built in the corner. "Mistress Pacifica?" Francis called, making his way to the door. "Is that you?"

"Francis? Is Dipper awake? Is he doing okay?" Pacifica said from outside the door, sounding urgent to get in. She banged the door a little more. "Please, I need to know he's okay."

Francis opened the door and bought Pacifica in. Pacifica rushed into the room, as she glanced her view to the bed and saw a wounded Dipper lying there. Pacifica's cheek still lingered a red color from her father's earlier attack, but she looked fine overall.

"Dipper!" Pacifica cried out and she made her way towards the bed. Dipper noticed that she did have a few scratches on her skin, and her hair was a bit frazzled. He didn't care though- she seemed safe.

Dipper felt a light pink rush to his cheeks, noticing that a girl is looking at him shirtless. "Pacifica-" Dipper greeted, but was suddenly interrupted by Pacifica wrapping him towards an embrace. The brunette placed his hands onto his sides, a bit surprised and shocked by Pacifica's entrance. Her hug didn't hurt Dipper's wound at all, much to the 12 year old's surprise. More hugs to come, I guess. Dipper confessed in his head. Although, I don't mind.

"Thank goodness you're okay," Pacifica sighed, and she released herself from the hug a few seconds later. "Are you doing fine?"

Dipper looked at her with a warm look, the warm embrace still marked on his body. He moved a bit to make room for Pacifica, and signaled her to sit down. "I'm fine, don't worry," Dipper proposed and Pacifica lifted her seafoam colored dress to make it easier to sit down. "The real question is if you're doing fine. How are those rich people treating you?

Pacifica looked to the side, smiling a bit. "It's wild out there," Pacifica laughed. "I can't believe I have to persuade so many people to be on our side in this ordeal. With a rich dad like mine, it's hard to make people believe he's a bad guy. Also, your sister..."

Dipper was listening intensively on Pacifica and his eyes widened when she mentioned Mabel. He had become so attached to Pacifica the whole entire evening and didn't realize that he brought Mabel to the party as well.

"Is she's fine? Is she doing okay?" Dipper asked, scared to know what happened to his sister without his supervision.

"Don't worry, I got all three of the girls safe in another room in the mansion. Mabel's fine. I checked on her before I came here." Pacifica explained, trying to calm down Dipper. "However, I need to get back to the angry mob once again..." Pacifica trailed off to her own thoughts, but she snapped out of it when she heard Dipper clap.

"Well, dear Pacifica, it's your lucky evening. I'm coming with you to persuade all those guys to go on our side." Dipper said confidently, and started to get off the bed, trying to show no signs of pain.

Pacifica's eyes widened and she grabbed onto Dipper's arm, making him sit back on the bed. "No, no, don't!" Pacifica ordered Dipper, sounding scared. "You'll get hurt."

Dipper rolled his eyes, tying on a smile. "Pacifica, I get hurt all the time. Even though I used to be a whimpy kid, and maybe I still am, I need to accept any pain life throws at me." Dipper explained, as he started to feel Pacifica's grip on his bare arm starting to tighten. "I'll make sure you're safe, and that I'm safe too."

Pacifica stared at the boy, a glint of worry in her eyes. Francis was watching them from a far, feeling he was watching adramatic television program. After a few seconds of thinking and silence, Pacifica sighed and took Dipper's hand and held it tight. There's going to be more hand holding, I bet. Dipper thought in his mind as his hands interlocked with Pacifica's.

"Okay, fine, just stay by my side and make sure you're aware of any dangers. Francis is going to come along with us just in case things go into a violent manner." Pacifica warned, raising a finger to stroke Dipper's hand. "Promise me you won't do anything stupid?"

Dipper smiled, trying to make his face look caring and warm. "Promise."

Pacifica smiled back, and removed her hand from Dipper's. She stood and turned around, and crossed her arms awkwardly. "This is the part where I get your shirt now," Pacifica pointed out, her heart starting to thump rapidly from the current image of Dipper flashing in her head. She closed her mouth to suppress any giggles that would slip out of her lips.

Dipper took a few seconds to process the words, and he suddenly grabbed the blanket of the bed and placed it over his torso, red flushing to his cheeks. "Oh, yeah, of course," Dipper stuttered, nervous. "Um, do you have the suit-"

"Nope, just the collar shirt." Pacifica laughed a bit, making her way to the closet. "It's your lucky evening, Dipper, you're not wearing that annoying tie anymore."

Dipper mouthed a quiet 'yes' and raised a small fist to the air. The bane of my existence is now gone forever, Dipper cheered in his head.

"I also need to tell you something," Dipper asked, scratching the back of his head after placed his fist-shaped hand flat on the bed. "This may sound nerdy, but I noticed your speech has improved."

Pacifica reached over to the closet and pulled out a hanger that held Dipper's collar shirt. "Huh?" she said, backing away from the insides of the closet.

"I mean, how you talk now. You used to talk all snobby like, but now your tone is very gentle and kind." Dipper explained, leaning his bare back on the pillow. "I guess you really are changing character."

Pacifica smiled, glad that her personality was improving, as she removed the collar shirt from the hanger. "Thanks, I guess." she beamed, and threw the collar shirt playfully at the boy. Dipper laughed as he removed the soft fabric off his head. The two started to giggle and break into another sweet laughter, their chuckles echoing in the large room. "That was really unnecessary, Pacifica!" Dipper laughed as he slipped the shirt on. "And right after I gave you a compliment."

While this was happening, Francis stood in a corner and watched all of their interactions with a sweet smile under his mustache. He knew that 'Master Pines' was someone Mistress Pacifica deeply trusted and maybe even admires.

They are so cute for each other. The butler squealed in his head.