If any of my followers who just got this chapter now, I sincerely kind of owe you guys an apology. Sorry for the really long gap between this chapter and the previous. I will finish this fanfic very soon and I will also be posting more Dipifica stuff in the near future. Thank you all for your incredible patience.

The group froze in their place, their eyes locked upon the man they started to fear and despise. He looked normal and formal for once, not like what Pacifica and Dipper experienced earlier in the evening. Preston Northwest started walking down the steps cautiously and carefully, the group feeling the tension in every movement he made.

"Preston!" one of the guests announced, happy to see his face. "We are so glad that we could see you."

"Of course, I am the host after all." Preston replied, showing pleasure in his face and tone. "However, I am dealing with a major problem this evening, unfortunately..."

"It's your daughter, Preston!" a woman chimed in. "Your ruthless daughter is telling us lies!"

Preston faked a gasp, and placed a shocked hand over his chest. Pacifica tried her best to not roll her eyes over his terrible 'act'.

"My daughter! Of course. She was the one who started all of this nonsense," Preston said, Pacifica hinting a bit of falseness in his tone. "I am terribly sorry for her burden over you, my guests. My deepest apologies."

"Preston, it is okay," a man with a French accent said. "However, your daughter did say some surprising and overwhelming things..."

"Like what?" Preston replied, fixing his tie and making his way to the French man. "I would like to know what she said." He clapped his hands together and flashed a worried look at his audience.

"That you were rude! Someone you can't trust! A pure evil being!" another guest came in. "She said so many outrageous things about your name and title!"

Preston's face dropped, upset and a bit confused, even though Pacifica already knew he was just acting. "How could she...?" Preston started, as he released a loud gasp that bounced off the walls of the room. His voice seemed like it was about to break into tears. "After all I gave to her, she dares to treat me like this?"

Pacifica felt like going up to her father and to just whack him in the face.

Some guests cooed in comfort, and they started to circle around Preston, telling him that everything was going to be okay. Dipper and Pacifica stared at the act in disgust, their hatred for Preston growing. How dare he pull off an act like this.

"Preston, if you want to talk to your daughter, she's over there!" a woman with an orange bun announced. She then raised a hand over and released a finger to point to Dipper and Pacifica and their friends. Their eyes widened and a few gasps were released from their mouths. Preston almost flashed an evil smile at his daughter. Pacifica felt her legs shiver as other glares were casted upon her.

Preston walked out of the circle his guests gathered around him and he tucked his hands behind his back. "Dear daughter..." Preston croaked, again, Pacifica aware of her father's sarcasm. Preston even raised his hand to his face to cover his eyes, almost like tears were about to fall. "How could you...?"

Pacifica didn't know what to say. Everyone was angrily staring at her, expecting an answer from her. But Pacifica didn't fell affected by their eyes. She knew the real truth of her father; and she had a right to tell everyone that he was a bad person. And luckily, there were other people that had her back.

"Dad..." Pacifica murmured. She then curled her hands into tight fists. "You're a big fat LIAR!"

Gasps and screams echoed the hall. Preston's eyes widened, then lowered to show that he was angry.

"You're expecting me to get into your act! Wow, you're really fooling our guests, but you CAN'T FOOL ME!" Pacifica shouted with confidence. "I seen what you did to me and Dipper, and I will never forget it!"

Preston stood frozen in his place, staring at his daughter. He was full on frustrated with the girl, and had an urge to slap her in the face. But it wouldn't be worth it- if people saw what he would do, they would never forgive him. Preston would be a laughing stock to the whole entire universe. He couldn't do nothing but continue his selfless act.

"P-P-Pacifica..." Preston started.

"THAT'S IT! Pacifica Northwest will be punished!" a man from the crowd announced. "Let's get her!"

Many other guests started to agree and shake their heads in agreement, and even started to march towards Pacifica and her friends. Their furious looks and angered eyes made the group tremble. Pacifica felt an evil and revenge smiling stare from her father, as the guests started to march in closer and closer. "How dare you disobey your own father, Pacifica!" a guest said, reaching out his hands that was about to grab onto Pacifica's shoulder. Luckily, Dipper slid in front of her and raised his hands to the sides to block any further contact. "Move over, commoner!" a nearby guest growled, about to lash Dipper. More and more guests were coming in, about to attack the two, when Marius couldn't take it no more and slammed his heeled boot on the floor.

"STOP!"

Everyone did what they were told. Marius's voice desolated in the hall, coming behind Pacifica and Dipper's back. Everyone's eyes darted to the young Austrian baron, who was held into a tight embrace with a scared Grenda. Marius silently and quietly told Grenda to back away for a second, and he walked up to the fury upon Pacifica and Dipper. The guests and even Preston himself looked confused and blankly at him.

"I, indeed," Marius begun, as he took his hands behind his back and started to twiddle them. He looked to the side and tried to not be fidgety. "They're telling the truth." He finally peeped at the last second.

The hall was then filled with gasps.

"Mr. Von Fundshauser, do you really believe these clueless children?!" the man that was about to attack Pacifica asked. "You're 13, a teenager for goodness sake, and you really believe all their childish nonsense?"

"Sir, I am 13, that is right, but they are 12. They're turning 13 sooner or later, and soon, they'll be able to detect what is right and what is wrong." Marius explained, stepping in front of Dipper to stare at the man harshly. "And I say that this is the beginning of their journey of choosing between justice and evil. And, to be honest, they are on the right track."

The guests' blank faces started to fade into confusion. "Marius, what are you trying to propose?" a woman chimed in, coming from behind the man who asked the previous question.

Marius closed his eyes and rose his face to the ceiling. "I am saying what I said earlier, they are telling the absolute truth. Ms. Pacifica isn't going insane, no no no, she is right. Preston Northwest is a terrible man."

"How so?!" a man with a gruffy voice stepped in. "You can't prove that he's a bad guy. After all, he did spend his time planning this whole entire festival."

"Yes, that is so, but have you ever wondered what Mr. Northwest does whenever you invite him to your estate?" Marius shouted, almost sounding angry from all the interrupting guests. "Think about it."

There was a mere moment of silence. All the rich guests stared into the distance, thinking about Marius's earlier question. What does Mr. Northwest do at my estate without me knowing?

"I have an opinion."

A cranky old man's voice came from behind the crowd- everyone backed away and saw Mayor Befuttlefumpter wheeling towards Marius and the rest of the group. Dipper and Pacifica relaxed for a bit as everyone paid attention to the mayor slowly making his way to Marius. The greatest superpower of Gravity Falls has something to say. "This is going pretty well, I think." Pacifica whispered beside Dipper. "Marius is a really good speaker. No wonder he's a baron." Dipper nodded in agreement and continued watching the scene.

Marius looked at Befuttlefumpter with a curious look, and tucked his hands behind his back. "Go on." Marius proceeded. The mayor returned a gentle look and a happy smile. It quickly faded to a saddened expression. "Preston is rude, perhaps," the mayor started, turning around on his wheelchair so he can face everyone in the crowd. "He does make fun of my age here and there, and he always says 'it's a joke, Befuttle, get over it', but I can't, goshdarn it!" the old man said. "And he always complains about the flooring back at my mansion, he always tries to get rid of my squawking crows without me looking, and I keep on hearing that he's planning to keep my own chimp servant!" The mayor then gave a glare to Preston who was settled far off in the scene, Preston's face flashing of disgust.

"Hey, he's right! Preston always complains, or, as he recalls, 'points out' how my forks in the dinning room aren't turned at an angle!" a young man said, joining beside the mayor. "Preston is sort of rude, now that I think about it..."

"Oh, hey, now I remember one thing! Preston always says that he hates the grape cider that I serve back at my estate, and he prefers his own apple cider instead. Heck, he even gave me a bottle of cider one Christmas even!" a woman angrily pointed out. "Preston, I serve grape since it's my company's specialty and my family enjoys it from time to time!"

Many guests' voices started to echo the room. They mostly all had the words 'Preston Northwest' and 'rude' and 'mean' in them, and as each second passed Preston's face just got weaker and depressed. Pacifica couldn't help it anymore; she flashed an evil glare at her father, which made him even more annoyed.

"Y'know what, everyone? Marius and Pacifica are right. Mr. Northwest is a rude man after all," a man pointed out, and everyone's head nodded up and down, understanding smiles on their face. "How could've I've been so blind?"

Preston started to feel stressed. His daughter and now even some of the guests were actually trying to find the real truth about him. The truth must not be found, Preston keep repeating in his head. The truth must not be found.

In an order of impatience, Preston clapped his hands together to get the attention of his guests, and as always, they listened. Instead of curious stares,however, Preston was shot down with furious, impatient glares. He even started to tremble, feeling that his daughter's shakiness caught up to him.

"Now, now, I hope we can put all of this nonsense behind us-" Preston reassured, but Befuttlefumpter interrupted him by rolling up to Preston and grabbing onto his wrist. Preston couldn't take it anymore. He shook it back and forth so that Befuttlefumpter could let go, but for an old man, he had a strong grip.

"What are you doing? Ugh, let me go!" Preston begged, sounding distressed and harsh. This only made Befuttlefumpter's grip tighter on the wrist. Preston continued his attempts to free himself, but the mayor did not allow it. Dipper and Pacifica felt fulfilled, but they were starting to get a bit worried when the mayor refused to let go.

"Marius? Anything you would like to say?" Befuttlefumpter asked, turning his head to look at the pleased baron. Marius nodded and walked up to the trapped pair with a small smirk on his face. Marius threw a small glare at Preston, placed his hands together, and even flipped his hair before he cleared his mouth and said,

"Get him."