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Episode 3: The Last Wish - Act 3: Pacifica the loved.

Summary of Act 3: Pacifica wishes to repay Dipper and his family for their affection.

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 8: Paper Picnic]

[Act 3 - Monday: Part 4]

Pacifica wandered through the manor corridors. She was bored. Very bored. It was still raining buckets outside, which meant they couldn't leave the manor. Without Mabel's screams or the butlers, the huge building felt very empty. She had tried turning on the TV in her room, but the storm was causing interferences with the signal. That had set her in search of Dipper. Pacifica hadn't found Dipper in his room, so she kept searching for him through the manor.

She finally spotted a dim light coming from a room. Dipper was sat in an armchair under the light of a candle reading his Journal, since the lights flickered due to the storm. He didn't see her enter the room. A mischievous smile appeared on the heiress' face as she playfully sneaked in behind the boy and covered his eyes with his hands.

"Guess who?" She asked in a playful tone.

"Uh… Grunkle Stan?" Dipper teased.

"Ew, seriously?" Pacifica laughed, shuddering. "What are you doing?"

"Reading the Journal." Dipper flipped another page.

"Did you find what we talked about earlier?" Pacifica wrapped her arms around Dipper's neck from behind and had a look at the book over his shoulder.

"No. Not yet at least." Dipper sighed. He had been doing an exhaustive search without results. The boy already knew the words 'fate' and 'destiny' in all the possible ciphered languages, yet he couldn't find it in the Journal, but that didn't stop him from keep on trying.

"How long have you been reading the book?" Pacifica asked, recognizing the tome as the one Dipper had carried for both their harpy and Lunafright adventures.

"For... a little longer than a week." Dipper replied after calculating the time.

"And you haven't finished it yet? I didn't know you were such a slow reader." Pacifica teased him, standing up and letting go of his neck.

"I finished reading it the second day, the day you came to the Shack." Dipper smiled, remembering their harpy adventure.

"What are you doing then? Rereading it?" Pacifica asked, raising a confused eyebrow.

"Yeah. This is the fifth time I'm reading it, and I find new secrets and ciphers every time." Dipper smiled proudly.

"Fifth time? Sounds like four times too many to me. Leave that and let's do something fun together." Pacifica suggested, poking Dipper in the ribs.

"Not now, Princess." Dipper chuckled and patted her hand away. "I need to have a final look at this. What we talked about in the bathtub has left me wondering if you were right." He leaned back in the armchair and buried his face in the Journal again.

Pacifica sighed in disappointment. She didn't mind that Dipper declined her to pursue his mystery solving urges, but if he hadn't found anything in his previous four reads, Pacifica didn't think he was going to find anything in the fifth. The heiress thought he was wasting his time, so she decided to give him a little push in the right direction, or at least try. Pacifica positioned herself in front of Dipper with her back towards him, lifted her arms in the air and dropped herself on top of the boy in the armchair.

"Hey!" Dipper quickly grabbed her in his arms and allowed her to sit on his lap.

"Sorry, Dork. I seem to have lost my balance." She giggled, pushing his Journal out of his face and pecking his lips.

Dipper smiled, feeling a little dizzy by her caresses, and wrapped one arm around Pacifica's belly, holding her pressed on top of him.

"Let me just finish this read and we'll do whatever you want later."

"Fine." She said reluctantly.

Pacifica snuggled her back on Dipper's chest and rubbed his hand on her belly. Dipper rested his chin on Pacifica's shoulder and continued reading with his free hand. After some more minutes, Pacifica grew impatient. Dipper seemed to be struggling with the same page without flipping it over.

"Is it much longer?" She asked.

"It depends on how fast I decipher this. It's simple Caesar, but the text is long."

"Ugh. Give me that. I'll do it." Pacifica snatched the book from his hands and began to read the text.

Dipper thought it was probably the hottest thing he had ever seen. The boy gulped and wrapped now both his arms around Pacifica's belly, pressing her closer to his body and rubbing his cheek against hers.

"What are you doing?" Pacifica asked, blushing slightly at Dipper's caresses.

"You look pretty hot right now with the Journal in your hands, Princess." Dipper whispered, kissing her cheek.

"No, Dork. I always look pretty hot." She corrected him, giggling as she turned her head and kissed him. "You want to make out now or do you prefer me to read you the Journal?" Pacifica asked sultrily a question whose answer she thought obvious.

"Read." Dipper quickly replied much to Pacifica's surprise, since she had expected him to choose the other option.

"Alright. Let's see what it says..."

Pacifica began to picture two alphabets in her head. One normal and the other with the adjusted letter position shift. After that, she read the ciphered text easily. The heiress had developed a great imagination thanks to her fascination for fairy tale stories and her dress designing. She smiled inwardly as she thought that, if that was what it took to make Dipper happy, it was very easy. After finishing with the text, she couldn't help but snicker.

"What? What does it say?" Dipper urged her to tell him.

"Your great uncle tells his adventures with unicorns. It seems they made him brought them lots of stuff and then gave him nothing in return, so he arm-wrestled them for half an hour. He finishes the story calling them 'a bunch of pompous and arrogant jerks'." Pacifica giggled, picturing the old man having to deal with the horned horses in her mind.

Dipper chuckled and rubbed Pacifica's belly, sighing happily and resting his chin again in her shoulder while cuddling her. Pacifica began to feel something in her left shoulder blade. She didn't know what it was at first since she only felt muffled thumps. When her laughter quieted down, she felt it clearly. Dipper's heart was thumping in his chest so hard that she could feel it on her back.

"Dipper, are you alright? You seem accelerated." Pacifica commented, closing the book and turning her head towards him. The boy was slightly blushed, his eyes shining and his face beaming.

"Oh. I didn't notice." Dipper parted a little from her and placed a hand on his own chest to feel his heart thumping crazily.

"You should work in your cardio if you are like this. I mean, I'm only sat on your lap with jeans, and you're like that! What would happen if I wore one of my dresses or my minigolf skirt? Would you suffer a cardiac arrest?" Pacifica teased the boy.

"It's not that." Dipper chuckled. "It's just that I have right now my two favorite things in the world: The Journal with his mysteries, and you, Princess." Dipper wrapped his arms around her belly again, snuggling her closer.

"If that's a trick to make me read another page, it's working." Pacifica pecked Dipper's nose and began to flip pages. She didn't know where the unicorn page was since she had closed the Journal earlier, so she picked a page at random. "Look, Dipper! That guy! What's his name?" Pacifica pointed at a page with a wheel.

"Bill." Dipper paled and tensed up under Pacifica. "Skip that one. I have already read it over a dozen times."

"But you said this was your fifth reread." Pacifica commented.

Dipper didn't add anything else, so she flipped the page. The heiress hadn't seen him pale but she had felt him tensing up. She thought the dream demon was rather easy to handle since all one had to do was avoid shaking his hand, but Dipper seemed genuinely scared of him. Pacifica noted mentally to address that matter sometime in the future.

"Hmm... This looks interesting. Weather spells." She read the header of the page.

"Careful with that. Spells are dangerous." Dipper warned her from experience.

"C'mon, Dipper. I wasn't going to read them aloud. Do you think I'm so stupid to do that and raise the dead or something?" Pacifica laughed at how impossible it sounded and Dipper chuckled nervously in return. "Let's see... To stop a storm we need a plastic container, two solid spoons-"

"Silver. Two silver spoons." Dipper corrected her deciphering.

"Oh, right. Wait, why am I doing this if you had already deciphered this page before?" Pacifica asked slightly annoyed, since she thought they were wasting time they could spend in other things.

"Oh, well... You see... Your nose wrinkles a little when you are deciphering..." Dipper began to explain clumsily.

"So what?" Pacifica asked slightly surprised and confused. She didn't know her nose did that, but she also didn't see what that had to do with anything.

"And... nothing. I just thought that you looked cute." Dipper mumbled, embarrassed.

Pacifica smiled broadly at the compliment. She turned on top of the boy, lying on her side as she drew her arm around Dipper's neck and began to stroke his chest with her free hand.

"How about this: we use this spell to stop that storm out there and we go in a romantic picnic to the forest. Then I'll read your Journal all you want there." Pacifica suggested, tracing her finger along Dipper's chest, seeing how a silly smile crept over his face.

"Sounds good to me. You are the best!" Dipper wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her into a kiss in the cheek. He began softly, but ended pressing her cheek hard that Pacifica giggled.

Once Dipper broke the kiss, Pacifica cupped his face and did the same on his cheek in revenge, leaving a small bridge of saliva between her mouth and Dipper's cheek once she parted. Both of them burst into giggles, slightly flushed red by the experience. The heiress held herself on top of him, resting her hands on his chest and ready to get up.

"Your heart is racing again." She pointed out. "We definitely need to work on your cardio, because when we are back, you are dancing with me!" She stood up from the armchair and pulled at his hand eagerly.

"I... have no way out of that, right?" Dipper asked remembering what he had promised to Pacifica the previous day.

"Nope! You are dancing with me tonight, Dipper Pines!" Pacifica concluded in a playful tone.

"I take it back. You're the worst." Dipper chuckled and followed her.

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Half an hour later, the couple was walking together through the forest. Pacifica wore her last pair of white jeans, hoping not to stain them in mud this time, with a light purple shirt but without the jacket, leaving her forearms bare. Dipper wore his usual outfit, with also his vest to carry the Journal inside. He was carrying a big picnic basket in one hand and the picnic sheet on the other. Pacifica was carrying nothing in her hands, enjoying Dipper's chivalry. She however wished to hold his hand but both of them were occupied.

"Dipper, let me carry something." Pacifica insisted.

"Don't worry, it's not heavy." Dipper reassured.

"But I don't know what to do with my hands until we get there." Pacifica threw him a hint, but Dipper didn't catch it.

"Then put them in your pockets. It's a little chilly here in the forest." Dipper obliviously suggested.

"I'm dating a Dork." The heiress muttered in defeat.

Dipper however had just given her an idea. A mischievous smile crept over Pacifica's face as she slid her hand in his shorts' back pocket. The boy made a yelp as the heiress squeezed his buttcheek through the pocket, making him jump and drop the picnic sheet. Pacifica, who was already expecting that, quickly grabbed the sheet midair and then seized Dipper's now free hand with the one she previously had in the pocket.

"Nice butt." Pacifica teased.

"You simply couldn't say you wanted to hold hands, could you?" Dipper asked, still a little startled.

"We girls aren't 'simple', Dork." Pacifica giggled, happily squeezing his hand.

They finally reached a clearing which was big enough to have a picnic. The slightly damp grass shone under the sunlight and beautified the clearing. There were a couple trees on the edge of the clearing, but the rest were bushes. There were lots of puddles left by the rain on the ground. Pacifica searched for a spot free of puddles and extended the sheet on the grass, sitting on it. Dipper was distracted having a look at their surroundings while he consulted a map in his Journal. Once he had located the clearing, he sat opposite to the heiress. Pacifica rolled her eyes and crawled towards the boy, sitting next to him.

"This is a date, remember? We have to sit next to each other." She grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

"I haven't forgotten." He raised her hand and kissed it.

Pacifica bit her lower lip. She began to consider their possibilities. They could both begin to make out now, since the heiress was more than willing at the moment, and eat later, or all the way around. There were however two factors that determined her decision: they had hot meals that would go cold, and she wanted to taste them on Dipper's lips.

"Let's eat the food." The heiress suggested, flushing red at her train of thought.

"What have you brought?" Dipper asked, unaware of the contents of the basket.

"Your favorite." She said with a smile.

Dipper opened the basket. Inside he found a hermetic recipient, a plastic dish, some pieces of fruit and a water bottle. The boy, hungry, dropped the contents of the recipient on a dish. The spaghetti was still smoking hot and they seemed well cooked this time.

"There is only one dish." Dipper observed, not finding any other dish to drop the rest of the spaghetti.

"Why do you want more?" Pacifica asked, rolling a forkful of spaghetti and offering it to Dipper.

He gladly opened his mouth and allowed the heiress to feed him as he blushed.

"How are they?" She asked eagerly. Pacifica had to throw in the thrash can her previous four attempts of making the meal, so she hoped these spaghettis were at least acceptable. Dipper chewed them in his mouth slowly, analyzing the taste. They were properly cooked and softer this time.

"See it for yourself." Dipper took another forkful and held it outwards for Pacifica, who reciprocated the boy's actions. Dipper shoved it in her mouth, and her blush deepened. Pacifica had been hoping to do that since the picnic idea had struck in her mind.

After a while they grew tired of that. Dipper began to slurp loose strands of spaghetti from the dish. Pacifica laughed at the lack of manners in the table, deciding to try it out herself. Once they were done with the meal, their faces were a mess. There was tomato sauce even on Pacifica's nose tip due to a strongly slurped spaghetti strand that had hit her there, much to Dipper's amusement. Both of them sat and relaxed on the picnic sheet, enjoying the sun rays bathing them.

Pacifica couldn't resist the urge to giggle at Dipper's appearance.

"Dipper, you have tomato sauce there." She pointed at the spot, but on her own face.

Dipper raised an ironical eyebrow since the heiress had sauce all over her mouth.

"Here?" He cleaned the left corner of his mouth with his tongue.

"No, Dork. On the other side. Let me help you." Pacifica offered.

Dipper was expecting the heiress to pick a napkin from the basket, but she did something completely different instead. Pacifica crawled towards the boy and pushed him to lie flat on the blanket. Then she began lapping his tomato stained mouth clean, tickling the boy's lips. Dipper giggled at the sensation and wrapped his arms around her back, making them roll so that he was on top. Pacifica giggled and got her hands under Dipper's t-shirt, hugging his bare back beneath the fabric and rejoicing in the burning sensation on her palms.

It was the boy's turn to enjoy the situation. He leaned closer and gave a playfully lick to Pacifica's lips, cleaning them of the sauce. The heiress enjoyed the tingling sensation and brought him into a kiss. Pacifica arched her back at the kiss, wanting to press herself at the boy. Dipper took advance of the situation and wrapped his arms under her back, pressing her against him just like she had wanted. Pacifica broke the kiss to gasp. Her chest burned the contact with Dipper's, even though there were more than two layers of fabric in between. The only thing in her head that moment was to increase that pleasurable burning sensation by removing his clothes, and maybe she would remove some of hers too.

"You had this planned since the start, didn't you, Princess?" Dipper asked, flushing as red as the tomato sauce. He was very close to Pacifica at the moment and he felt all of her flesh through the thin layers of silk and fabric.

"Am I really that obvious?" Pacifica chuckled.

"Weren't you going to read me the Journal?" Dipper teased, releasing and prompting himself on his arms.

"Oh, I forgot." Pacifica quickly fished the book from inside of his vest and opened it. It was upside down but she didn't care. "Unicorns, gnomes, blah blah blah, Dork stuff. There, done." She put the Journal back inside Dipper's vest pocket. "Now take that vest and t-shirt off, and let's go back to smooching." The heiress demanded, her eyes sparkling.

Dipper leaned closer and kissed her. Pacifica cupped his cheeks to deepen the kiss while Dipper took off his vest. He ran his hands along Pacifica's sides, tracing them up to her neck and holding her face, deepening the kiss even more. He felt her giving a soft moan and parting from the kiss, completely flustered. Dipper knelt up and removed his cap. Pacifica snatched it from his hands and put it on her own head, staring at him with a mischievous smile.

If he had thought Pacifica looked hot earlier when she was holding the Journal, Dipper couldn't find a proper adjective now to describe how hot she looked now. He decided to resume removing his own clothes and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt.

He spotted something from the corner of his eye. A gnome had come into the clearing, and then he had left just as quick, afraid of being seen by humans.

'We are very close to the gnome territory...' Dipper pondered for a second. He had Mabel's three pictures in his pocket, and this seemed like a good chance to go get the amulet.

The boy made up his mind and stood up, readjusting his shorts and smoothing down his t-shirt.

"Um… Dipper, you don't have to take off your shorts." Pacifica misunderstood the gesture, and her eyes bulged out.

"I'll be right back." Dipper walked towards the edge of the clearing.

"Where are you going!?" Pacifica couldn't believe what was happening.

"Wait for me there. It's a surprise!" Dipper reassured and then left.

Pacifica was left completely dumbfounded.

"Oh, I'm already surprised." She muttered, taking off the pine tree cap and tossing it on the picnic blanket.

'This surprise better be good, because he has just ruined my mood.' The heiress sighed, drumming her fingers on her belly angrily. She lay on her back and stared at the sky boringly while waiting for Dipper to come back.

A few minutes later, she saw Dipper entering the clearing again, but now he was wearing a raincoat and his hair was a mess.

"Finally!" Pacifica stood up and ran to the boy. "That was the surprise? A raincoat?"

"What?" Dipper asked with a dumbfounded face.

"Ugh, never mind. C'mon." She grabbed his hand and pulled at it. There was however something weird with his touch. Where Dipper's hand was always warm and a little sweaty to the touch, it was cold and dry this time.

"Hey, let me go!" Dipper jerked his hand away from the heiress.

"What's wrong?" Pacifica was confused.

"What's happening here?" A second Dipper appeared on the edge of the clearing, behind the previous Dipper. He had another raincoat and also lacked the cap.

Pacifica was dumbstruck by the sight before her. Two identical Dippers were in front of her. The first thing that came to her mind was the possibilities that implied having two Dippers instead of one, which made her fluster. The second thing that came to her mind was a sensation of wariness, since none of these were her Dipper.

"This girl here seems to have come to the forest with Dipper Classic." One said.

"She's Pacifica Northwest." The other Dipper frowned.

"The girl that was messing with Mabel?" The first asked.

"Yes." The last Dipper said, and they shared a nod. The look on their faces suddenly changed from casual to menacing.

"Wait, wait. Who are you? I have come with Dipper on a picnic." The heiress raised her hands in a calming gesture. She was a little scared at how they were approaching her.

"Good, because we want to talk to him." One of the Dippers said as he gestured the other to tackle Pacifica to the ground.

The heiress was slow to react, but then she realized these two were not like her boyfriend at all. She grunted when she hit the ground, the clone pinning her arms on the grass. Being unable to use her hands, Pacifica made use of her nearest limb. She head-butted the fake Dipper, colliding her forehead with his chin and making him groan in pain and stumble backwards, releasing her hands.

"What are you doing, you creeps!?" Pacifica stood up and walked backwards. She attempted to run away, but her legs were wobbling in fright.

"We just want to talk to Dipper classic." They said as they began to surround the heiress.

Pacifica noticed that the Dipper she had head-butted had a bloodless dent on the chin, which couldn't be possible to achieve with flesh and bone. She was certain now that they were not human. Pacifica was not sure she could best one of them, let alone both. The heiress decided to attack the one she had head-butted in hopes of taking him down before the other had a chance to attack her. She launched a kick to his crotch but the double grabbed her foot, raised it in the air and made her fall to the ground. The other Dipper quickly pounced on her and trapped both arms on her chest, preventing her from attempting any headbutts. Between this clone's smarter move and how he was giving the orders, Pacifica deemed him as the leader. She tried to break free, but they had her completely pinned, so she began screaming for help.

"Shut up." The clone said harshly and then he made her roll, pinning her to the ground with his knee on her back. "Bring the rope." He commanded the double with a dent on the chin.

"W-what are you going to do to me?" Pacifica was beginning to get very frightened.

"Nothing. You're the bargain after all."

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Dipper was finally returning to the clearing. He had been forced to play 'Go Fish' with the gnomes before they had agreed to give him the medallion, despite giving them the pictures of Mabel. However it was worth it since the piece of jewelry was beautiful. He saved it in his pocket. The boy decided to give it to Pacifica in the right moment. As he walked his way to the clearing, he heard a scream. Dipper cursed the gnomes and ran the rest of the way back the clearing.

He began to hear voices as he approached the clearing. Dipper decided not to rush in, but hid in a bush to have a peek instead. Pacifica was tied to a tree by the waist, and she also had her hands tied up, while two copies of himself were talking to her. One of them was nursing what looked like a broken jaw. Dipper recognized them immediately. They were #3 and #4 from the party at the Shack of a month ago.

"I'm so suing you two when I'm out of here!" Pacifica snapped at them. She was angry at the way she had been tied up to the tree. The clones hadn't been precisely gentle with her and she had her forearms bruised by their grips and ropes.

"We should muffle her mouth." #4 said as he nursed his broken jaw. In the few minutes that had passed, it had almost healed completely thanks to his paper metabolism.

"No. Dipper classic will come back faster if he hears her." #3 said, clearly the leader of the pair, and pocked Pacifica on the bruises in her arm, earning a wince and a protest from the heiress.

"Hey!" Dipper had seen enough and jumped out of the bush. "Let her go!"

"Dipper, no! It's a trap!" Pacifica recognized the original.

"Get him." #3 commanded to his subordinate.

The clone approached the boy. Dipper warily placed himself so that there was a puddle between him and his double. #4 noticed this and covered his face with the sleeves of his raincoat as he walked towards the boy, his high boots protecting the rest. Dipper nonetheless stomped his feet on the puddle, splashing water at the clone but without any effect. Taking advantage that the copy had his face hidden behind his arms, Dipper charged forwards and attempted to tackle him to the ground by surprise. The clone stumbled backwards a little, but stopped his charge. Dipper made use of his momentum to punch the clone below the ribs, making him arch his back. The punch would have kicked the air out of the lungs and left anybody else panting for air on the ground, but the clone didn't breathe air. He recovered instantly, much to Dipper's surprise, and reciprocated the punch in Dipper's body. Dipper fell on his knees and gasped for air.

"Wait! Tell him to stop that!" Pacifica yelled worriedly at #3.

"Why do you worry? I'm afraid Dipper classic is clearly going to win." #3 shrugged. It was all going according to plan.

#4 took advantage that Dipper was panting for air and tried to immobilize him from behind, wrapping his arms around Dipper's left armpit and neck to make him lose consciousness. Dipper tried to release the grip on his neck without success. He had a glance at Pacifica while struggling, and saw how the heiress was dirty and had bruises in her arms. They had clearly harmed her.

Dipper's idea of restraining the clone was completely erased from his mind. His body boiled with rage as he wanted revenge. The boy crouched, stomping on the clone's foot and then jumping backwards, using the back of his head to hit #4's already damaged chin. They both fell to the ground as the clone released his grip around Dipper's neck. The clone was the first to stand up and attempted to deliver a kick to Dipper's ribs. The boy parried the kick with his forearms, flinching in pain since it had hurt nonetheless. #4 made use of a more direct approach and tried to stomp on his chest, but his feet was grabbed midair by Dipper's hands, much to his surprise. #4 couldn't understand how Dipper could do that, since they supposedly had the same strength. Dipper took advantage of the clone's hesitation and pushed his feet upwards, making him fall backwards. They both stood up on the grass at the same time now and they exchanged a few punches. Dipper launched a punch at the clone's face but it was intercepted. #4 tried to twist Dipper's wrist using both of his hands, but Dipper was quick to react and drew his free hand to the clone's face, digging his thumb into his eye.

The clone didn't breathe, he probably didn't eat either, but he could clearly feel pain. He quickly let go of Dipper's wrist and stumbled backwards while screaming in pain, putting some distance between the boy and himself. Dipper seized that opportunity to recover his breath, as he was still panting from the punch in his stomach.

Dipper was losing, slowly exhausting himself while his copy, who didn't breathe, was just fine except for the injured eye. Dipper glanced at Pacifica again and knew he could not lose this no matter how hard it were. He and his clone began to circle each other, studying their adversary. Dipper knew he was a bit taller and wider, since he was a month older than the clones, but he could not simply render him useless with punches since the clone did not have any internal organs. He waited and observed their own shadows, just like his clone was doing. When they circled enough so that Dipper had the sun on his eyes, he feigned being blinded by it. The clone took advance of the opportunity, taking the bait, and did a wide blow at the boy. Dipper, already expecting this, took a step forwards and received the blow, but with the clone's forearm instead of with his fist, which effectively reduced the damage and also immobilized the clone's arm in his armpit. The boy made a quick movement with his arm, raised and exposed the clone's shoulder, and then he punched him there with all his rage induced strength.

The blow dislocated the copy's shoulder, rendering his arm useless. The clone screamed in pain and attempted to break free, but Dipper did not let him recover, his face was contorted with anger and he kicked the clone in the midriff, making him fall backwards to the ground.

Dipper quickly climbed on top of his clone. The copy tried to punch him weakly with his healthy arm, but Dipper gripped and immobilized it on his chest with his knee. He then held the clone still with one hand while punching his face with the other over and over, feeling the euphoria and satisfaction of violence as he felt his knuckles burn in pain. Dipper lost count after the seventeenth. He was about to punch him once more when he heard a whimper.

Dipper raised his gaze and saw Pacifica, her face a mixture of surprise and horror. Dipper's rage suddenly disappeared. He understood immediately that, despite the fact that he was fighting to save Pacifica, from her perspective this also looked like Dipper was being beaten to a pulp on the grass, since it was his clone after all. The boy decided he should stop there and spare the heiress the show. He held the semi-unconscious clone in a headlock and stared at #3.

"Now you'll hear me." Dipper said, panting from his recent outburst of anger. "First off, let Pacifica go."

"Why should I do that? She was mean to our sister." #3 countered.

"It is MY sister, not yours! And she is my girlfriend, so let her go now!" He tightened the lock around #4's neck.

"What!?" #3's eyes widened, surprised by the information. "What about Wendy?"

"That... didn't work." Dipper lowered his gaze slightly.

"Regardless, what do you see in her? Her look is menacing, her eyes are ice blue and unfriendly." #3 grabbed Pacifica by the chin and raised her head, turning it left and right. The heiress jerked her head away from his grasp.

"I won't repeat it again." Dipper moved #4 over a puddle.

"Do it." #3 said with a smile.

"What?" #4 said astonished, having recovered enough from his beating.

"It was the plan all along." #3 shrugged. "Only one of us can leave the forest after all."

Dipper felt that the clone stopped struggling. He saw a potential ally in him, and he let him go. The clone however, having lost his reason to live, he jumped head first into the puddle and dissolved into wet paper.

Both Dipper and Pacifica gasped in horror.

"Now you'll hear me, since you don't have anything to bargain with anymore." #3 said.

Dipper stood on the spot, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I grew tired of living in this forest, but I can't go back to civilization with you there, so here is the deal." #3 threw a rope at Dipper. "Tie your hands up, and stay here. I'll go to the Shack in the meantime, take the money Grunkle Stan has hidden behind his armchair in the wall's secret panel, and you'll never see me again." #3 explained.

"So you basically leave me here to starve to death?" Dipper guessed.

"Come on Dipper, it is you who you are talking to. We both know you can get rid of the knots, after certain time of course." #3 smiled. "Although, just to be sure, I'll take your girlfriend with me. Once I am at the forest edge, I'll untie her hands and she can come back and untie you."

Pacifica had already formulated a plan. She directed a look to Dipper now that the clone wasn't paying attention to her. It was her look of competitiveness that he knew so well. Dipper noticed the look, already with a plan of his own, and nodded.

"Fine. Just don't hurt her." Dipper agreed.

"Good. Tie your hands up using your teeth. Do it tightly or I'll have to break my promise about your girlfriend and hurt her." He instructed.

Dipper did a tight knot with his teeth, making himself unable to separate his forearms. He felt his hands go numb as the blood stopped running through them, but it was a necessary pain. He knew he couldn't fool himself and he was not about to risk Pacifica's safety.

"Well, it's our time to leave, Northwest. Let's get out of here." #3 said as he stood in front of Pacifica.

The heiress took advantage of the moment and spit all the saliva she had been measuring up for a while right in the clone's eye. #3 screamed in pain as his eye began to melt. Pacifica did not waste her chance, and kicked him right in the crotch.

"That's for making me break a nail!" The heiress yelled at the clone, who fell backwards, screaming even louder.

Dipper made haste of the situation and ran with his hands bound together to the basket. He took the bottle of water and unplugged it with his teeth, running to the clone afterwards. He then emptied the bottle on the clone's face, making his screams subside as he dissolved into wet paper.

Once it was all over, Dipper sat on the grass and sighed in relief.

"Um... Dipper?" Pacifica called for him. "We are still tied up. A little help?"

"Oh! Sorry." He stood up and untied Pacifica from the tree. She then untied his hands, and they were free.

"I guess we can't come to the forest without you having to kill yourself twice or me being sprayed by some big reptile." Pacifica joked at the situation.

"This was all my fault." Dipper sighed, not in the mood for jokes, and checked the bruises on her forearms. "Did they hurt you?"

"Dipper, I'm fine. And it's not your fault." Pacifica reassured, placing a hand on his forearm. It was red of how tightly he had made the knot to prevent #3 from think he was being tricked.

"Or course it is my fault. They were my exact copies. They had clearly gone crazy by living in the forest, but they used to be me." Dipper mumbled.

"Dipper, are my eyes ice blue and unfriendly?" Pacifica asked raising an eyebrow.

"No. Well, their blue is a little intimidating, but they sparkle in a very cute way when you're excited about something." Dipper flushed red.

"See? We have both changed our opinion of each other over time, and that is proof. Now c'mere, Dork." She grabbed his hand and squeezed it, but Dipper winced in response. Pacifica noticed for the first time that his hands was a bruised mess. "Oh my gosh, Dipper! You were worried about my forearms, but have you seen your hand?"

"Yeah…" He tittered. "I might have overdone that clone's face a little too much earlier."

"Don't laugh, you idiot!" Pacifica suddenly snapped angrily. "You could've damaged your hand permanently for something as stupid as money!"

"I didn't do this for Grunkle Stan's money, but because of this." Dipper traced his fingers along Pacifica's arms, caressing softly every small bruise. "They had hurt you, and I… I had to do something about it. I did it because of you, and that's not stupid at all."

"I-I…"

Pacifica didn't think it twice, and she rammed her face against his into a kiss. She kissed him so hungrily and they couldn't even breathe. She parted for a second to grab a little air, rejoicing in the scent of pine needles coming out of his hair combined with sweat, and then kissed him again, this time throwing her arms around his neck. The dried sweat made her realize Dipper had ran back to the clearing when he had heard her screaming, and that only increased her desire to kiss him more. She pressed her body against his, and ended up pinning him against the tree, earning a soft moan at the amount of physical contact. Pacifica broke the kiss and began smothering his face zealously in more little kisses and nibbles.

Dipper, startled at first by the sudden display of affection but completely aroused now, ran his hands down her sides until her reached her backside and gave it a good squeeze, partially in revenge for their earlier 'pocket incident'. Pacifica gaped and her thighs twitched at the squeeze of her butt and the sudden jolt of pleasure going down her spine. She jumped up and attempted to throw her legs around Dipper's waist, causing Dipper to reflexively seize a good hold of her buttcheeks and hold her up to prevent her from falling to the ground.

Her weight was a little more than his tired arms could handle, and Dipper turned around and pinned her against the tree to share the weight after hugging in exertion. He groaned at the mixture of pleasure caused by the release in his arms and the feeling of pressing his body against Pacifica. The heiress gasped and ran her hands through his mess of hair. The sensation she had felt earlier on the picnic blanket when Dipper had topped her was now multiplied by ten, feeling the pleasant burning all over her body.

They thought in exactly the way of intensifying their experience, and their tongues bumped together when they attempted to French kiss each other. Their tongues began battling for dominance to see which one would invade the other's mouth. A moan escaped Pacifica's mouth. She was completely lost in pleasure, the mixture of lust and adrenaline completely overcoming her. She gave soft tugs at Dipper's t-shirt, she wanted him to take it off now and felt his naked chest pinning her to the tree. The heiress moaned softly into his ear what she wanted when Dipper didn't do it by himself, and the boy then immediately complied.

Dipper, completely lustful, let go of her butt and parted just enough to pull the t-shirt over his head. Pacifica however, without Dipper's hands holding her rear, she slid in between the boy and the tree and her butt ended up hitting the ground.

"Dipper!" She protested.

"Oh…" He giggled. "Sorry. I thought you really, really wanted me to take off the t-shirt."

"And I did but… Ugh." She rolled her eyes. "Next time I'm tearing that t-shirt up instead."

"You'll have to buy me a new one then." Dipper smiled and helped her back to her feet. He gave her a sultry look, but Pacifica frowned at him back. Dipper gave her a lopsided smile and guessed that they weren't making out anymore.

"Did you get it?" She asked.

"What?" Dipper was confused.

"You said something of a surprise. Did you get it?"

"Oh! I—uh…" Dipper scratched his cheek. "No. I wanted to bring you some special flowers that grow only under a tree near this clearing, but there weren't any." He lied and smiled inwardly. The medallion would wait for a better situation.

"Hm. A pity, I guess." She shrugged. "Let's go back to the manor. You owe me a dance."

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A/N:

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Guest Reviews:

Guest: That is precisely what I said last chapter about this matter. Rest assured that it was my uninfluenced decision. There won't be any scenes in this episode.

Rob Lowe: Don't worry, there's plenty of plot left and a little more after the main plot is over.

FYI:

· Dipper didn't find anything useful in Journal #2. However, there are three Journals.

· The medallion is teased many times in the story but it will be fully described only once which is when Dipper gives it to Pacifica.

· Good thing the clones don't bleed. That would have got a little gory otherwise.

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