Dipper forced himself to give Pacifica a smile and turned walking out of the antique shop. Just as Dipper was about to head on the normal route he took the Mystery Museum, he noticed how there was a sign near it telling of how the route was being fixed. Dipper shrugged and turned heading for towards the longer route. As he walked, he failed to notice the sign distorting and soon disappearing. It was never there to begin with.
Mabel knew something was up when she heard no peep coming from Dipper for a few hours. After all, between her and him, he was the loudest. Realizing that it was quiet as a mouse in the house, she closed the journal, got up from the chair, and began to look around. Eventually, she found Ford in the kitchen analyzing a few notes. She walked up to with the journal tucked tightly under her arm.
"Great Uncle Ford, have you seen Dipper?"
Ford looked up from the pieces of paper and turned his attention at Mabel. "No Mabel, I haven't seen him. Why?"
Mabel fidgeted as she rubbed her the back of her head. "It's just it's been really quiet. It's not like Dipper to be so quiet for at least a few hours."
Ford placed his hand under his chin as he thought quietly to himself. A few seconds ticked by before he remembered something. "Actually, I did see your brother outside some time ago talking to a girl. By the direction they were walking in, they were heading for town."
Mabel eyes widened as she realized who Dipper probably was with. She tucked the journal into her coat pocket as she waved back at Ford. "Thanks Great Uncle Ford. I'm going to get Dipper. It's getting late now." She turned and ran out of the Mystery Museum leaving a puzzled Ford behind.
As Mabel headed towards the town, all she could think about was if Dipper was okay. Pacifica was creepy. She knew a lot of things about them for a fraud. For one how could she even know their names? Could she be a stalker? Mabel shook her head at that. Even if she was one, they had only been on Gravity Falls for less than a few days. What was there to stalk about them?
As soon as Mabel found herself in front of the antique shop, she made no hesitation to barge right in. She barged into the shop causing the door to whack against the wall with a loud boom. What she saw was something she hadn't expect.
There at the table sitting by herself at the table was Pacifica drinking a cup of tea. She did not look up nor say anything to acknowledge Mabel's presence. Instead, she just continued drinking her tea.
Mabel shivered once again. She hated this shop's atmosphere. All it gave off was fear. It did not make sense, but Mabel quickly push that thought aside. She started to look around noticing one crucial thing: Dipper was no where in sight. "Where is he Pacifica?" She asked in a bitterly tone.
Pacifica placed her cup of tea down on the table and finally looked up at Mabel with a big smile on her face. "Oh Mabel dear, you really need to learn some manners."
Mabel forced herself to glare at Pacifica despite how much she was shivering in fear. "I know you came to the Mystery Museum to get him. Now where is he?!"
Pacifica stood up and pushed in her chair. She walked slowly around the table towards Mabel stopping it front of her. "Oh Mabel dear, he left quite some time ago. I sent him home to not stain his pretty little heart."
"Pretty little heart?"
"Why from this of course," answered Pacifica as she placed her hand over the purple amulet hanging from the black choker around her her. Immediately her hand on top of the amulet began to glow a light purple color and Mabel began to feel her feet not touching the ground any longer. She looked down to see that she was in midair glowing in the same color as the purple amulet that was in Pacifica's hand.
"W-what are you doing?" Mabel asked wanting nothing more to just wish this was a crazy nightmare.
Without no warning, Mabel felt her head hitting the wall hard. Before she could even recollect from the knock on her skull, she hit the wall again. Then a third time. And a fourth time. The hits continued for quite a few more times each harder then the last hit. Just as Mabel felt like she was going to faint from the pain, the hits to her head stopped. Barely conscious, she opened her eyes to see Pacifica laughing in delight at Mabel. She hadn't even realize that she was laughing.
Pacifica looked back to the table and a knife glowing in purple began to float in the air. The knife was pointed straight at Mabel throat ready to slice her skin. Pacifica laughed as she twirled her hand. "Oh Mabel dear, I'm going to cover your beautiful throat in lovely red. Wouldn't you like that?"
