Mabel then opened the door and exited pulling Dipper along with her as they walked down the street down the path towards the Mystery Shack. Unknownst to them was a pair of eyes watching their backs from a lone window belonging to the Shop of Second Sight. The purple light on the window flickered on and off before it completely turned off.
"I can't believe you did that Mabel!" Dipper said as he crossed his arms back at the Mystery Museum in the living room. "Pacifica was really cool!"
"Yeah as in really creepy! Didn't you see her giving you those creepy smiles. Heck, she knowing our names was creepy. How did she even know them?" Mabel said.
"Well duh! She's a physic," Dipper replied back. "This stuff is super easy to her."
Mabel rolled her eyes opening the journal sitting down on the chair. "Fine. Think whatever you want. Maybe I should have just left you there."
Dipper nodded agreeing with her. "Yeah maybe you should have." He turned and walked out of the room towards the stairs leading to their temporary room. Just as he was about to climb them, the doorbell rung. Knowing that Mabel had no intention of getting up just to see who was behind the door, he decided to see for himself. Dipper walked towards the door and opened it. He did not expect though the same girl he and Mabel had just met about an hour earlier.
Pacifica smiled at Dipper as soon as she saw him. "Hello cupcake."
"P-Pacifica?!" Dipper stuttered in confusion. "But, how did-"
Pacifica waved her hand in a happy manner. "Cupcake, of course I would know where you and your dear sister live at. It was written in your future."
Dipper rubbed his arm awkwardly. "I-I guess so..."
"Anyway, I came here to ask if you would like to attend with me to another tea party right now.
"Oh would I?!" Dipper said in excitement.
Just then, Mabel's voice could be heard from the other room. "Dipper, who are you talking to?"
Not wanting Mabel to know that Pacifica was here, Dipper turned and lied saying, "No one Mabel! Just a tourist!"
As soon as he heard no response, Dipper knew he was okay. Dipper turned back up Pacifica with a smile. "So can we go?"
Pacifica nodded. "Yes let us be off cupcake."
Dipper closed the door behind him and walked behind Pacifica as she led him back him to town. Throughout the walk, it was dead silent. At first, Dipper had thought it was silent because Pacifica was maybe shy. But as he continued to follow her, he began to hear her voice calling him her new play toy.
Once they got to the antique shop, Pacifica led him inside and both of them sat down at the table where two of cups of tea were already set out for them. As Dipper sat down, he took notice of his surroundings. Earlier, he had not seen the creepy antiques on the shelves nor how dark it was in the room. It bugged him now how creepy they were to stare at.
"Cupcake, can I perhaps indulge you with a question."
Dipper looked back at Pacifica from the shelves now placing his attention back to her. "Uh... Yeah Pacifica?"
"Do you like your sister?" She asked with a sinister smile.
"Y-you mean Mabel? Of course I like her. She's my sister."
"But is that really the truth cupcake?"
"What do you mean?" He asked now puzzled.
Pacifica stood up and walked slowly to Dipper standing behind him. She placed her hand on his head and began to stroke his hair causing Dipper to shiver. Seeing this, Pacifica giggled and moved her face close to Dipper's ear and whispered, "I mean you are mine cupcake. Not your sister's."
Pacifica moved her face away from Dipper's ear, but continued to stroke his hair as if he was a pet. Dipper shook in both confusion and fear. He had no idea what Pacifica meant or even why she was treating him like this. It was too creepy for him to even this about. Was this the same Pacifica he had met? Was Mabel right about her? Was he so absorbed in the fact there was a physic in front of him that he failed to take notice of how Pacifica acts.
A few agonizing minutes ticked by before Pacifica finally stopped stroking Dipper's hair. Realizing this, Dipper forced himself to call out Pacifica's name hoping that maybe Pacifica didn't do what she had just done. "P-Pacifica?"
At first, Dipper heard nothing. All there was behind him was silence. But the silence soon was broken by Pacifica's voice.
"Cupcake, I think it would be best for you to go home. A perfect doll like you shouldn't have to be soiled with unpleasant things."
"Uh... Sure Pacifica," Dipper said quietly as he stood up not even bothering to listen to what Pacifica had just told him. He was totally creeped out now just by being alone with her and wanted nothing more to just go home and talk to Mabel.
