I FINALLY updated Whispers in the Dark, everyone! So sorry for the terribly long wait, I hope I can update quicker next time. It's sort of a filler chapter, but it does explain a bit about Dipper's...problem. Enjoy the chapter!

From Hakumen (Guest): "Could i request a one shot about a yandere Pacifica who is obsessed with Dipper. And Dipper finds out when he stumbles upon a shrine dedicated to him that she made when the two of them were being chased by the ghost in Northwest Mansion Mystery."

I had to look up yandere to make sure I wrote this right. I hope this is satisfactory! If you don't like yandere, I won't judge you if you skip this one-shot.

Bleeding Love

She had taken the left path and he had taken the right when they were pursued. He hadn't thought much of it at the time and it hadn't been important. Pacifica was being chased by the ghost so it chose to take off after her. Dipper ran for another minute before pausing to catch his breath, leaning against the wall.

"Okay, weaknesses. Think, Dipper, think. What could a weakness for a ghost like this be?" He opened his journal to search again through its pages but froze upon hearing something fall away beside him. Hesitantly, he turned and frowned at the sight of the portion of the wall he had leaned against lying on the ground through the entrance to some sort of secret room.

"This old place is full of surprises," he mumbled, pocketing the journal for the moment. Ducking his head, Dipper stepped inside and replaced the wood upon hearing a loud bellow coming closer. He held it there for a minute, breathing hard as the ghost flew by and he vaguely heard Pacifica taunting it as she ran. Good, at least she was distracting it. Maybe she was doing that to buy him time to find the answer to this issue of her family's.

He pulled a light switch above his head and his jaw slackened at the sight before him. The room was no bigger than a closet, yet the objects stacked before him made it appear much larger. They were grouped into a large pile with a few photographs scattered here and there. The candles by it had once been lit, but now they sat melancholy on the tiers of the stack.

Well, stack wasn't really the correct word for it. Shrine, yeah, that fit much better.

More specifically, a shrine to him.

Dipper's image was the main focus in all of the photographs. Him smiling with Mabel in the background at the pool, him working the register at the Mystery Shack, him laying on his back on the lawn looking up at the clouds... It was a little too creepy for his taste.

Why did Pacifica's house have this? Did she make it? If so...did he really want to know why?

He swallowed harshly and stepped closer nervously. Now that he was nearer to the shrine - his shrine, he reminded himself unnecessarily in mild befuddlement - he could see that the objects in the pile were his own. There was random things, like an old dishtowel he had used to dry his hair that one day Mabel had ruined all of the towels by testing them with Mabel Juice, and he wrinkled his nose at quite a few of them. Why did Pacifica want such common things that he'd happened to use maybe once or twice?

Dipper's eyes widened as he spotted something large, green, and brown in the center of the shrine to him. It was his old hat, the one he had come to Gravity Falls wearing and had lost when a gnome had fallen off the golf cart with it as he'd tried to save Mabel from the gnome army. What the heck was it doing here?

Okay, this was seriously getting weird.

He shook his head. "What the - ? I don't even..."

What was he supposed to do now that he had found this disturbing shrine? Tell the Northwests about it? Demand that they take it down and give him his hat back?

"Oh, Dipper," the boy in question froze and he felt all of the air leave his lungs abruptly. "I had really hoped you would keep your cute little nose out of here. You're really too curious for your own good, aren't you?"

"Pacifica..."

"Yes?" Her voice was like honey, unnervingly sweet. He didn't like it; what was wrong with her? This was crazy even for her.

"What... Why...?"

She giggled next to his ear and Dipper jumped nearly a foot in the air, scrambling back away from the blonde. Her eyes seemed to glint maliciously in the near darkness.

"Dipper, haven't you figured it out? Smart boy like you... You must have. Tell me you did."

Dipper breathed deeply, trying not to panic as he thought about Mabel in the ballroom with the rest of the guests. He had to get her and get out of here. Something was really wrong, very wrong. Every nerve in his body screamed insistently to run.

"I have no idea what this is, or why you have it. Why do you have this stuff...? My stuff..."

Pacifica sighed and edged closer despite his obvious discontent. "And here I thought you knew. How silly of me! Well, if you need it spelled out for you...let's just say I've been watching you for a long time, Dipper."

"This looks like an obsession," he said cautiously, eyes flitting between her and the doorway. If he could just slip past her...

"Same difference. Who cares?"

"I do!" Dipper stared at her in shock. "It's me you're obsessed over!"

Pacifica giggled and she stepped closer. She was only inches away and Dipper wished he wasn't afraid to run. Something in her eyes told him that if he did, she was going to do something he wouldn't like. "You say it as if it's a bad thing."

Okay, the blonde was certifiably insane. He edged away, out of her reach. "Pacifica, you can take care of your own ghost problem. Sorry, but I can't...I can't do this. Alright? Have a good party and good luck."

He turned and headed for the entrance back to the hallway. Before he could get there however, he was yanked back and thrown against the wall facefirst. Dipper struggled but something pricked the back of his neck and his eyes rolled back into his head. Slumping to the ground, the last thing he remembered was someone whispering in his ear, "Now we'll be together forever."

Is it bad that I actually had fun writing yandere!Pacifica? I'm sorry, Dippingsauce...