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Here is the finale and the final quote.

"Do you believe in destiny, Dandelion?"

The bard lifted his head and looked at the witcher wide-eyed.

"Why do you ask?"

"Answer me."

"Well… yes, I believe."

"But do you know that sharing the same destiny is not enough? Because you need something more?"

"I don't understand."

"You're not alone. But that's how it is. You need something more. The problem is that I… I will never know what that it is."

"What's the matter, Geralt?"

"Nothing, Dandelion. Come on, hop. Let's go, it's getting late. Who knows how long it will take us to find a big enough boat. I'll not abandoning my mare."

"We're going to cross together, then?" asked the poet, invigorated.

"Yes. I have nothing more to look for on this side of the river."

Andrzej Sapkowski – The Sword of Destiny.

Episode 3: The Last Wish - Finale.

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 14: Something more]

[Finale - Wednesday at noon]

Dipper stepped out of the limousine and walked to the Shack. He had his gaze lowered, covered with his cap so that no one could see his eyes, yet we was wetting the ground with his tears as he walked. He didn't feel like talking to anyone, but he needed someone to talk to quick, since his chest was aching very painfully.

Mabel came out of the Shack, alerted by the sound of the car engine.

"Hey Dippingsauce! Have your learned how to drive? Where is Pacifica?" She cheered.

The boy lifted his gaze and Mabel gasped. The cheerful brunette was no longer cheerful at the sight of her brother's face. Dipper's face was sorrowful, his eyes were puffy, his forehead wrinkled into a frown and his mouth clenched shut.

"Oh my gosh, what happened?"

"H-her parents…" He stammered.

Dipper didn't need to say anything else; Mabel understood it immediately and brought her brother into a hug.

Ever since they were children, every time Dipper was sad, Mabel hugged him and that always was enough to cheer him up. Due to her fluffy sweaters, Dipper thought that he had both a cheerful twin sister and a plush toy to hug, and her ever present happiness was contagious. It however wasn't working at the moment. Her affection had always cheered him up in the past, but what had happened to Dipper hasn't been something that a hug could fix. The sudden realization only made his situation worse and he buried his face in her shoulder, weeping louder.

"C'mere, Dipper. You need to sit down." She guided her brother to the couch on the porch and hugged him tightly, squeezing his back until he stopped weeping. Then she parted the hug and stared at him. "Is she… leaving?" Mabel asked warily.

"Yes." He began to weep again.

"Is there anything we can do about it?"

"No." Dipper began to sob again.

Mabel lowered her gaze. She couldn't tell him everything was going to be alright because she knew that was not going to happen. She couldn't hug him again because that wasn't easing his pain anymore. It struck her with a sudden realization that she had no idea what to do. Every time one of them had been in such a terrible state it had always been her, she was the emotional twin after all, and she ended up in sweater town until Dipper thought of a plan to cheer her up. Dipper had been sad before, but never to the point of sobbing. She clenched her fist in impotence, wishing to come up with a plan like her brother always did, but she couldn't think of anything.

"Dipper… C'mon. You are the logical twin and I'm the emotional one. I go all happy or sad while you come up with a plan… I-I don't know what to say here." Mabel stammered. "Please… stop crying…"

"I… I don't think I'll ever see her again, and it hurts." Dipper mumbled full of despair, and raised a hand to his chest. "It hurts a lot."

Mabel felt a wave of failure, guilt and regret washing over her body. She knew this could happen, yet she had encouraged her brother to try going for Pacifica regardless. The no longer chirpy brunette thought it was her fault for pushing her brother into an impossible love and clenched her jaw, trying her best not to cry, since she knew Dipper would know she was crying because of him and that would make him feel even worse about the situation. Mabel shook her head to gather herself and push those thoughts away. Whatever happened now, she was the big sister and she needed to take care of her little brother.

The brunette brought him into a tight hug and parted from the embrace a few seconds afterwards, standing up from the couch and resting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll bring you some hot chocolate and we'll think of something, alright? We'll get over this. I promise." Mabel tried to smile but she couldn't. If Dipper said there was nothing they could do about it, there was nothing they could do about it. She left the porch, fearing that Dipper would see her sad face on the verge of tears, and rushed inside of the Shack.

"Mabel, what happened?" Both Stans stopped her in the corridor. They had heard the sobbing outside.

"Pacifica's parents are sending her overseas. They don't like Dipper." Mabel explained sadly without lifting her gaze or stopping. She needed to distract herself quickly so she continued to the kitchen to prepare a hot chocolate, then throw it in the sink and prepare it again until she felt ready to come back to her brother.

The Stans shared a worried look and went to the porch. Dipper had stopped sobbing but he was still weeping. He twitched in pain after every sharp breath. Stan sat next to the boy, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I know it hurts. Believe me. It will hurt for a long time. But it will eventually hurt less." Stan said seriously. He would not try to lie to the kid since he still remembered Carla after all those years. "It will never fade completely, but a distraction could help get over it a little." He gave his twin brother a look.

Ford got the hint and cleared his throat.

"So… Dipper. I have been studying some anomalies and I'd appreciate your opinion about them. I've got a dimensional rift which is very interesting and I think you'd like to have a look at." He explained uneasily. His relationship with the kids was not as good as Stan's. "Do you want to come to the basement and have a look?"

Dipper tried to smile, but his lips didn't feel like it. All he wanted right now was to be left alone with his thoughts, and there was only a way to achieve that.

"Maybe later. I don't feel like standing up right now." He lied so that they left him alone.

Stan gave the boy a squeeze on the shoulder and stood up. Then he pulled his brother inside of the house and talked to him out of Dipper's earshot.

"…bunch of contemptuous smug jerks. The kid would be in a better state if he had been hit by a bus. And all of this because he's not rich." Stan ranted in anger.

"Yes. It is definitely unfair, but Dipper at least has his sister. They'll eventually get over it." Ford commented, but Stan raised a quizzical eyebrow at him. "Stanley, if Dipper is like this, how do you think the Northwest girl is?"

Stan's eyes widened in realization. He felt very sorry for the blonde heiress.

"Is there… something in your studies that could help them?"

"No." Ford shook his head. "There is nothing else we can do about this."

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The heiress tried to appear fine, her pride demanding it. Erect, proud, head held high and her face impassive. She threw a challenging look at her parents. However, after her father took Dipper away and came back, ignoring her, lighting the fireplace and standing in front of it, she was left dumbstruck. After a few seconds, she looked around herself, feeling completely lonely. A little time later she did the same, hoping she would see Dipper coming back through the door and saying this was all a bad joke. Then she realized with terrifying clarity that she was never going to see Dipper again. The sudden awareness wiped the challenging façade from her face.

Pacifica's face contracted in pain, her legs gave in and she slumped on the couch. She didn't move at first but then she felt a great deal of pain coming from inside her chest. The heiress looked at herself, searching for a wound that could explain such pain, but she didn't see anything. Then she realized what had happened: Her heart had just broken. Pacifica felt a strong sensation she needed to attend. She fought with all her will against that feeling in vain. Pacifica had always been proud of herself, unwilling to shed tears for anything, but she didn't care anymore. She began weeping slowly, and then a torrent of tears covered her cheeks. Pacifica didn't bother to clean her face, her hands unwilling to do her will. All her body wanted to do right now was to sit on the couch and weep.

Preston crossed the room and lit the fireplace, giving his back to Pacifica. He perfectly knew what she was doing that very moment and he couldn't bear looking at her while she cried. He took a wine glass cup and filled it with apple cider. He was not going to drink; he detested the flavor. He only needed something to hold in his hand like he always did in these situations.

Priscilla on the other hand approached her daughter.

"Pacifica…" When she tried to touch her shoulder, Pacifica went from weeping to sobbing.

Mrs. Northwest quickly pulled her hand back. She looked at Preston in search of help. Their daughter had never cried before and she had no idea of how to address the situation.

"Preston…"

"She shouldn't be crying." Preston muttered, still with his back at them.

"But she is." Priscilla approached her husband to confront him. "Pacifica is crying right there, and it is your fault." She reproached him.

"Don't reproach this on me!" Preston snapped. "You already know my reasons. You share my reasons!"

"But… look at her, Preston." Priscilla stared sadly at how her only daughter was filled with sadness on the couch.

"No. I had to take the lesser evil." Preston shook his head, still staring at the fireplace. "The kid is a lower-class. Pacifica will be sad today, angry tomorrow and back to normal next week." He concluded.

Pacifica, recognizing the scene from her last night's nightmare, wailed in pain and sobbed even more soundly, knowing all she had lost in the blue flames.

Preston frowned and held his glass tighter while Priscilla bit her lower lip.

"Damn you, your arrogance and contempt!" Priscilla blurted out. "I wasn't an upper-class either when we met years ago!" She countered.

Priscilla had been a mudflap girl model when she and Preston had fallen in love, and she failed to see where the problem was between her daughter and that boy.

"Our case was different, Priscilla." Preston sighed. "My company, the company my family has held for generations, always bore our surname. We did not call it Northwest Industries because it sounded good, but because we founded it." Preston explained and then turned somber. "I will not see another name in my company when Pacifica marries unless it is a good name."

"Are you listening to yourself? You are so focused in your stupid company that you fail to see what had just happened to your own daughter!"

Preston winced and began rubbing the glass with his thumb.

"Even… if I had allowed this…" He mumbled. "The boy would leave once the summer is over. This situation was inevitable."

"No." Priscilla rested her hand on his shoulder. "It would have been their decision then, not ours. Your daughter wouldn't be like this if that were the case."

"What am I supposed to do then!?" Preston snapped. "See how my daughter is with someone like that? Someone that wants to chase ghosts for a living? Someone with no future at all? Is that what you want to see in every family reunion? To grimace every time you look at your daughter knowing you could have done something to prevent that? How do you live with something like that!? Tell me!" The glass he was holding broke in his hand.

Preston left it on a table and attempted to calm his hand. It was shaking. His parents had told him since he was a kid that no one should ever notice he was nervous. He had to keep appearances because he was the heir of the family. They taught him to calm his shaking hand by holding a glass. But now the glass was gone, and his hand began to shake.

Priscilla quickly grabbed his hand in hers and kissed it, knowing that weak spot in his husband.

"I manage, because I have no other way out, because I started as a middle-class and went to the upper-class when I married you, but I have also overcome the vanity and pride of being rich. I have understood that they are a pitiful defense against something that is different. I have understood that the sun shines differently when something changes, but we are not the axis of those changes. The sun shines differently, but it will continue to shine, Preston. We can't simply forbid the sun from shinning. We have to accept facts."

"But… the company…" Preston began to mumble.

"Preston, you know how hard it was for us to have Pacifica. You know we probably won't have another child." Priscilla sadly squeezed his hand. They didn't know whose fault it was, but they had been trying for years to have a male heir and never managed to. They eventually forgot about the idea and accepted Pacifica as their only child. "Preston… Pacifica is the heiress of your company, but she is also your only daughter. Come here. You need to look at her." Priscilla pulled at Preston's hand and led him to his daughter.

Pacifica was in a terrible state. She had been sobbing and wailing the whole time and her cheeks were smeared in eyeshadow. She sniffed and tried to control her sobbing when his father stood before her, but her body was still unresponsive to her will.

Preston looked at her and grimaced in pain. When Priscilla and he had Pacifica, Preston was filled with joy because it was a girl. He knew he had a responsibility with the company and needed a male heir for it, so a girl meant that he would be able to love her without the kid having to worry about the company. However, fate was never that kind. When Pacifica was eight years old, Preston and Priscilla realized that they were not going to have any more children. That meant Preston no longer had a daughter, but an heiress instead, and he needed to treat her like that. Extra studies, etiquette, standards… all he could teach her wasn't enough, because his company was big and the world was cruel. A cruel world was even crueler to a woman at the head of a big company, and he didn't want her daughter to suffer in her future. But right now, the person crying in front of him was not the Northwest heiress. The person before him had his eyes, Priscilla's nose and his mother's hair. Preston clenched his jaw, completely filled with grief.

"Pacifica… my daughter… I'm so sorry." He crouched down in front of her and drew his hand to wipe the tears from her face.

Pacifica, as if awakened from a dream, quickly raised her hand, which suddenly obeyed her will, and slapped Preston's hand away from her face.

"Don't touch me! I hate you!" She screamed and continued sobbing.

The Northwest patriarch stumbled backwards, realizing that he couldn't undo what he had done. Preston stood up and paced in circles while holding his chin in his hand, pondering what to do. He thought of buying something to Pacifica, but the idea was discarded quickly. He thought of ignoring the matter, assuming it would fix itself with time, but that was discarded even more quickly. Seeing no way out, he finally sighed and decided to hear what his daughter had to say.

"Calm yourself, Pacifica. Let's talk about this." Preston stood before her daughter until her sobbing stopped and turned back into weeping. "Do you want me to call your friends to cheer you up?" He suggested.

"What friends?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow.

"Tiffany and Aubrey." Preston said matter-of-factly.

Pacifica began to laugh at the irony. Her father knew perfectly well those two names but he called Dipper 'the boy.' She continued weeping.

"Those are not my friends! They called me a liar and tried to make me buy them stuff to forgive me! They were my wallet's friends!" She began sobbing again. "I have no friends..."

"Oh. I... I didn't know." Preston chewed the insides of his mouth. He noted mentally to take actions against those girls' parents. They worked for him after all.

"Of course you didn't! You know nothing of me!" She snapped between sobs.

"That's not true. You like ponies and minigolf and… tennis?" Preston tried to counter, but he was too doubtful to sound certain.

"I hate tennis! You know nothing of me…" Pacifica looked down and sniffed a few times. She was feeling less and less like looking at her father.

Priscilla's eyes widened. She knew what Preston had forgotten about, since she had caught her daughter with it a couple of times. She had nothing against her daughter having a personal hobby, so she didn't tell Preston about it. Mrs. Northwest cleared her throat to get her husbands' attention and pointed discreetly at a sketchbook on the table. Preston turned around and picked up the sketchbook, opening it and having a look at its contents. There were many hand-drawn colored dresses. He recognized some of them. Those were dresses Pacifica had ordered to be made for herself. He turned again to face his daughter with the sketchbook.

"You like designing dresses?" He asked with a genuine hint of surprise in his voice.

"Yes! But that doesn't matter anymore because I'll have to take care of your stupid company!" Pacifica snatched the sketchbook from his hands and threw it to the fireplace, sinking back into the couch and sobbing afterwards.

Preston rushed to the fireplace and saved the sketchbook before it was engulfed by the flames. The cover was of thick leather and that had saved the contents, but the corners were slightly scorched. He placed it back on the table, out of Pacifica's reach just in case.

"I'll take care of the company, dear. You can do whatever you want." Preston tried to convince her.

"Lies. Minigolf, tennis, extra studies... You thought I wouldn't notice? You are turning me into yourself." Pacifica continued sobbing and turned away on the couch.

Preston saw the flash of a silver chain in her neck and reached with his hand to see what it was, but Pacifica slapped it again.

"Don't touch me!"

"Sorry. What's that around your neck?" He asked, keeping his hands to himself.

"This?" She pulled out through the neckline of her dress the silver medallion. "This was a gift from 'the boy' as you call him." Pacifica snapped bitterly.

"Can I see it?" Preston extended his hand again.

"You won't touch it." Pacifica said sternly, hiding the medallion in her hand.

"I won't. Show me." He reassured, moving both hands behind his back.

Pacifica warily held out the medallion. Preston saw a blossomed metal rose flower with silver petals and a heart shaped sapphire in the center of the petals. He examined it closely. The Northwest patriarch had seen lots of jewelry in his life and could spot silver qualities without difficulty. He knew in an instant that the medallion was either 925 silver or better. He extended his hand again to turn it and have a look at the back of it, but Pacifica closed her hand around the silver rose protectively.

"Let me see it. I won't take it from you. I promise." Preston reassured.

Pacifica sighed between sobs and opened her hand. She thought she had nothing else to lose after all.

Preston turned the medallion around and tried to spot either the 925 mark or the 999 which stated which quality the silver was, but he couldn't find it anywhere. The medallion either hadn't been crafted by a jeweler or that wasn't silver. He checked its weight and noticed that it didn't weight at all, but it felt like silver. It looked like silver. It had to be silver, but he didn't know how.

"Is this pure silver?" He asked and Pacifica nodded. "And is this a sapphire?" He asked again, but Pacifica didn't answer.

Preston rubbed his thumb on the crystal and it began to glow, showing pictures of Pacifica laughing at the Fest that happened three weeks ago. He was amazed at it, but mostly startled.

"How did a boy like that get his hands on something like his?" He said, surprised at how beautiful the piece of jewelry was.

"Chasing ghosts for a living." Pacifica replied bitterly, snatching the medallion from of his hand and hiding it under the collar of her dress. Remembering Dipper made her begin to sob again. "I'm done talking to you." She turned on the couch and stopped looking at her father.

Preston nodded and stood up, walking back to the fireplace. Priscilla followed him.

"I… I have made mistakes in my life." He began to speak. Priscilla remained silent. "My principles ensured that I had the right path in my life, and I always kept to them. Hm. Not always." He sighed. "There have been situations where it seemed there wasn't any room for doubt. Where I should say to myself: 'What do I care? I'm rich. This can be fixed with money.' instead of listening to my instinct. Even if my instinct told me I was doing the wrong thing for the right reasons. This was one of those situations. My instinct told me this wouldn't end well and I ignored it. I… I shouldn't have chosen the lesser evil." Preston muttered.

"Or maybe you chose the wrong lesser evil." Priscilla tried to lift his spirits. "Because, wouldn't it be a lesser evil to glare and grimace at your daughter's boyfriend every family meeting in exchange for seeing her happy again? Wouldn't it be a lesser evil to forget about the company's name, your vanity and your pride, in exchange for your daughter's love? Maybe you should ignore both your principles and your instinct and just choose the lesser evil." Priscilla squeezed his hand. It had stopped shaking by now.

Preston walked again up to her daughter. He didn't try to wipe her face clean. He didn't try to hug her, even though Pacifica clearly needed a hug right now. He had given up on that half an hour ago when he had made his decision. All he did was crouch down in front of her.

"Pacifica, what do you want? I'll give you whatever you wish for."

Pacifica sniffed a few more times and calmed her sobbing.

"I have one last wish."

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Dipper didn't feel like moving at all from the porch's couch. He sighed sadly and rested his face on his fist on the arm of the couch. He felt extremely tired of weeping, and the recent events had rendered him in a terrible state. His eyes were puffy from crying and they itched. He leaned back on the couch and rubbed his eyes, closing them for some time.

"Well, well, well, well, well, well, well." Dipper heard a crazy voice. He lifted his gaze, opening his eyes. Everything had turned monochromatic. "You have finally surrendered to fatigue!" Bill materialized in front of Dipper. "Welcome back to the dreamscape, Pine Tree!"

Dipper sighed and ignored the dream demon, lowering his gaze down to his feet. He seemed to have fallen asleep while rubbing his eyes.

"Hmm... Let me guess. You didn't find out what 'something more' was and Llama and you broke up?" Bill raised his eyebrow.

"I'm not in the mood, Bill." Dipper averted his gaze and turned around.

"But it was so obvious! Here is a hint." Bill snapped his fingers and Pacifica appeared standing on the porch, much to Dipper's surprise. "I thought you were smarter. Anyway, back to business. I've come to improve my last deal."

"I..." Dipper stared at Pacifica. She looked like her. Her purple dress with a darker purple jacket over it, her blonde hair, her blue eyes, her small smile. Even if her eyes weren't sparkling and she lacked the medallion, she looked like her. Dipper sighed, thinking he lost nothing for hearing it. "What's the deal?"

"You'll like it." Bill smiled inwardly, having read his thoughts. "I need your body for ten minutes only. I promise I won't harm it this time. All I need is to prank someone for an old grudge." Bill's eye narrowed and the picture of a crystal sphere with a black substance moving inside it appeared on his body and faded quickly.

"And what do I get in return?"

"What do you want?" Bill raised his eyebrow, and then he burst into laughter. "Don't answer; I already know what you want. How about this: I'll make you a time bubble where you and Llama can stay for... all eternity."

"But... that Pacifica or the real Pacifica?" Dipper asked, knowing how tricky the dream demon could be.

"Does it matter? Without the deal you wouldn't see her again anyway." Bill shrugged.

"It matters to me." Dipper glared at the hovering triangle.

Bill frowned slightly. Making Pacifica agree on the deal would require her to fall asleep and that was not going to happen anytime soon. He knew he needed Dipper to agree on the deal before Ford told him about the rift, which was probably going to happen in an hour or so when Dipper went into the basement. The dream demon needed to settle the deal before Dipper woke up, since it would be his last chance to land his hands on the rift.

"It would be this Llama. But she is as good as the real one!" He quickly added. "She laughs when you tickle her and she cries when you scare her, just like your favorite meatbag!"

"Pacifica never cries." Dipper countered.

"I beg to differ, Pine Tree. That's not what I saw last night in her dreams." Bill said slyly.

"You... you caused her nightmare!?" The boy suddenly looked at the dream demon in realization.

"I didn't say that." Bill quickly lied to cover his slip.

Dipper scowled at the dream demon as his arm trembled in rage. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers angrily, making Bill literally burst in the place. A few seconds later Bill rematerialized in front of him.

"That wasn't funny, Pine Tree." He was annoyed.

"I'm not laughing. Did you cause her nightmare!?" Dipper said angrily.

"Nightmare is such a strong word... I'd say that—"

Dipper snapped his fingers and Bill exploded again.

"Stop that!" The dream demon rematerialized and grew huge and red.

"Did you cause her nightmare!?" Dipper repeated, not feeling intimidated by the dream demon's change of shape.

"Of course it was me!" He changed his tone into a soothing voice. "But I did it to lend you a hand, Pine Tree. It seemed to me that she needed a little... encouragement. I'm just offering you a second chance now."

"Leave my dream. No deal." He declined sternly.

Dipper saw now his plan perfectly. Bill had caused the nightmare to Pacifica so that she offered herself to Dipper out of distress. Had Dipper accepted, he would be now feeling too guilty not to accept the deal. Since Dipper hadn't accepted what Pacifica had offered him and he had calmed her instead, Bill was now offering him a second chance. The dream demon was, just as he remembered reading in the Journals, trying to get him through his hopes, much to Dipper's disgust for him.

"That's not going to happen, Pine Tree. I'm running on vapor to get this deal." Bill declined the idea of leaving.

"I said leave!" He stood up from the couch and pointed at the forest. "I'm not doing a deal with you, but know this: If I ever learn that you cause another nightmare to Pacifica, I'm making sure you don't spawn again. I am currently in need of a time consuming hobby." Dipper threatened somberly.

"Fine. If you don't want a dream then you'll have a nightmare." The dream demon began cackling crazily.

Dipper was about to snap his finger again but Bill was faster. A chain engulfed in blue flames spawned on the ground and flew upwards, wrapping around Dipper's forearm and pulling him down. The boy screamed when his arm got in contact with the burning metal causing hiss sound and a smell of burned flesh. A second chain appeared next to the first one and wrapped around his other forearm, pulling at him and forcing Dipper down to his knees. He did a tremendous effort to overcome the burning pain and snapped his fingers, wishing for Bill to explode, but nothing happened. The pain in his arms prevented him from concentrating enough to use the power of his mind.

"I was actually curious since I never had the chance to see your worst nightmare last time we played! One nightmare coming up!" Bill made a gun with his fingers a shot Dipper a beam.

Dipper closed his eyes and the beam engulfed him. When he opened them again, he saw Bill with his eye widened.

"What!?" The dream demon was astonished. He shot another beam at Dipper and the same thing happened: Nothing. "Why isn't this working!? Pew! Pew! Come on! One nightmare coming up!" He kept shooting Dipper beams without further results.

Dipper knew why his worst nightmare wasn't coming up. He had been living it since Preston had thrown him out of the manor an hour ago. The sudden realization didn't help with his feeling of despair, but eased his fright for the dream demon. Dipper knew Bill couldn't do anything worse to him. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

The boy began hearing a small and distant voice in his head. He didn't know what it was at first, but then he heard it more clearly. It was confusion and it matched Bill's actions, but the dream demon wasn't talking. Dipper's eyes widened when he realized he was reading Bill's surface thoughts. He looked at the chains and noticed that, even though they were still burning with blue flames, they no longer felt hot nor hurt him. He stood up with his fear vanished and faced the dream demon.

"This is my mind." He said just like it was written in the Journal. One of the chains loosened and fell to the floor, much to Bill's astonishment.

"How did you do that!?" The dream demon stared at his actions with his eye widened.

"I'm the owner of my mind." Dipper shook his other arm and the chains fell to the floor, causing a hissing sound when they began to scorch the wooden planks with the flames, but his arms had no trace of burning marks at all. Dipper made a gun with his fingers and his hand began burning with white fire. "One nightmare coming up." He shot Bill a beam.

The red, big and threatening dream demon suddenly yelped, going back to his original yellow color and size. Then, he saw how the chains lying next to Dipper's feet burned in white incandescent fire and began to move and hiss like snakes, aiming their heads at him. Bill's eye bulged out and he turned to flee to the forest, but the chains were faster. They fettered around his ankles before he reached the forest edge and there was a hissing sound as his flesh was scorched. The dream demon screamed in pain and landed abruptly on the ground. Then they dragged him towards Dipper, who was still standing on the porch.

"How!? How did you do that!?" Bill yelled in astonishment.

The dream realized he couldn't fly anymore. Sitting up on the ground, he tried to remove the white flaming chains on his legs but they were locked tightly. Bill snapped his fingers but, instead of disappearing, the chains tightened around his ankles even more, making him wince in pain. Two more chains spawned and seized his wrists, forcing him down on his knees just like Dipper had been a few seconds ago. The dream demon grew desperate, realizing what was happening. He tried to read the boy's thoughts but, much to his fright, he found out he had lost that ability too. He was powerless in Dipper's mind.

"Did you think I wouldn't get ready for you after what you tried last time?" Dipper raised an eyebrow. "I had read all Journals by yesterday night."

"Impossible! Sixer never managed to beat me in the dreamscape!" Bill countered, remembering why his former friend wore now a metal plate installed in his head.

"Well, I just did." The boy shrugged.

Having a complete control of the dream now, Dipper probed Bill's mind. It was terrible, like the sound of a thousand voices screaming at the same time. He concentrated and eventually found what he was looking for. A bubble hovering over Gravity Falls with the symbol of the pine tree with a llama resting under its shadow imprinted on the surface. But Dipper saw beyond that. Gravity Falls was burning and everyone was turned into stone. Bill was forcing Ford to tell him his secrets by using Stan as leverage, but he didn't intend to let Stan live afterwards.

Dipper smiled grimly. He had never been selfish and he would have never agreed on that kind of deal even if it granted him Pacifica. Dipper thought of pulling Bill's eye out of his eye socket to punish him, but he had never been cruel either. All Dipper did was have a look at the dream demon's worst nightmare.

"Now, tell me. If I leave you chained here, you won't be able to escape my mind ever, am I right?"

"D-don't do that, Pine Tree! I-I... I'm the worst possible mindmate! I never shut up and I... I sing at the top of my lungs at night!" Bill was frightened at the outcome of being chained there for the rest of Dipper's life.

"I won't do it, I'm not that crazy." He shook his head. "Just remember my warning, dream demon. I don't want to hear of you ever again. Leave my dream."

Dipper snapped his fingers and a portal opened slowly on the ground near Bill. The portal grew and engulfed the area were the chains were buried in the ground, so they began dragging Bill towards the portal.

"Wait, wait! Alright! The real Llama! You'll have the real Llama in the bubble! Shake my hand, Pine Tree!" Bill tried desperately to get Dipper's attention, since he knew this was his last chance to get the rift.

Dipper didn't move from the spot. He looked with a tired expression at how the dream demon was being dragged away.

"It's not enough!? Fine! I'll improve it! The redhead too! You like the redhead, don't you?" Bill dug his hands on the dirt, trying desperately to slow his imminent ejection from the dream.

Dipper crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.

"No? What about Shooting Star? I'll add her too!" Bill added, grasping the grass with his hands and successfully preventing himself from being dragged further into the portal much to his relief, since he was mere inches from its edge.

Having lost his ability to read minds and growing desperate, Bill hadn't realized the mistake in what he had just said. Dipper scowled in disgust, since by reading his surfacing thoughts he knew that Bill wasn't referring to add Mabel as a sister, but as something completely different. He walked up to the dream demon with his fists clenched. Bill raised his hand to settle the deal, but all Dipper did was kick him in the eye, making him fall backwards into the portal with a scream of pain.

The portal closed and Dipper was left alone. He sighed, sitting on the porch's step. But he was not alone. He noticed that the fake Pacifica the dream demon had materialized was still standing on the porch, looking at him with her deep blue eyes. The boy stood up and approached the fake heiress. She had a small smile on her face. Dipper looked at her warily, unknowing what to expect.

"Are you… real?" He asked after a moment's hesitation.

"No, Dork. I am just how you remember Pacifica." The heiress giggled and the sound eased Dipper's pain slightly.

Dipper approached her, raising a hand and caressing her cheek.

"Pacifica, I…" He began to say, but the words got stuck in his throat. He knew it wasn't her. There were many missing small details, but he needed desperately to talk to Pacifica and that would have to do.

"Do you want me to lie to you now?" She asked plainly, holding his hand in hers.

"Yes. Please." He sighed, his heart aching painfully. He hadn't had the chance to say goodbye.

Pacifica brought him into a warm embrace and caressed the back of his head. Dipper hugged her tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. Her skin was warm, but Pacifica's skin was always cool, urging for him to heat it with his hands. Her hair was silky, but didn't smell of anything. Her embrace was normal, whereas Pacifica always embraced him tightly as if it were the last time they would embrace. Dipper sighed, forcing himself to ignore all the small details.

"Everything is going to be alright." She lied just as he had asked, stroking his back.

"I am so sorry, Pacifica..." Dipper began with a broken voice. "Will you ever forgive me?"

"For what?" She asked without breaking the embrace.

"I didn't let you choose the lesser evil, and wow we'll never see each other again." Dipper explained full of grief.

Pacifica parted the embrace and cupped his face in her hands.

"Dipper… You have endured the time of contempt. You have wet the ground with your tears, and you have just regretted your decision." She leaned closer to Dipper, whose eyes had widened after recognizing Pacifica's words. "Now, all that is left for you is… something more." She concluded by kissing him softly on the lips.

Dipper was suddenly awakened by the sound of a parking limousine.

"Something more…" He muttered. He felt a ladybug crawling up his index finger and flying away. Dipper stared at the small bug, mildly confused, but somehow relieved. He jumped up from the couch and stood on the edge of the porch looking at the limousine.

From the limousine's backseat stepped out a girl. Her hair was of blonde color, her dress was purple and her eyes were sparkling blue.

"Dipper!" The heiress yelled and broke into a sprint towards the boy.

Dipper didn't have to think it twice and he rushed towards Pacifica. They both met at the middle of the front yard. The heiress threw her arms around his neck and Dipper embraced her, hugging Pacifica so tightly that he lifted her from the ground. He buried his face in her neck, feeling her cool skin and her lilacs scent. This was the real her.

Stan was walking through the corridor when he heard something break on the floor. He went to the origin of the sound and found Mabel standing next to a broken cup of chocolate, her cheeks covered in tears.

"Is there something wrong, pumpkin?" Stan approached the brunette.

Mabel didn't answer. She only pointed her finger outside.

"Oh." Stan placed a hand on Mabel's shoulder. Tears were flowing from Mabel's eyes, but she had a broad smile on her face and a huge weight off her chest.

Dipper lifted his head from Pacifica's shoulder. He saw Preston and Priscilla standing next to the limousine. Dipper wanted to ask him again permission to date Pacifica, but he didn't need to use his voice because his eyes already said a big deal. Preston nodded at the boy and Dipper hugged Pacifica tighter.

"Dipper!" Pacifica exclaimed, parting from the embrace and staring at him. She had tears flowing through her cheeks. Dipper's heart would have sunk if he hadn't noticed they were tears of happiness. "Dipper, they have agreed! We can be together now!" She said with a broad smile. Dipper felt his cheeks going wet in tears as a smile crept over his face. "You were right, Dipper! We are each other's destiny!"

Dipper smiled faintly, knowing how wrong she was because he knew that being bound by fate was not enough. Because he knew destiny was not enough to have pulled the lever in the Feast. Because he knew that destiny was not enough to give her the courage to skip tennis class and defy her parents to go monster hunting blindly with him. Because he knew that destiny was not enough to send her parents on a trip so that she could stay a few more days with him and risk everything. Because Dipper knew that Pacifica had never given up, and now she had achieved the impossible. He smiled faintly and felt the need to correct her huge mistake.

"No, Pacifica." He corrected, hugging her tightly. "You are… something more."

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A/N:

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I should be able to squeeze two-three chapters more for the epilogue out of the drabbles and notes ideas. I have to edit and revise their whole teenage years to adapt it into T rating, for obvious reasons. They need more humor and less sex.

On a side note, congratulations to gamelover41592. It's his 24th birthday today!

Guest Reviews:

Zoidberg: You should be a very fast reader then. It took me close to an hour to do the final read. I'm glad you liked it.

Rob Lowe: I realize now that my answer sounded like I was upset. I'm sorry, that was not the case at all. I answered your review quickly and posted the chapter without revising what I had said. What I tried to say is that I can't compare my story to any other recently finished fanfiction because I stopped reading fanfiction when I began writing three months ago, but I wanted to reassure that I was going to go for a happy ending and it wouldn't be anything 'shitty' (I dislike writing swearing words in cartoon fanfictions, it sounds OOC) because I had given it lots of thoughts.

T-G: The boat trip was going to be three chapters originally, but I think it had a better effect as the whole boat trip day and the following night in a single chapter.

Guest: It's always rewarding to know that a story can produce a wide range of emotions on a reader. I know that it had its own effect on me.

FYI:

· Don't lie, you thought Dipper was going to accept and there was going to be hell of a Weirdmageddon, huh?

· Dipper didn't win any magical powers. He just seized control of his mind by overcoming his fear.

· When a ladybug crawls up your finger it is considered an omen of good luck. Think twice before squashing one of those bugs next time!

· The ending, just like parts of the plot and some scenes are an adaptation of some of The Witcher books.

· Pacifica has not forgiven her father yet and that will have to be addressed in next chapter.

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