A/N:
Credit to CraveFanArt for the cover art.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls. Gravity Falls was created by Alex Hirsch and Disney owns it.
Then the prophetess said to the witcher: "I shall give you this advice: wear boots made of iron, take in hand a staff of steel. Then walk until the end of the world. Help yourself with your staff to break the land before you and wet it with your tears. Go through fire and water, do not stop along the way, do not look behind you. And when the boots are worn, when your staff is blunt, once the wind and the heat have dried your eyes so that your tears no longer flow, then at the end of the world you may find what you are looking for and what you love..."
The witcher went through fire and water, he did not look back. He did not take iron boots or a staff of steel. He took only his sword.
He did not listen to the words of prophets. And he did well because she was a bad prophet.
Andrzej Sapkowski – Baptism of Fire.
Episode 3: The Last Wish.
Summary:
Pacifica makes use of her wish to have a final chance with Dipper. However, it ends up developing in a way she doesn't expect.
Important: I'm doing a complete rewrite/revision before uploading the last chapter.
This chapter is: [Rewrite finished for all chapters 08/03]
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[Chapter one: Marshmallows]
[Prologue]
As Pacifica walked through the garden, the confidence her wish had granted her faded quickly.
'What if I have formulated it wrong? What if it simply doesn't work?'
Doubts filled her mind. She went from walking to almost running. Pacifica got inside the manor and rushed into her room. The heiress didn't want to run into her parents and discover that it hadn't worked. She grabbed the llama sweater Mabel had gifted her, sat on her bed and hugged it. It was fluffy, and it reminded her of the night she had spent in the Shack. The sweater relaxed her. Pacifica put on the comfy sweater and sighed.
There was a knock and her bedroom door opened immediately afterwards.
"Pacifica?" Her mother poked her head in. "There you are."
The heiress practically jumped out of her skin. She couldn't hide the sweater she was wearing.
"Are you cold, dear?" Priscilla asked as she raised an eyebrow at the sweater.
"Hum..." She pushed a lock of hair out of her face. "No, I was just seeing if this still fitted me."
Priscilla frowned for a second since she didn't recognize the sweater. Her daughter however had so many clothes that she assumed she must've forgotten about this one in particular.
"Pacifica, we have to talk." She sat on the edge of the bed next to her.
"Okay." Pacifica nodded as she thought 'It's over'.
"Your father and I need to ask you a favor." The Northwest matriarch began. "We're going on a business trip overseas, and we would like you to try to take care of the manor on your own while we're out."
Pacifica did the biggest of efforts to keep her eyes from bulging out and her jaw from falling open. She nodded impassively.
"I would've liked you to come with us," Priscilla explained. "but your father insists that this opportunity will help you build character and be more responsible, and I agree with him that this might be a good experience."
"Sure, no problem." Pacifica shrugged as she inwardly yelled 'It' worked! Oh my gosh, this is amazing! I can't believe it worked!'
"You can call us on the phone for anything, although I think the butlers will be enough to assist you in anything you need."
'There is the first setback.' Pacifica thought.
While most butlers saw their jobs as just a job, and the rest knew that one day it would be Pacifica who would be giving them their paychecks, the heiress didn't want to risk them calling her parents if she did something unusual.
Before Priscilla left the bedroom, Pacifica called for her.
"When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow after having lunch."
When her mother left, Pacifica jumped onto her bed and began bouncing on it. Her face was beaming and she was grinning broadly.
Finally things were going her way.
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"Tell me again why do we have to go to London all of a sudden?" Priscilla asked her husband while packing up her favorite dresses. She knew that where there were business trips, there were social meetings. She needed to look perfect for that.
"I received a fantastic financial proposal about an hour ago." Preston smiled happily. "If everything goes right, I'll finally own that street on the nearest side of town. I have been after it for years!"
"If it's so urgent, can't you just phone them right now?" Priscilla asked.
"That would be rude." Business was Preston's thing, not Priscilla's. "I need to be present for the deal. Moreover, I'd like to consult with some accountants and managers there first."
"Hm." Priscilla closed the zipper on her bag. "Are you sure about leaving Pacifica here?"
"Yes." Preston replied after a moment of hesitance. "She's mad at me at the moment. A few days apart will calm her. Besides, she should get used to order the butlers around on her own. One day they'll be hers."
"Preston," Mrs. Northwest insisted. "why don't you fix things with her before leaving? Just in case."
"I have nothing to fix." Preston declined the idea. "She should just behave like the heiress she is."
"And you wonder why she is so stubborn?" Priscilla commented amusedly. "She's just like you."
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Mabel arrived to the Shack from the grocery store. She hopped off the bus carrying a marshmallows bag almost as big as herself, making her walking comically looking. Mabel had felt very sorry for her brother after he told him what he had learned in his first date. Every step that Dipper attempted to make towards Pacifica placed him further from the heiress. The cheerful brunette wanted to do something for her brother and, in her mind, there was nothing like a tasty meal.
Dipper was in the meantime sat in the Shack's porch sofa. He was staring blankly into the forest, his head resting on a fist. He was thoughtful, wondering why Pacifica hadn't called yet. When he saw his sister, or rather a walking marshmallows bag with the legs of his sisters behind it, he couldn't help but smile. Dipper stood up and went to give her a hand.
"Thanks, bro-bro." Mabel was relieved she could see where she was going now that she was sharing the weight with Dipper. "Has she called yet?" Dipper shook his head. "Don't worry. She will call." She reassured with a smile.
"I hope so." Dipper muttered.
They twins carried the bag into the Shack. When they were halfway through the corridor, the phone on the table next to them began ringing. Mabel reflexively let go of the bag to pick it up, and Dipper, unbalanced, fell to the floor on top of the marshmallows bag with a 'Poof!' of dust.
"Mabel here!" The preteen chirped. "Hey Pacifica! Yeah, he is right here, on the floor, lying on top of a marshmallows bag. He seems a pretty annoyed." She smirked teasingly at her brother. "He is getting up and he's glaring at me. Here he comes! If I disappear by tomorrow, tell everyone it was Dipper!"
Dipper snatched the phone from a giggling Mabel.
"Pacifica?" His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "I mean, um... Hey." Dipper put on a manly voice.
"Dipper?" Pacifica was attempting to hold her laughter after picturing what Mabel had described. "What were you doing lying on a marshmallows bag?"
"I was ah…" Dipper was at a loss of words.
Mabel had an idea and began gesturing it to her brother.
"I was walking through the corridor," Dipper read the gestures. "when I saw a group of mice trying to… steal our marshmallows bag so I jumped on top of it?"
Dipper gave a confused look to his sister, but Mabel gave him a thumb up. He had got her gestures right, which only confused Dipper more. He facepalmed, realizing how stupid he had just sounded.
"Yeah, sure." Pacifica snickered on the other side of the line. "And I thinking you tripped with the bag on your way to pick up the phone."
"No, no." Dipper quickly declined. "My story was better and more… uh… heroic. Yes."
There was an awkward silence between them.
"Ask her what happened!" Mabel whispered as she jabbed her brother in the side. The cheerful brunette tried to hear the conversation by placing her ear on the other side of the phone handset.
"Shh." Dipper hushed his sister and resumed talking. "So… how is everything?"
"Great!" Pacifica said happily. "I called to ask you a favor actually."
"Sure." The happy tone made Dipper smile broadly. "What do you have in mind?"
"You see, my parents are leaving for some business trip overseas, and I'll be alone in the manor for a while." She made a pause as she wondered how to formulate her question. "Would you, and I guess your sister too, like come stay with me for a few days?"
Dipper's eyes widened at the sudden proposition, his hand stopped responding and the phone slipped out of it. Mabel was quick to react and grabbed the handset before it hit the floor.
"Dipper?" Pacifica asked, impatient for an answer.
"Hey Pacifica!" Mabel chirped. "I think my brother just short-circuited. What do we need to take with us?"
"Oh." Pacifica giggled. "Well, clothes, toothbrushes and all that stuff. The manor probably has the rest. Ah, and swimsuits too. I have a pool in the backyard." She commented smugly.
"Neat! We'll be there in a couple hours." Mabel attempted to give the phone back to Dipper, but he was still astonished by the news. "Earth to Dippingsauce, wake up!" Mabel poked his cheek with the handset. "We are going on a sleepover!"
Dipper finally reacted and took the phone clumsily in his hand.
Mabel ran out of the corridor in search of Grunkle Stan.
"Grunkle Staaaan, we need you to take us to Pacifica's manor!" She yelled, leaving the room.
The boy remembered very well the last time he had a sleepover with Pacifica. In fact, it was the only time he had had a sleepover with Pacifica. During that sleepover, he had considered the heiress just as a friend. What had just left him dumbfounded was: what would happen now that they were something more?
"Dipper?" Pacifica asked and snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Y-yes! I'm here."
"What happened? You don't want to come?"
"No! I mean… Yes! Ugh, how does one answer that question properly?" Dipper mumbled and caused Pacifica to giggle on the other side. "Of course I want to go! I was just… a little surprised at the idea. I guess your parents don't know a thing about this?"
"Nothing at all."
"And don't you think the butlers might sell you out?"
"That's already taken care of." She smiled nonchalantly. "I gave all the butlers a paid week off."
"So… we will be all alone in the manor? With no adults watching over us?"
"Well, there's the kitchen staff. But they come, make the food, and leave afterwards." She explained. "Aside from that… Yeah! We will be pretty much on our own here."
"That…" Dipper had to blink as the possibilities crossed his mind. "That sounds great!"
"I know, right?" The heiress replied excitedly.
"You used the wish for this, didn't you?" Dipper remembered the events that took place yesterday.
"Maybe. I didn't exactly wish for this." Pacifica said doubtfully.
"What did you wish for then?" Dipper was, as usual, very curious.
"I'm not telling you." Pacifica suddenly felt very thankful Dipper couldn't see her flushing red.
"Was it for me to fall on a marshmallows bag?" Dipper asked playfully. "Because that has already happened."
"Yep. That is all I could come up with. You caught me, Dork." Pacifica joked.
Their happy laughter was interrupted by Mabel's voice, which came from upstairs.
"Dipper! What underwear do you want me to pack you!? Do you think Pacifica will like the briefs or should I just pack the boxers?"
Dipper quickly covered the microphone with his hand.
"Mabel! That's no one's business! I'll do my own baggage!"
"I heard briefs!" Mabel ignored her brother and giggled. "Alright, I'm packing them!"
"Something wrong?" Pacifica asked after hearing nothing but muffled mumbling through the phone.
"N-no!" Dipper quickly got back into the conversation. "We'll be there. I need to hang up before Mabel messes my bags."
"Alright. See you later."
"Later." Dipper hung up the phone and ran upstairs.
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Pacifica shifted her weight from feet to feet. She was nervous. She had been waiting for a while outside the fence gate. The heiress had the twins' bedrooms ready and she had already ordered the kitchen staff to prepare the dinner. All that she needed now was her guests. Finally, after the tenth time she checked her watch, she saw the red Cadillac appearing on the road.
"Mabel, I still don't know why you have brought those." Dipper protested. He was carrying his dark blue bag on his lap.
"I wasn't going to leave them to spoil." Mabel replied, her magenta bag on her lap as well. "Besides, I'm certain Pacifica will love it."
The bag of marshmallows Mabel had bought earlier in the day was in between the twins on the back seat, causing it a tight fit for them to sit there.
"Hey, stop your bickering." Stan grumbled. "We are already here."
"Are you sure you are not going to miss us, Grunkle Stan?" Mabel asked before hopping out of the car.
"You kidding, right?" Stan raised an eyebrow. "Now I won't have to worry about my slippers being wet with milk! This is a week of vacations for me." Stan shrugged.
Mabel didn't seem very convinced, but she gave in. She was not about to miss what Dipper and Pacifica would do in the manor.
They stepped out of the car. Mabel immediately ran up to Pacifica and hugged her, lifting her in the air for a second and earning a yelp of surprise from the heiress.
"Hi, Pacifica!" Mabel chirped after letting the heiress back on her feet.
Pacifica wasn't very happy at the sudden display of affection, but she guessed that if she was going to keep seeing Dipper she would have to get used to Mabel's mabelness.
"Hey Mabel." The heiress replied dryly.
"You really liked the sleepover at the Shack and that's how you got this idea, right?" Mabel asked excitedly and began bouncing.
"Yeah. Can you calm down?"
"Sure!" Mabel stood still but kept grinning from ear to ear.
Dipper walked up to the girls, his bag on one hand and the big marshmallows bag on the other. The boy was struggling greatly to keep his balance, and his walking resembled that of a duck's.
"Oh my! Sorry, Dipper!" Mabel went to his aid and. "I completely forgot!"
"Hm." Pacifica smiled teasingly at Dipper. "I see you've already ditched me for someone baggier."
"What?" It took a second for Dipper to catch the joke. "Oh, yeah. It's not going to work, though. I'm more of the slim blonde type."
The comment, in addition to Mabel's 'Ohhhhhh', earned a blush on Pacifica's cheeks.
"Fine, I take you back."
Pacifica pulled Dipper by the collar of his vest into a hug. Mabel had to grab the marshmallows bag, and Dipper's own bag fell to the ground as he returned the much needed embrace. They both had been a complete ball of nerves for the last few days because of Pacifica's parents, and at the moment they couldn't believe they could hug, even if it was only temporary.
A click followed by a flash snapped them out of their daydreaming. Mabel chirped happily as she commented something about her new scrapbook and retrieved the picture from her instant camera.
Dipper was about to protest, but Pacifica hugged him tighter and whispered into his ear.
"Let her take all the pictures she wants. She'll have to sleep eventually, and then I'll get my hands on that camera."
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Pacifica finished showing the twins their bedrooms. They had a room each, identical and one next to the other. The heiress had also showed them were the bathroom was in that wing of the house, since all the doors were the same. Mabel had commented the bathroom was so big it resembled a bathhouse.
Once they had left their baggage, the three preteens went to the dining room. It was already dark outside and dinner was about to be served. The dining room was big and rectangular, like most rooms in the manor. It had a rectangular table in the center with a chandelier hanging over it and a big fireplace on the wall.
"Are you sure these guys won't call your parents?" Dipper whispered to Pacifica while the kitchen staff entered the manor and went to the kitchen.
"Quit worrying, Dipper. The kitchen staff is hired." She waved a hand dismissively. "They have no relation with the Northwest family. I don't even think they know my name. As far as they're concerned, Mabel could be the heiress."
"What do you mean? Don't I look like an heiress?"
Mabel had two rolled up napkins sticking out of her nose. She looked like a walrus. Dipper was used to those kind of jokes and rolled his eyes, but Pacifica chortled and had to raise her hand to her mouth to keep herself from bursting into laughter.
"So... What are we having for dinner?" Dipper asked once Pacifica had calmed her desire to laugh.
"I'm not sure. They usually give two dishes to choose. But I think tonight's theme it is seafood."
"Breaded calamari rings, breaded calamari rings!" Mabel repeated like a mantra with her fingers crossed.
Finally, the kitchen staff came.
"Hello sir and ladies. Today's menu is breaded calamari rings..." The waiter began.
"Yes!" Mabel yelled jubilantly.
"...covered in caviar..."
"What?! Alright I want the desserts menu." Mabel concluded, a frown on her face.
"...or the steamed lobster." The waiter finished.
Dipper and Pacifica agreed on having lobster while Mabel had a bowl of ice cream.
The waiter left and came a few minutes later with both dishes. Dipper had asked for the lobster mostly because that was what Pacifica had asked for, and because he was curious to see how it tasted. However, he immediately regretted his decision. The waiter placed in front of him the steamed lobster, full.
"So... The shell is edible?" Dipper asked poking his meal with a finger. The dead crustacean's eyes were creeping him out, and he was expecting his meal to wake up and run away any second.
"No, silly. You have to remove it. Use the lobster cracker." Pacifica said taking hers. "What's edible is the meat inside."
The heiress twisted and pulled one of her lobster's claws, separating it from the body. Then, she took the meat from inside the claw using a lobster's fork.
"I... I don't think I can do that." Dipper had a nausea expression on his face.
The waiter approached to the boy.
"I can crack open the lobster for the sir." He offered, taking the lobster and skillfully cracking the claws and then the tail, all in front of Dipper's face.
The poor boy's eyes widened, his desires to throw up increasing dramatically. He moved a hand to cover his mouth.
"I have to go to the bathroom!" He hurried out of the room.
Pacifica directed a confused expression towards Mabel, who was happily eating her ice cream.
"We have a pet lobster in the Shack." Mabel explained.
"Oh." Was all Pacifica could say. 'Great. Nice job, Paz.' The heiress reproached herself.
Pacifica thought she had definitely failed as a host. That had been their first meal together and she was the only one eating it. Mabel had skipped to the desserts and Dipper was probably throwing up what he had eaten a few hours ago. Pacifica began to rack her brains for a solution. She first stared at Mabel in hopes that the cheerful preteen would come up with an idea, but she seemed too busy with her ice cream. Pacifica sighed and stared at the flames in the fireplace for some time, until an idea struck her mind.
"That's it!" She jumped up from her chair. "You!" She pointed to the waiter. "We are finished with the dinner."
The waiter nodded and began to clear the table.
Pacifica then grabbed Mabel by the sleeve and ran upstairs to the twin's bedroom.
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"I don't want to know anything about lobsters ever again."
Dipper had managed to calm his stomach in time. He washed his face to ease his nausea and left the bathroom more relaxed. He walked back to the dining room.
"I guess the desserts will have to do. I hope tomorrow they serve something more... common." He thought aloud, not very convinced.
Dipper sighed sadly. He knew that if wanted to go long-term with Pacifica, he would have to get used to the fancy food, and he had just discovered that was not going to be easy. He found Mabel waiting for him on top of the stairs.
"Hey, bro-bro! How are you feeling?"
"Good now. Is Pacifica upset because of the dinner?" He asked worriedly.
"Nope. In fact, she is waiting for you! C'mon!" Mabel cheered, grabbing Dipper by the vest and pulling him downstairs two steps at the time.
"Careful with the steps!" Dipper yelled, fearing to trip and fall downstairs.
Mabel took him outside to the back yard. They found Pacifica sat on a bench. The heiress had taken some of the firewood reserved for the fireplace, and with some of the garden's rocks and some fuel she had managed a good campfire between the stone benches. She had a huge marshmallows bag behind her.
"I'm sorry for the dinner." Pacifica apologized. She had been worried that Dipper would not like the fancy food. She knew that if she wanted to go long-term with the boy, she would have to give up some things. But she didn't care at all.
"It's alright. I didn't come to the manor to have dinner." Dipper reassured with a smile.
"Wanna eat some marshmallows with Mabel and me?" The heiress offered.
"Are you sure? Eating those doesn't involve dismemberment." Dipper teased, feigning doubt.
"I guess you'll have to teach me then." She said, patting the spot on the bench beside her, inviting him.
Dipper gladly sat beside the heiress, his hand slightly brushing hers in the process and getting him the goosebumps. Pacifica noticed his reaction and grabbed his hand to give it a squeeze. She had a small smile on her face, her teeth shining due to the campfire. Dipper knew that smile very well. Pacifica never smiled broadly. All she gave were small smiles. The boy guessed that it was due to her psychologically hard childhood. He loved the smile, and considered it a great achievement every time he managed to place one on her face.
Dipper's stomach growled in hunger loudly enough for Pacifica to hear, who giggled.
'Great timing.' Dipper thought, suddenly hating his stomach.
He began showing Pacifica how to roast marshmallows.
"It works like this." Dipper explained. "You take a marshmallow and place it on the twig's tip. Then you roast it on the fire." Dipper handled the heiress a twig with the marshmallow already impaled. He then got another twig ready for himself.
Mabel laughed at her brother.
"That is too slow, Dippingsauce. Behold... this!" She exclaimed after a pause. Mabel pulled a twig from behind her back with a row of six marshmallows impaled on it. "This is six times faster than yours!"
"Maybe, but in the time it takes you to eat six, half of them get cold." Dipper countered.
In the meantime Pacifica, who was ignoring the debate between the twins, took the twig and placed the marshmallow inside the fire. The sugary product quickly caught on fire. The heiress guessed that was normal, as it was being roasted anyways. What she took out of the fire was coal black.
Dipper noticed the result of Pacifica's try and chuckled.
"You don't have to place them inside of the fire. Look, it's like this." Dipper roasted his marshmallow for a while on the fire and then handed Pacifica the twig.
The heiress took a bite of the spongy confection.
"Mhm, it tastes like a cloud made out of sugar!" Pacifica gave a satisfied hum while chewing. "Dipper, try some!" She pointed the marshmallow towards the boy instead of handing him the twig.
Dipper, not overthinking it, took a bite from the previously nibbled food.
"It could use a little more roasting, but it is good." He agreed.
The pair looked at Mabel, who was with the camera ready and a broad smile on her face.
"What are you doing?" Pacifica asked.
"Isn't it obvious? You have just shared the same food! I'm waiting for you to bite it at the same time for my scrap book!" Mabel cheered.
Dipper and Pacifica glanced at each other. They had failed to notice that detail.
"Should have taken her camera." Dipper muttered.
"Agreed." Concluded Pacifica.
The preteens dealt with the marshmallows while having a conversation around the fire. Dipper and Pacifica held hands now and then, but they were cautious not to be seen by the cheerful brunette to avoid more picture material. They didn't mind that Mabel took pictures, but they were enjoying the excitement of holding hands furtively.
Eventually they had their bellies full and the strong fire turned into embers. They had been silent for some time, resting from the day.
"Hey Dipper. Look at the fire!" Mabel told her brother.
"What about it?"
"It's on embers! Tell a scary story! Pleaaaaaase" Mabel pleaded.
"Alright." Dipper bent over to make the dim light of the campfire give him a scary look. "Once upon a time, a man named Tennyson was walking back home. He was late so he went through the corn field to shorten..."
"Bah, you always tell that one." Mabel protested.
"I haven't heard that story." Pacifica said, interested in it. She didn't have much experience in the horror subject and she was curious.
"I'll go have a walk while you tell the story." Mabel stood up and left.
Dipper continued with the story. In the meantime, Mabel petted some of the peacocks that didn't run on sight. They were very friendly and used to people. Then she sneaked back to the campfire, without being seen by the heiress. Dipper noticed his sister making a gesture for him to remain silent, a mischievous smile on her face.
Dipper smiled and began to finish the story.
"…And Tennyson barely escaped the house of the three old hags who have tried to throw him alive in a pot, but what he didn't know is that what awaited him in the corn field was even worse..." He paused to add suspense. Pacifica was practically on the edge of the bench, her hands on her mouth. Mabel was by now right behind the heiress. "…because Tennyson was racing blindly through the corn field for his life, until he ran into the scarecrow and fell back to the ground. He was at first relieved it was just a scarecrow, but that didn't last long. The scarecrow turned on his pole, grew feet of hay and leaned over him, opening his mouth filled with dagger teeth and asking in a deep voice: 'Tennyson, are your teeth like these?'."
The very moment Dipper said the last sentence, Mabel jabbed Pacifica's sides with her forefingers, yelling 'Boo!' in a gruff voice. The heiress shrieked in complete horror and jumped up almost her entire height.
Dipper burst into laughter and Mabel did the same, falling to the ground and rolling too.
Pacifica, scared to the bones and embarrassed by her loss of composure, began yelling at the twins and throwing marshmallows at them.
"You are a bunch of idiots!" The heiress stormed off to her room.
When their laughter subsided, Dipper just noticed what he had done.
"Oh boy. I have just messed bad, right?"
"Nah, it was a joke, Dipper." Mabel reassured. "Go talk to her, I'll get the marshmallows inside."
"Mabel," Dipper paused for a second. "thank you for bringing the marshmallows." He had a feeling he shouldn't have rebuked her back in the car. "It was a good idea."
Mabel beamed at the praise.
"All ideas are good ideas! Now go talk to Pacifica!"
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"Pacifica, are you in there?" Dipper knocked on Pacifica's door.
"No." Came Pacifica's voice from inside.
"Can... I come in?"
There was a moment of silence, and then he heard the heiress again.
"What's the password?"
"Uh..." He hesitated for a moment. "Dipper is a dork?"
"Close enough." She opened the door and poked the head out. Pacifica was wearing the same white nightgown of the past Tuesday. Dipper's eyes glanced quickly at her dress and then fixed on her eyes.
"You know it was just a joke, right?" Dipper asked with a worried expression on his face.
Pacifica stared into the boy's eyes. His worried gaze made her reconsider her anger a few times, and she eventually gave in.
'I am a sucker for those hazel eyes.' Pacifica protested inwardly, biting her lower lip. She wasn't mad at the boy anymore, but at herself instead for forgiving him so quickly.
"I know." She finally said. "I was just..."
"Scared?" Dipper guessed.
"I'm not very used to scary stories." She admitted.
"I'm sorry." Dipper now felt guilty.
"Don't worry. I'll survive." The heiress reassured and yawning.
"We'll better go to sleep." Dipper suggested.
"Yeah. See you tomorrow, Dork." She closed the door.
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Approximately two hours later, Pacifica was thrashing in her sleep. She suddenly sat up straight, completely awakened and covered in cold sweat. Her hands were shaking and she had distress written on her face. She had just had a nightmare.
The heiress took her pillow in her arms and walked out of her room. She knocked on Dipper's door. A few seconds later, a very drowsy Dipper opened the door.
"Pacifica? Something wrong?" He noticed the distress on the girl.
"I-I was sleeping, and there was a c-corn field where I was running..." She stammered.
Dipper recognized the scenario immediately and his heart sunk with guilt. He had caused the heiress a nightmare.
"Come in." He stepped aside.
They sat on the bed, Pacifica still clenching her pillow.
"Dipper, I don't want to go back to sleep." She was scared.
"We don't have to. Let's just lie in bed." He calmed her.
Dipper lay on his back and covered his face with his hands. The last thing he wanted was Pacifica associating him with a scary experience. He didn't dare looking at the heiress, ashamed of what had just happened. He was supposed to be the smart boy; he should've seen this coming. Pacifica lay on her side, facing the boy and hugging her pillow. The heiress closed her eyes and attempted to sleep, but she couldn't stop picturing her nightmare and, instead, her hands began shaking again. The sight was the straw that broke the camel's back for Dipper. He acted, sliding his hand within hers to give her comfort.
Pacifica stared at the hand in surprise. His hand was warm and firm; it comforted her shaking hand. The heiress pushed her pillow away and scooted a little closer to Dipper. She pulled his arm closer, and hugged it with her other arm, resting her head on Dipper's shoulder. The arm was comforting and it stopped her shivering. Pacifica clung to his arm and gave it another try to close her eyes. A few minutes later, her breathing was steady and her eyes had remained closed. She was had fallen peacefully asleep.
By contrast, Dipper was now stiff as a stick and staring at the ceiling with eyes opened as saucers. His arm was rather close to many of Pacifica's charms, and Dipper couldn't help but feel a mixture of nervousness and excitement that kept him from trying to sleep.
'Serves me right for messing with her.' Dipper thought with a sigh.
Dipper turned his head towards her, careful not to wake her up, and smiled. She didn't look stuck-up like the proud heiress usually looked when she was awake, but completely relaxed and with a small smile on her face instead. Dipper used his free hand to stroke her cheek. The guilt he had felt earlier had completely washed away when he had seen her asleep face. Dipper gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and closed his eyes.
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A/N:
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I can't explain the quote. By chapter 6-7 you'll guess what it is about.
We are currently in Act 1 of Episode 3. I'll let you know when we begin Act 2
FYI:
· This was basically the prologue. The scenario is set. They have the whole manor for themselves for an uncertain time.
· Dipper will try to learn the contents of Pacifica's wish, but she won't tell him until she is ready.
· This is one of my personal favorite chapters regarding Mabel.
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