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Episode 3: The Last Wish - Act 2: Dipper the overthinker.
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 5: Dream Invaders & The voice of reason]
[Act 2 - Monday: Part 1]
Dipper was sat on a tree branch reading his Journal. He didn't remember how he got there but all that mattered to him was reading the book. A small breeze caught his attention. Everything around him seemed to have turned monochromatic.
"Oh no." He said, recognizing the effect very well.
A nearby tree grew an eye. Then it merged into a triangle and Bill spawned from it.
"Hey there, Pine Tree! How're you doing?"
Dipper had a quick look at the Journal and noticed for the first time that he could not read any of the words in it.
"I am dreaming." He observed.
"No, no. You were dreaming. Now, thanks to me you are lucid dreaming." Bill corrected the boy.
"What do you want?" Dipper snapped, wary of the triangle's previous intentions with him.
"Isn't it obvious? I have come to make a deal!" He replied matter-of-factly. "You see, your recent relationship with Llama has meddled with my original plans. And they were big plans."
Bill grew in size while his original color faded, showing a series of pictures. Dipper managed to see a crashed spaceship, Gravity Falls in flames and a bubble with a shooting star on it.
"So Llama is Pacifica. She wore a sweater once and you nickname her like that? I thought you more creative." Dipper mocked the dream demon.
"It's not because of the sweater. You won't know what I'm talking about until you're twenty seven." Bill replied mysteriously.
"And this is the part where I beg you to tell me out of curiosity and you offer me a deal, am I right?" Dipper raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's not going to work. I've already finished Journal #2. I know your weakness." He shrugged and turned around on the branch.
"So you've read Sixer's work." Bill respawned in front of Dipper. "And what would that weakness be? Sticking jalapeno peppers in your own eyes? Oh boy how funny it was when that guy bought that." He laughed.
Dipper remained silent, unwilling to fall for the trick.
Bill looked at him for a second and then burst into laughter.
"Really? Have you forgotten we're in the dreamscape? All I have to do is this…" He narrowed his eye for a second. "…and now I know all your thoughts! That's some interesting theory Sixer has about me."
"But you don't deny it." Dipper smirked. "If no one makes a deal with you, you'll eventually grow powerless and fade back into your realm. That's what happens thirty years ago when Ford was stuck behind the portal, wasn't it? If Gideon hadn't summoned you a month ago you would've never be able to come back."
The dream demon frowned at the boy.
"Then you should know what I'm risking by entering your dream, and that my deal is serious." He materialized his cane and began rolling it. "Listen to what I've to say, Pine Tree, because it concerns both you and Llama. You won't wake up until a few hours anyways."
"Fine." Dipper agreed but crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't trust the dream demon one bit.
"Your relationship with the Northwest girl is a bomb about to blow up, leaving both of you broken and despaired. There are external factors that will make it detonate." Bill said, fading again and showing a different set of pictures. Dipper managed to see a funfair and a boat. "And there is nothing you can do to prevent your upcoming break-up."
Dipper laughed at the dream demon, which left Bill astonished.
"I have heard that nonsense before. That's not going to happen. Pacifica and I are bound by fate. Nothing can separate us." He countered, certain of himself.
It was Bill's time to laugh at the boy. He laughed so hard that he began to cackle.
"You mortals are always the same! After thousands and thousands of years, you keep making the same mistakes!" He laughed. "Being bound by fate is never enough. What is needed to keep a relationship like this is… something more." Bill muttered and a picture of a limousine at the Shack quickly appeared and faded in his body. "My deal is this: I will tell you what 'something more' is so that you prevent your relationship from falling apart, and you leave me take control of your body one more time. Just for an hour."
"What do you want with my body? Pacifica will notice it's not me. And so will Mabel."
"It's not them who I need to fool. I'm aiming for the top prize." Bill faded and showed a crystal sphere with a black substance moving inside.
Dipper wasn't trustful about the dream demon since he had his reasons and experience after all. Bill read his thoughts and knew he wouldn't agree on the deal.
"Fine, I know when I am not appreciated. I'll pay a visit to Llama, maybe she will come to senses."
"No! Stay away from her!" Dipper exclaimed, jumping up from the tree branch and fearing Bill would do the worst to Pacifica.
"Oh! I didn't know you had such imagination regarding meatbags tortures! I'll try something like that on Llama!" Bill laughed, reading the boy's thoughts again.
Dipper's face contorted with fear. He racked his brains for a way of preventing that and decided to try something bold.
"You are not going anywhere!" He snapped his finger wishing with all his might that it worked.
A cage spawned around Bill, successfully imprisoning him.
"What, you think this will stop me? I'm a dream de—"
He couldn't finish his sentence, since a huge anvil fell on top of the cage, smashing it to the ground. After that, a metal cargo container followed, and then the rest of the cargo ship.
Dipper approached the wreckage, smiling proudly at his work. He made all the stuff disappear, and found an empty cage below.
"Oh, no."
Dipper tried his best to wake himself up. He made a cold icy water bucket and threw it at his own face. It didn't work. He slapped himself twice in the cheeks without further results. He walked backwards, distressed because he couldn't wake up, and accidentally tripped on a tree root due to dumb's luck.
The effect was instantaneous. He woke up in the bed covered in cold sweat. The details of his dream were fading quickly due to his sudden awakening. Pacifica lay beside him with a painful expression on her face. Dipper grabbed her by the shoulders and began shaking her.
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Bill entered Pacifica's dreams and panted heavily. Between having to rematerialize himself, force the exit of the dream and then entering a new one, he was practically exhausted. He needed a deal or he wouldn't be able to do that many more times.
Pacifica was riding a white horse across a grass field wearing a beautiful purple dress. The princess was headed back to her own castle to launch a feast. She had been waiting two weeks to invite the townsfolk into the feast and see again the boy she was secretly in love with. She had put on her best dress and she was willing to endure his pain of a sister as long as she could just talk to him.
The horse neighed, stopping on its tracks. Pacifica snapped from her daydreaming and had a look around herself. Everything was turning monochromatic. An eye appeared on the sun and then it took a triangular shape, finally forming a triangle with silly arms and legs.
"Hey there! Name's Bill Cipher, dream demon!" He said, approaching the heiress. "Oh girl, you surely like fantasy princesses! You have one of those gallows to hang people? I'd love to see one of those in action." He added, taking a survey of the dreamscape.
"Dream what? Who are you?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'm the guy who gave your boyfriend those beautiful fork scars in his forearms." He puffed out, proud of his work.
"Yeah, right. So I guess I'm dreaming." Pacifica chuckled at the triangle.
"Indeed you are." Bill snapped his fingers. The trees burned and turned into ash, the grass rot and became mud and the horse began to melt as if it had been of ice, although ice wasn't supposed to scream like that.
Pacifica took a few steps back, her eyes bulging out at the sight. She realized that her beautiful dance dress had turned to her usual purple dress and jacket outfit. There was no longer a grass field around her, but a black empty void.
"What do you want?" She asked worriedly.
"Oh, nothing in particular. I just wanted to make a deal with you since your boyfriend the Pine Tree had just refused it." Bill explained.
"Dipper is not a tree." Pacifica was confused.
"Neither you are a llama. What's your point?" The dream demon shrugged.
"You are crazy."
"That's my second and fourth name."
Bill saw the corners of the black void fading in white. He was running out of time and she was waking up.
"Listen to me, this is the deal: You leave me take control of your body for an hour and I'll tell you how to keep your relationship from falling apart."
"Yeah, sure." Pacifica laughed at the dream demon. "And if I refuse?" She asked defiantly.
"Then I'll make you. The perks of being a dream demon are that I can see your worst nightmares." Bill shrugged. There was a clear white ring in the horizon now. "You know what, I'll do it anyways. One nightmare coming up!" He snapped his fingers.
A bird's cage appeared around Pacifica, imprisoning her. The heiress grew stiff without uttering a word.
"Are we ready to make a deal? I can easily get you out of there." Bill suggested.
"N-no. This isn't that bad." Pacifica tried to shrug, but she only managed to squirm.
"How about now?" Bill snapped his fingers again. The cage shrunk, forcing Pacifica to sat hugging her knees in it.
Her face contorted with horror. All her fears of being imprisoned by her parents, being forced to follow all their standards and unable to do whatever she wanted in her life was being represented in that little claustrophobic birdcage.
"I-I…" She stammered.
"I think you need a little more conviction." Bill made the cage shrink a little more. Pacifica could no longer move inside of it. "You see, just like your father the Puppet Master likes to say, shaking my hand would be taking the lesser evil. You'd spare yourself this torture and all I want in return is to use your body for an hour to prank an old friend." Bill shrugged.
Pacifica trembled and looked around herself, trying to find a way out of the cage. Among the pitch black of her dream, she saw a white horizon approaching her at an alarming speed. She didn't know what that was, but she had a pretty good guess.
"Alright! Alright! Make it stop!" She yelled.
Bill widened the cage enough so that she could take only her hand out of it through the bars. The white horizon had almost reached them and the dream demon was desperate.
"Shake my hand and we have a deal! Quick!"
Pacifica extended her hand out of the cage. Bill dashed to shake it but, just when he was about to do so, Pacifica raised it.
"Whoops. Too slow." The heiress smirked. "You think you can demand something from a Northwest? Screw you." She closed her fist and extended her middle finger at the dream demon.
Bill doubled in size and became red.
"You don't know what you've just done! You'll pay for th—"
He didn't have the chance of finish talking. The white horizon had already engulfed them.
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"Pacifica! Pacifica, wake up!" Dipper shook her by the shoulders. The scars on his forearm were itching terribly at the memories.
Pacifica sat up straight on the bed, her bangs plastered to her forehead in cold sweat. She looked around herself and sighed in relief.
"It was just a dream."
"No, it wasn't! Please, tell me you didn't shake his hand!" Dipper urged the heiress while examining her pupils.
"I didn't. I refused to take the lesser evil just like you told me." Pacifica smiled proudly. "All he got is this." She made the obscene gesture she had showed the dream demon.
Dipper sighed in relief and hugged her. When he parted the hug he began to chuckle.
"Who was that guy?" Pacifica asked.
"No one." Dipper lay back on the bed. He knew Bill had come to him because of his foolishness in the past, and he knew the dream demon had just targeted Pacifica because of him. He wouldn't share the burden of the dream demon with her. "You don't have to worry about him as long as you don't shake his hand."
"Won't he come back into our dreams?" Pacifica was still a little nervous from her recent dream turned nightmare.
"C'mere." Dipper patted the bed and Pacifica lay next to him. "The Journal says that he is from another dimension. He is nothing but a shadow here and he can't do a thing without deals." He explained.
"But… he seemed to know about our future." Pacifica added.
"What future? There are lots of different futures depending on our actions." Dipper countered. "No one can guess the exact future."
"That's sounds so dorky. It is true though." She chuckled and snuggled closer, her hand resting on Dipper's chest.
After a couple of minutes Dipper noticed how Pacifica was breathing steadily. She had fallen peacefully asleep. He pushed a few bangs off her face to have a better look, careful not to wake her. The heiress didn't seem affected at all by her first experience with the dream demon and Dipper sighed in relief, finally being able to display the frown on his face without her noticing. He had been completely worried about what Bill could do to Pacifica. Dipper had read the Journals #2 and #3 and knew how to fight him in the dreamscape, but Pacifica didn't. That, and the nightmare she had yesterday night had caused a knot in Dipper's heart, since both events had taken place because of his fault.
Even though Pacifica had a small smile and her hand was twitching on his chest in her sleep, that didn't ease Dipper's worry at all; there was only one way to fix his aching heart. He needed to make sure he was not going to lose her. He needed to feel she was there right next to him. The boy snuggled closer to Pacifica and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, carefully pulling her into a hug so to avoid waking her up. He then kissed her forehead and rested his chin on top of her head as he stroked her hair slowly. With every exhalation of her warm breath on his chest and every stroke of her silky hair, the knot loosened a little in Dipper's chest. However, Pacifica's breathing rate changed all of a sudden.
"What are you doing?" She asked, suddenly awakened in Dipper's chest.
Dipper quickly withdrew his hands and parted from her.
"I—huh… Sorry." He lowered his gaze in embarrassment.
"You were… worried about me?" She asked after a while. Dipper frowned and nodded lightly. Pacifica smiled warmly and stroked his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere, Dork. C'mere."
The heiress pulled him closer and buried her face into his chest as Dipper instinctively brought her into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Pacifica gulped loudly. She had just realized that Dipper was shirtless. She inclined her head slightly so that her bangs hid the blush on her face and Dipper misunderstood her gesture, stroking her hair a few times and landing a quick peck on her scalp. Pacifica smiled nonetheless and squeezed Dipper's side, wanting for him to lie on his back. Dipper again misunderstood her actions and squeezed her side in return. Pacifica rolled her eyes, knowing that they'll probably learn what the other wanted with some time and practice, but deciding that for now she would go for the direct approach. The heiress pressed her hand against his shoulder and made him lie back flat on the mattress. She then snuggled closer and rested her face on his chest, using it as a pillow.
Dipper wrapped one arm around her shoulders, holding her close while stroking her cheek with his other hand. Pacifica rubbed her face on his chest a few times and then she sighed happily, closing her eyes. She could hear his heart thumping under her ear and she found the sound relaxing. The heiress hugged his chest and fell asleep with a smile of contentment, and Dipper's fork scars didn't itch anymore.
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Pacifica opened her eyes very slowly. By the light in the room it should be around ten in the morning. She tried sitting up to stretch herself in bed but a pair of arms wrapped around her belly from behind prevented her from doing so. The heiress had a look over her shoulder and realized Dipper and she were spooning together, much to her surprise since she didn't remember going to sleep like that at all. Pacifica sighed happily at Dipper's affection. It felt as if he would not let go of her for anything in the world. The heiress snuggled her back closer to his chest to feel just a little more protected and tried to remember why they hadn't gone to sleep like that yesterday night from the start.
It didn't take her long. Dipper snuggled closer in his sleep and inhaled deeply in her hair, moaning softly as he exhaled. Pacifica felt something poking her backside and that was a big enough reason for her to try parting the embrace again. Pacifica didn't manage to loose up his iron grip, so she began tracing her fingertips very lightly long his forearms, tickling them. When Dipper released her to scratch himself, Pacifica quickly wiggled her way out. Dipper groaned and his face screwed up, his hands trying to find what he had been hugging before. Failing to do so, he rolled onto his back and continued sleeping.
Pacifica giggled and decided to test how asleep he was. She grabbed the hand Dipper had resting on his belly and raised it in the air, dropping it next and seeing how Dipper's hand slapped his own belly due to gravity. He didn't even flinch. The heiress chortled and wondered how to wake him up. She was free of his grasp, but she didn't want to go have breakfast without him. Pacifica leaned closer and went for the tickling again, this time tracing his jawline.
Dipper soon was awakened by the ticklish feeling on his face and stared at her with a smile, realizing who he had slept with.
"What are you doing?"
"Enjoying you." She shrugged.
"You know, I could get used very quickly to waking up this way every morning." He grabbed her hand and squeezed it.
"Me too." Pacifica replied without thinking. She blushed and cleared her throat. "Get up, I wanna enjoy the whole day together."
"Why don't we begin the day with some cuddling and some more sleeping in bed?" Dipper suggested while stifling a yawn.
"Nope. Your charms have no effect on me, Dork."
"What charms?" Dipper asked in obliviousness and raised his arms over his head to stretch them.
If the half-naked sight of her boyfriend wasn't enough, the fact that he was stretching only made his small musculature stand out more and Pacifica couldn't help but biting her lower lip.
"Fine, just an hour or two more." She giggled and pounced on top of the boy.
Dipper yelped in surprise and the two of them rolled on the bed, eventually running out of mattress and falling onto the floor. Dipper grunted his pain since he had struck the floor and Pacifica had landed on top of him.
"Sorry." Pacifica quickly apologized and helped him back on his feet.
"You sure are exuberant today." He rubbed the back of his head, which hurt slightly.
"Yup. I don't know why, but I have a great feeling about today." Pacifica gave him a quick smile and stood up.
The heiress saw then something under the bedroom door. She walked up to it and picked it up. It was a letter.
"What's that?"
"I don't know. Draw the curtains. I can't see anything in this light."
The couple sat on the bed and proceeded to read the paper. It was written with glittery ink in multiple colors and excessively adorned.
Dear Dipper and Pacifica.
I'm sorry for what happened yesterday night and I've decided to leave today early in the morning back to the Shack. Stan is probably feeling lonely so I guess he could use some company.
PS: Don't feel like it is your fault, this was my decision.
PS2: Watch your hands, Dipper. Imagine I'm there staring at you.
PS3: Don't slap him too hard, Pacifica. His head is the only thing he has.
"Great. I'm feeling bad for her now." Pacifica muttered.
"Bah, she is just making a scene. We'll probably see her again around here tomorrow morning." Dipper ignored the letter with a shrug.
"So… I'm guessing we are finally alone. Without anyone to interrupt us. The entire house for us." Pacifica added, waggling her eyebrows playfully.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Wanna have breakfast?" Pacifica asked plainly.
"Sure, that's pretty much what I had in mind." Dipper looked for his t-shirt around the room. "Have you seen my t-shirt?"
"Um… no." Pacifica lied. She perfectly knew that his t-shirt was in the living room where they had played poker yesterday, but she didn't want anything to spoil her view. "It's hot today. Just don't put anything on."
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The couple was sat on the kitchen stools. Since the kitchen had been supplied with all kind of sweets, Dipper had made himself a peanut butter sandwich. On the other hand, Pacifica had decided to go bold and made herself a chocolate one.
"Aren't you gorging yourself too much on chocolate and sweets lately, Pacifica?" Dipper commented, worried about the heiress' choice for breakfast.
"Hey, you ate almost half an ice cream bowl yesterday. Besides, I wanna enjoy this while it lasts. I've never before had so many sweets in the kitchen." She shrugged, giving another bite to her sandwich.
"I still don't get why your parents don't have sweets in the kitchen. I mean, I can understand they want a healthy diet for you, but not even cookies?" Dipper ranted. "They are genuinely the worst."
"They… they are not that bad." Pacifica muttered. "They are strict, but they also have their moments."
"Like what?" Dipper asked, genuinely curous. What Pacifica had just said collided with his image of her parents.
"C'mon, I'll show you." She left the sandwich on the table beckoned Dipper to follow her.
After walking through more corridors and rooms, Dipper lost hope in ever learning the layout of the manor. It was so needlessly big someone could easily hide in it without being noticed. Dipper warily looked over his shoulder, wondering if Mabel maybe tricked them and she was hiding somewhere. They eventually reached a small room. It was decorated in lots of colors. There was a carpet with a railing and a toy train on it, tables with drawings all over their surfaces and some more toys spread throughout the floor. The walls were decorated in wallpapers. It was clearly a child's room. Dipper guessed this used to be Pacifica's playroom. However, there was something that stood out among all the toys.
"This is it. My parents bought me this when I was five." Pacifica patted the neck of the stuffed pony.
In front of Dipper was the result of applying taxidermy to a white dead pony.
"It doesn't creep you out that this was alive until someone stuffed it?" Dipper asked, hesitantly placing his hand on top of the pony's head, fearing it might suddenly come back to life and bite him.
"You grow used to it." She shrugged. "When I was little I always wanted to have a pony. My parents offered to buy me a whole stable but I wanted to have the pony in the house." Pacifica explained. "So they bought me this."
"I guess stuffed animals don't damage the furniture." Dipper chuckled.
"Yeah, I was thinking that too." The heiress joined the laughter. "Wanna ride it?"
"Um… I never liked the idea of having something sentient between my legs."
"I'll remind you about that someday." Pacifica giggled, and Dipper couldn't help but blush deeply at the insinuation. "C'mon, Dipper. It doesn't bite! It's dead after all." Pacifica insisted, skillfully jumping on the pony's back. "Hop up! I'll help you." She said, offering him a hand.
Dipper hesitantly took the hand, managing to get on top of the pony clumsily and sitting behind Pacifica.
"Alright, we are pretty high and without a saddle." He commented, grabbing the heiress by the waist to keep his balance.
"Chill out, Dipper." Pacifica chuckled. "It's only around fifty five inches high. You can let go of my waist."
Once Dipper was relaxed, he had to admit it wasn't that bad.
"Surely you had to love it being on top of this when you were younger."
"Yeah. I felt like a princess. My parents truly did the trick buying me this." She sighed dreamily, but then she turned gloomy. "But all that changed a few years ago. They began with rules, etiquette stuff, extra studies and standards." Pacifica lowered her head and Dipper placed a hand on her shoulder to ease her talk. "I truly loathed my parents for that then, and I detest them now. But that doesn't matter to me anymore. What gets on my nerves is… what kind of person am I going to be in the future with their influence? Will I be someone like them who tries to shape their own children into their goals without considering what the child thinks?"
"Pacifica… Turn around. Look at me, because what I have to tell you is important." Dipper told the heiress in a serious tone.
Pacifica turned on the pony and faced the boy. Where an hour ago her face was radiant and her eyes were sparkling, now there was only a sad face and eyes on the verge of tears, and Dipper's heart sunk.
"Look, Pacifica. I told you before no one can predict the future… but that doesn't mean I can't make a good guess." Dipper grabbed the heiress' hands in his, and gave them a squeeze. "You are worried about what kind of person you will become under the influence of your parents, but you already know!" Dipper explained.
Pacifica gave the boy a confused look.
"Yesterday when you showed us your pet chicken, Peepy, Mabel and I were dumbfounded!" He continued. "This new Pacifica Northwest might take care of a chicken and the chicken might enjoy it, but we didn't think that the old Pacifica Northwest would care for a chicken, but you did. Have you seen how Peepy treats you? The bird loves you! How can you say you won't be a good mother after seeing how much that little bird loves you?" Dipper smiled warmly at her.
Pacifica's sad face progressively broke into a small smile. She sighed happily and then felt as if someone were squeezing her heart in a pleasurable way.
The heiress leaned forwards and landed a gentle peck on Dipper's lips. It caught Dipper by surprise, but he was even more surprised when Pacifica parted prematurely and leaned back on the pony's neck while pulling him on top of her.
"Kiss me." She whispered as her eyes sparkled.
"Here? On top of the pony?" Dipper hesitated. Despite how much he had liked the peck, vertigo was still a factor.
Pacifica traced her hands to caress his cheeks and then ran them through his mess of hair.
"Yes. I'm a princess, you're a knight and this is your steed. Now kiss me, you big Dork."
The heiress smiled and hoped nothing would interrupt this moment. No twin sister, no over-controlling parents… nothing. She wanted the moment to be perfect for both of them to remember, but above all she wanted her first kiss. Dipper was a little confused by the roleplay but he shrugged it off. He leaned forwards and tilted his head to the side, taking first a good hold of the stuffed pony's mane to make to make sure they wouldn't fall off. He traced his other hand along Pacifica's side, going all the way up to her shoulder and finally cupping her cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. She closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly. Dipper appreciated for a second how beautiful she looked with her long blonde hair cascading down the sides of the pony and with the purple eyeshadow. Her face was radiant, her lips were moist and inviting. Dipper closed his eyes too and drew his head closer.
He brushed her lips first and smelled her perfume. Then, he pressed her upper lip between his lips softly, pulling back and doing the same on her lower lip. After that, he kissed her and the hand on her cheek went to caress her hair. A sensation of pure joy travelled across Pacifica's body and she arched her back, pulling at the boy's chocolate locks pleasantly and pressing her legs at Dipper's sides. Dipper drew the hand on the Pony's mane to Pacifica's thigh and squeezed it so that she didn't press his sides so hard. The heiress moaned in his mouth in consequence and Dipper tilted his head to the other side without parting the kiss, beginning to open and close his mouth and loving the feeling of his lips rubbing hers. He was urging to hear Pacifica moan in pleasure again, so he gave another squeeze to her thigh and pressed her harder on the pony's back with his body.
RIIIIIP
The back of the pony had already endured enough punishment and it tore in two, throwing Dipper and Pacifica to the floor.
Pacifica quickly sat up on the floor and cleaned the small trail of saliva hanging from her mouth.
"Wow, Dipper. That… that was…" She was speechless. Pacifica had expected being kissed by Dipper to feel good, but she hadn't expected it to feel that good.
"Yeah." Dipper agreed, sitting up too and rubbing his back. It was the second time that day he had fallen on his back and he hoped it would be the last.
"One way or the other we somehow always get interrupted." Pacifica looked at him in amusement. "If it's not your sister, it's the pony's back breaking."
"To be honest, I thought we would forget we were on top of it, roll and fall to the floor." He chuckled and looked at Pacifica. She had a slight permanent blush on her cheeks.
"My gosh, where did you learn to kiss like that, Dipper?" Pacifica asked in astonishment, running her tongue along her lips at the new taste.
"I don't know. It just came out that way." Dipper looked at her warily. "Did you… like it?"
"Did I?" Pacifica giggled. "My legs are literally wobbling! I don't know if I'll ever manage to kiss you like that!"
"I guess I did well for a first kiss experience, given the circumstances." Dipper chuckled.
'Definitely the only worse place for a kiss would have been on top of a living pony.' He thought, bewildered at how the events had turned out. Then, his eyes widened in realization. Dipper stood up and pumped his arms in the air jubilantly.
"I kissed a girl!" He yelled, much to Pacifica's amusement. "And it was you!" Dipper quickly run up to Pacifica and pulled her back to her feet.
Pacifica giggled at his enthusiasm and Dipper tried to kiss her again, pressing her lips so eagerly that Pacifica almost fell backwards.
"Careful, kisser-boy." The heiress pushed him off gently and broke the kiss.
"Oh, uh… sorry." He excused himself and blushed in embarrassment.
Pacifica smiled and guessed the experience had been as special for Dipper as it had been for her. The heiress had been completely worried about having her first kiss with someone special since she knew that, due to her fortune and beauty, she would end up kissing a lot of people. However, by Dipper's reaction, Pacifica guessed that he was so excited because he had been worried about kissing someone at all.
"Wait…" Her eyes widened in realization. "we just kissed!"
"Yeah, so what?"
Pacifica broke the embrace and rushed to the windows, drawing the curtains. She took a peek at the manor's fence gate and tried to spot anything out of place.
"Is there something wrong?" Dipper asked, standing behind her and looking outside over her shoulder. "There's no one outside."
"No one." Pacifica repeated, sighing in relief.
"Who were you looking for?"
"It's the wish." Pacifica muttered, knowing that it was about time to explain it to him. "My wish was to be left alone by my parents until I had a love kiss."
Dipper's eyes widened and had another look outside just in case.
"Maybe it didn't work. Are you sure you formulated the wish correctly?"
"Yes. I said the 'I wish' and a small weird breeze moved my hair after that. The next morning my parents left on his business trip." Pacifica explained.
"Perhaps it was all luck." Dipper guessed.
"I had to be the luckiest person in the planet. It wasn't luck, Dipper." Pacifica denied the idea.
"Well, then it has to be fate." Dipper added.
"I thought you didn't believe in destiny or fate." Pacifica raised an eyebrow at him. She would have thought he was joking if not for his serious face.
"And I didn't. But then I met you, Princess." Dipper concluded.
Pacifica smiled at the compliment. She didn't like to be called princess, but the way Dipper said it made it sound differently.
"Alright, if you're trying to sound romantic it's definitely working. Wanna finish what we started on something more solid?" Pacifica suggested.
"I thought you'd never ask." Dipper chuckled.
"C'mon, I know the perfect room." She grabbed his hand.
Pacifica began to run through the corridors of the manor, dragging Dipper behind. The heiress was still wearing her bare-midriff nightwear with her hair bouncing on her back, driving the boy crazier every second they spent running. He couldn't hold himself any longer and pulled at Pacifica's wrist, taking her into another kiss in the middle of a corridor. The heiress was at first surprised by the sudden action but she soon reacted. Pacifica placed both hands on his bare chest and pushed him without breaking the embrace against a nearby cabinet. A probably very expensive vase toppled off the cabinet and broke in a million pieces on the floor. Dipper's eyes widened at what they had just done, but Pacifica didn't care. She kept pressing the boy's lips with zeal, her fingernails digging in his chest until she parted for breathing.
"Not here." She grabbed his hand again and resumed running. Toppling that vase and breaking it had given the heiress an idea and she changed her mind about which room to go
The excited couple finally entered a room. It was bigger than Pacifica's, with a double bed and everything. Dipper wondered for a second whose it was, but then he saw the room had a balcony. He knew from experience that only two rooms in the manor had a balcony. Pacifica's and…
"Is this your parent's room?" He asked warily.
"Yeah. Now open your mouth, Dork." She shoved him and he fell backwards on the bed, Pacifica soon crawling on top of him.
Dipper guessed she saw this as some kind of revenge, but he couldn't avoid feeling crept out by the situation. Pacifica saw his hesitation and quickly brought him into a kiss. In contrasts with how gently and softly Dipper had kissed her earlier, Pacifica kissed him eagerly and zealously, pressing her lips against his and giving small nips to his flesh. Dipper soon forgot his hesitation and rolled with her, positioning himself on top. As they kissed, his hands roamed throughout her body. He stroked her hair, he brushed his shoulders next and then he ran his palms along her sides until she reached the naked spot at her midriff, leaving his hands there and closing his eyes to picture wonderful images in his mind.
Pacifica's hands did the same on his body. She cupped his chest pressed her palms on it. Then she moved her hands to his shoulders and pulled Dipper to lean completely on top of her. She gasped the amount of physical contact and bit down on Dipper's lower lip. The boy shot his eyes open and moaned in pleasure, returning the aggressive kissing. Completely lustful, Pacifica charted Dipper's back with her hands, slowly going downwards. She loved each inch of flesh she touched, but her body was demanding her to touch more. The heiress instinctively held the hem of Dipper's shorts and began lowering them very slowly.
Dipper's eyes bulged out and he broke the kiss before she continued.
"P-Pacifica I-I… I'm not comfortable with that."
Pacifica snapped out of her hormones' driven dream and opened her eyes for the first time, realizing what her hands were trying to do. She quickly pulled them back and blushed in embarrassment.
"Sorry I… I don't know what I was doing." She mumbled, feeling completely self-conscious at having lost control.
Dipper got off her and lay beside her on the bed. There was a terrible awkward silence between them during which they avoided looking at each other. Then, Dipper sighed and broke the silence.
"Wanna… do something different?"
"Yes… I really need a distraction now." Pacifica frowned, realizing she had just ruined her first moment of intimacy with her boyfriend.
"Mabel has been bugging me for a few weeks about a funfair that comes to town today. Maybe we could give it a try." He suggested with a small smile.
"I'd like that." She tried to reciprocate the smile. "We've been sitting in the manor for two days straight. I could use the fresh air." Pacifica went to grab Dipper's hand but he recoiled.
"Sorry, I uh… I'll go get dressed." He excused himself and left.
Dipper saw her frowning and lowering her face, but he couldn't stay at the moment. What had just happened between them had been a huge blow for him. He began considering what their relationship was about and where it was going. They hadn't said the love you yet, they had just barely kissed, but Pacifica had tried to lower his shorts. He wondered if their relationship was only physical, because he wasn't looking for something like that. Dipper frowned and wondered if that was what Bill had warned him about.
The boy sighed sadly and decided to go low on his caresses with the heiress until he cleared his mind. He wanted to know where their relationship was going before doing anything else because, if it was going nowhere, they would have to break up.
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A/N:
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Summary of Act 2: Mabel leaves the couple alone and something terrible happens. Now Dipper wonders if their relationship is going anywhere, which makes him overthink the situation again and again.
Apart from that, whoever hasn't seen 'askforgetfulpacifica' tumblr yet should definitely give it a look. Pacifica is incredibly well drawn there.
Guest Reviews:
Rob Lowe: I'm not sure about a sequel because I'm going for extended overreaching happy epilogue. I have a couple of funny scenes that I couldn't add in any chapter, so I'll probably comment them in the last chapter's author notes or make a few dabbles.
Chris Walken: If I were paranoid (which I am) I'd say you are foretelling the next chapters in a very, very weird way. Therefore I'll answer you with even weirder foretelling. If I were in the forest and I suddenly got attacked by some supernatural creature, I'm pretty sure that spiting saliva in their eyes and kicking their crotch should suffice. If that doesn't work, I'm certain I can find something else in the picnic basket. Wink. Wink.
FYI:
Poor Pacifica didn't know what she was doing.
This is not the last time Bill will appear in the story. After some time to recharge, he'll come back again. Dipper has only read Journals #2 and #3. Maybe #1 will help regarding this issue.
Pacifica's nightmare was originally a coffin and Bill buried her alive in the manor's garden, but that sounded too traumatic for her. It was not the goal of the scene to scare her but to scare Dipper, so I just went for a bird's cage like one of morinmark's comics.
Pacifica eating a chocolate sandwich and Dipper going for the peanut butter is a wink to Northwest Mansion Mystery. There was a scene where Candy was mixing cheese and chocolate, which was a wink foreshadowing that in the end of the episode, Dipper (chocolate color hair) and Pacifica (cheese color hair) would end on good terms.
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