(A/N: There is a picture at the top. She's going to be a character in this chapter and I just wanted to give you an Idea of what she looks like. Also, I recommend listening to the song at the top. You'll need to know it for a small part of this chapter. Next, apparently the chapter called "volcanogoboom" didn't publish the ending of the chapter. So, I recommend you go back and re-read the ending. I had to re-write it. Ugh.  And finally, there is a suggestive part in this. Just a heads up.)

Magic: LOL LOL SOS SOS!!!!!!! Okay I dear pacifica to talk to her parents about dipper

Pacifica's chest rose up and down, her breathing short and choppy.

R Gideon: W-What happened to her?

Dipper: Her chip... It was old.

R Pacifica: What? What chip?

Dipper: Her parents chipped her as a kid so they always knew where she was. The chip was so old I guess it didn't have a good reaction with her new body.

R Gideon: Wait. CHIP?!

Dipper: Yah... I hope she's going to be o.k.

There was silence in the room, leaving everyone to there thoughts. A couple of moment's past until there was a jiggle on the doorknob, signalling to someone's arrival.

Mabel: Hey! Where did everybody-

Mabel looked to Dipper, seeing him stare at Pacifica's sleeping form. It only took a few seconds before an odd sent entered her nostrils. Something burning... Flesh? Blood perhaps? Then, she looked to Pacifica. Her makeup smeared from crying, her hair slightly singed at the tips, and her skin with small burns on them.

Mabel: Christ Dipper. What happened?

Dipper didn't look to his sister. His gaze was locked on Pacifica. He feared if he looked away from her, her chest would stop moving up and down. He feared she would stop moving at all... Forever...

Mabel: Dipper?... DIPPER!

Dipper signed, standing up from his kneeling position next to her on the bed. He looked to Mabel, trying not to show any emotion for a fleeting second. He put his hands to his sister's shoulders, locking eye contact with her for a second and then looking away. He was ashamed. He was ashamed for bringing Pacifica into his home. What an idiot. Thinking that her parents would just sweep this under the rug. That they would forget Pacifica even existed and wouldn't go looking for her. Of course. This was all his fault. He never once forgot she had a chip. He knew she had a chip. But he let her stay. An idiot... Letting the daughter of such a powerful man into his house. Now look at her. Her cloths, tattered. Her hair, tangled. And her face, scared. What had he done? He had to come clean about the consequences sooner or later. They weren't kids anymore. They couldn't hide from this. Not now. Not ever.

Dipper: We need to tell them.

Mabel: Tell them what? Tell WHO what?

Dipper:... Pacifica needs to go home. Mabel, I can't let her stay here any longer.

Mabel: What?! Dipper! Are you crazy!? They'll lock you up!

Dipper: I know... I know... I just- I can't let anything like this happen again... No. I need to come clean. This whole mistake needs to be cleared up. No matter what.

Mabel: Dipper... But- You protected her so many times... She's safe here.

Dipper: MABEL!... S-she's not safe here. I can't help her. I can't even save her from her parents.

Mabel: Come on bro! If your in this mess, so am I!

Dipper: No your not!

Mabel: Dip! I knew she was here too! If you go to jail, so do I!

Dipper: Mabel! Please! Listen to me! She. Needs. To. Go. HOME!!! Please! For once in your life think about how this could effect someone else's life! She could die if we don't tell her parents! I can't take her to a hospital! I can't call 911! If I can't tell her parent's, she can't get help!

Dipper stopped for a moment, trying to catch his breath. He looked over to Pacifica, hands still on his sister's shoulders.

Dipper:..... *Whisper* Please... Let me save her... Let me do what's right... One last time.

Mabel looked to his brother. Tears began to form in her eyes. She couldn't bare to look at him anymore. He always sacrificed himself for others. He let Pacifica stay here, even though he would get arrested if they found her. How could he- Be so strong... and yet so weak? How could he have the weight of the world on his shoulders, 24 7? She looked to him as a hero. But- how could he still see himself as a normal teenager? He couldn't. No. But he also didn't see himself as a hero though. He saw himself... as a monster. That's what he was, right?

~Pacifica~

It was dark... There was nothing. Not even her. She was nothing. She was nowhere. If she was nothing and nowhere, what was she? She couldn't be nothing if she could feel. But, she couldn't feel. Could she? Maybe she could feel. Maybe she could see. See what? She was nowhere. But, she was her. If she had a name, she must be something. Even nothing has a name. So nothing must be something. So Pacifica must be something. But what?

Pacifica:.... What am I?

Pacifica began to float, realizing that this nothingness was just darkness. She was somewhere. She just couldn't see where. So, if she was somewhere, she was something. Then, it all hit her. Like a train. A sword... A chip... It all came flooding back to her, making her stiffen. 

Pacifica: What... I- I was in a room... I- had hands. Feet. Hair. I had a face.

Pacifica's mind flashed memories of who she was. Or... who she is? It was all confusing to her. She remembered. Not just her own face. Other faces. A girl, brown hair and sweaters. She knew who she was. She didn't need to know her name. Her face said enough. But, who was that standing next to her? A boy? Tall, brown hair, and the picture of perfection. The second her eyes met his cold gaze, her brain tried to rack up as much information about him as she could. She frantically searched her thoughts, looking for the face of an angel anywhere. Something to jog her memory of who this mystery man was. So perfect. So mysterious. So... Familiar. But, nothing. She saw nothing about him. He was no one to her. She had no name for him. She had no information about him. Who was he? Who was this perfect boy?

Voice: Good question. He is perfect, isn't he?

Pacifica, surprised by the feminine voice, turned around. When she turned around, she was not met with a face. No. Not even the silhouette of a body. There was no face to be attached to this voice.

Pacifica: Who are you?

Voice: I am here. I am now. There is nothing to describe who I am. I have no name. I was created to assist you. Always. I have known you since you were created. Just as I was.

Pacifica: What do you mean? Assist me how?

Voice: Ask me anything. I am like a search for you. Your mind, if you will. I know all about you. And I can give you information about anything you need to know.

Pacifica thought for a moment, trying to think.

Pacifica: Why am I here?

Voice: You encountered a near-death situation. Your body shut down all the systems it didn't need to focus on the main organs to get you back into health. Your asleep right now.

Pacifica: Well, how's my body doing so far?

Voice: Your systems are failing and you need a doctor. If you don't get one soon, you will die within the day.

Pacifica didn't say anything. She only thought about what the voice said. To be honest, she didn't care too much about death. Not while she was in such darkness. She didn't have very many memories to determine if she had a good life. If she had a bad life, would it matter? She was going to die either way. But, if she had a good life would that make her feel bad? Would it make her feel bad about dying if she had a good life? She wanted to know more about her life. If she was going to die within the day, she wanted to know herself. But, what would she ask?

Pacifica: How long can I go without a doctor?

Voice: Your heart beat is low and your liver is experiencing spasms from the electric shock. You have about 7 hours without a doctor at the most.

Pacifica went silence once more. 7 hours? At the most too. But, who would care? Why would it matter?

Pacifica: Do I have any friends?

Voice: Mabel Pines and Dipper Pines as close companions to you.

Pacifica knew Mabel. Yes. She definitely knew Mabel. She had brown hair... A-and sweaters. She was always happy. But... Who was this Dipper person.

Pacifica: Voice!... Who is Dipper? I have no memories of him.

Suddenly, there was light. A shimmering glow, if you may. The darkness was quickly chased away as the light kissed the corners of the room, giving Pacifica a second of true understanding. She looked around the room, realizing where she was. And her eyes only seemed to grow bigger as she did. Joy! She was so happy at what she saw! Giant phones stuck out of the ground. Lipstick too. Flowers popped out of the ground as she walked, almost as if to say hello. She looked ahead, seeing a giant house. A mansion. Was that her home?

Pacifica: Di- Did I die and go to heaven?!

Pacifica pranced on the grounds of the new world, breathing in the sweet smell of perfume that seemed to restore memories of hanging out with friends and playing as a child.

Voice: No. This is your mind. You are on the outside of your memories. Inside your home is the memories of who this person is. If you choose to go inside, you will learn who he is and how you know him. And, perhaps, a little more about yourself as well.

Pacifica looked at the home in all it's glory. What a perfect white. What a perfect world. Her mind was so... girly. She loved it. But, something about it made her blush in embarrassment. This all seemed childish to her as well as magical. Could she? Should she? Did she want to know more about herself? What if she was a looser and that guy was a jerk? What if he was a bully who always picked on her as a kid? But, what if he wasn't? What if he was kind and perfect? What if-

Voice: Are you going to search for him or not?

Pacifica: But- I don't know where the memories of him are.

Voice: Hm... I do.

Without warning, the ground began to shake. The dirt, which once held flowers, began to split and the flowers began to wilt. From the dirt, fingers could be seen popping out, clawing it's way threw the dirt. The fingers began to grip at the ground, hoisting up what looked like a head. Brown hair became visible, as the finger's fought to free it's body from the ground. Within seconds, a body was spat our of the ground. Her bare skin was quickly wrapped around with a sheet of grass, giving the illusion on a dress. Then, pearls were added to her neck, giving the voice a soft smile. She stood up from the ground, noticeably taller than Pacifica. Pacifica stepped back, surprised by her sudden appearance.

Pacifica: You- You-

Voice: We're in the mind. You can do anything you want here.

Pacifica: So... Your not nothing anymore?

Voice: Yes.

Pacifica: I suppose I can't call you voice anymore than?

Voice: Just call me Bonnie.

Pacifica:... Alright. So, where is this Dipper guy?

Bonnie: He isn't here. Your memories of him are though.

Pacifica: How do we find the memories of him them?

Bonnie grabbed Pacifica's hand, looking into her eyes.

Bonnie: You'll see.

Bonnie squinted her eyes shut, squeezing onto Pacifica's hand. Not even in the blink on an eye, they were inside the mansion. Pacifica was amazed. So many doors. So many rooms. Was all of this information about Dipper? It made her frustrated knowing she didn't know who he was. Not anymore at least.

Bonnie: Go on! Look through the memories. I'll wait here.

Pacifica: Wait? Your not coming?

Bonnie: When you die, I'll sees to exist. I want to enjoy this body before it's gone.

Pacifica: Alright. Thank you!

Bonnie: No problem.

Bonnie strolled off, leaving Pacifica in the labyrinth of doors.

Pacifica: Which one? Which one?

Pacifica looked to one of his doors, seeing a heart marked on it.

Pacifica:....Odd.

She strolled to the door, opening it to see a dark room. She looked in the room to see Pacifica sitting on the floor, holding hands with a boy with a pine tree hat. They seemed happy enough. They were just sitting in the room, an ear bud perked in each of there ears. They were both humming the tone of what sounded like they were saying 'ginger bread man.' Pacifica stood there, now wishing to remember everything about this boy. Everything. They just sat there for a moment, until the boy leaned over to the past Pacifica, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. It seemed sweet enough until it looked like he was about to move to her neck.

Pacifica: Nope!

Pacifica quickly slammed the door shut, walking over to another door. There was blush hot on her face. He must have been very important to be.... Like that in front of her.

Pacifica: What's this door?

This door, unlike the others, had devil horns on it.

Pacifica: What?

Pacifica brushed her hand against the door. It looked like the other doors. But- It wasn't at the same time. The doorknob seemed to glow, like it was speaking to her. Like the voice was too quiet to be heard. But- You could just barley make out the words. 'Come....' Pacifica didn't open the door. Not yet. She had a weird feeling about it and didn't want to rush into something dangerous. She slowly backed away from the door, turning her head so her back faced it. She scanned the other doors, looking over the signs. Some of the doors had hearts on them, while others had a pine tree. The door behind her was the only one that had devil horns. And it was the only one she wanted to open. How could she resist the calls? But, she had too. Her feet made there way to the other doors, fighting against the urge to walk back to there original position. She went door to door, opening and closing memories. Some, very sweet and friendly. Others more... 'sexually violent.' She tried not to remember those ones. Even though some of her really didn't want to forget. She had figured out how the doors works for the most part. The doors with the pine trees were like G rated movies. They were just her and him as kids, hanging out and holding hands. While the heart ones were more R rated movies. I'm not going into detail about it. O_O Pacifica had gone through most of the doors. (Especially the hearts) She had a very good idea of who this guy was. But... She wouldn't know for sure until- the last door. The one door that would let her die knowing she understands who she is and what they've been through together. Her feet, shuffling to the devil horns, seemed to trip over themselves. Her hands reached for the doorknob. The second her hand reached the door knob, she had a sudden shock. Her whole body went numb. A memory... a thought... something... was shot into her mind the second she touched the knob. It was an image. Some yellow creature with wings, but with the body and face of a boy. A man. A Dipper. It was just for a fleeting moment before it was gone. But, to her, the image was burned into the side of her brain. How? How could this be? Him. A man of pure adventure and selflessness? A monster? Or what? What was he? What was it? Only one way to find out.

Bonnie: You have 30 minutes.

Pacifica: Ah!

Pacifica jumped, turning around on her heels to see Bonnie, upset for once. 

Pacifica: You- You scared me.

Bonnie: You have 29 minutes. Go before time is gone.

Pacifica:... Yes Ma'am.

Pacifica turned around, facing the door. There was no more hiding. No more ignorance. No more lies. No more..... Trust. She would soon know why this door, unlike the others, had devil horns. And she was not excited to know why. Her hand reached for the knob, twisting it as quickly as she could. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to know what this memory was.

Dipper: O.k. This is what happened...

Pacifica's squinted eyes were now open. She looked to the confused Pacifica and worried Dipper. She needed to hear every word they had to say. It was the last thing she would ever hear to be honest. This was important. 

Pacifica: I'm listening.

Dipper: I'm- *sigh* I-it's hard to explain.

Pacifica: I'm sure it is. Why don't you TRY to tell me though?

Dipper: I just- Can't. I don't know how to explain it. It's hard to tell you anything that has to do with this kind of stuff.

Pacifica: I. Don't. Care. Tell me.

Dipper: I've-

Dipper paused. He took his hand, lifting his hair up to show his birthmark.

Pacifica: Your- Birthmark?

Dipper: It's... Kind of a symbol. You know how there are all these creatures that show up when me and Mabel are around?

Pacifica: ...Dipper?

Dipper: Yah. It's kind of involuntary.

Pacifica: What do you mean 'Involuntary?'

Dipper: Well, how do I put this? Many years ago, before my PARENTS were even born, we had a great great great grandfather named John.

Pacifica: O.k. So?

Dipper: Well, he was is this... 'club.' They specialized in the super natural and mystery... STUFF.

Pacifica: Go on. Stop pausing in the middle of your sentences and just TELL me.

Dipper: Well, he was kicked out. For... Experiments. Tampering with his physical form. Making deals with interdenominational demons. And sacrifices. I guess some of his 'physical changes' got passed down through genes. Suckish, right?

Pacifica: B-But what about that monster that was on your back just a while ago?

Dipper: That? Oh! He kind of promised that monster my life if he gave my great great great grandfather some amulet that could give someone ultimate power or whatever.

Pacifica: Wait. Than what was that than? What were you doing with the monster?

Dipper: The monster's been in my body since I was born. Whispering and telling me things I didn't want to know. I had to do something. So, I expelled it from my body.

Pacifica: Th-Than what was that thing I saw?!

Dipper: What?

Pacifica: That yellow glowing thing that was black wings and an eye on it's forehead?!

Dipper: Pacifica.

Dipper looked at her, like she was a naive child. He shook his head and looked to the ground with a smirk.

Dipper: That's me.

Pacifica: Dipper... That make's NO sense.

Dipper: You see this?

Dipper held up his hand and spread his fingers apart, looking to her for an answer.

Pacifica: What? Your fingers?

Dipper: No. My skin.

Pacifica: O.k. What about it?

Dipper: Pacifica. Our bodies are just vessels for our souls. Out skin is an illusion. A way to cover up ourselves. Our soul. That 'yellow glowing thing' you saw was my soul.

Pacifica: Psh. Yah right. Why did it look like that than? I thought souls looked like ghosts or something.

Dipper: Well, what did my soul look like to you?

Pacifica: It looked... Like a scary angel or something. Like it was going to attack me or something.

Dipper: Well... That's what souls look like. And you know what Pacifica?

Pacifica: What? >:I

Pacifica wasn't really happy about the day. She didn't feel like talking to him about much unless it had to do with him explaining what was going on. But then, Dipper grabbed her hand, raising it to his lips. He placed a small kiss on the back of her hand.

Dipper: You have the prettiest soul I've even seen. I love-

Suddenly, the door was slammed shut.

Bonnie: Time's up.

Pacifica: What?! No! I need to hear this.

Bonnie: Sorry. That's how the world works. Life's not fair. Not to me. Not to you. Not to him.

Pacifica: But-

Before she could even finish her sentence, everything went white. She was back again. Nothing. Nowhere... She looked up, seeing angels. They grabbed her by her armpits, lifting her to a big hole in the sky. What a beautiful sky. She was inches away, so close, so sweet. She could touch the pearly gates from where she was. But, she could feel the grip of the angels. There grip was loosening. Within seconds, she went from flying to falling. An angel to an earthling. She fell. Faster and faster. She could see the ground approach. How quickly it approached. But the floor never seemed to come. Instead, she was met with a face. No, not the face of an angel. Quite the opposite. You might say it was the face of a demon. It was her father's face she was met with. She looked up, the family doctor on the side of her bed.

Dr. Bob: Your lucky you called me when you did Mr. Northwest. She would have been a goner for sure without my help.

Preston: Oh, thank you Dr. Bob. This will definitely go in your bank account.

Dr. Bob: Haha. It's no trouble at all. I'm just happy to help before it was too late. You've got some daughter there.

Preston: Yes. Indeed. Would you mind leaving me alone with my daughter?

Dr. Bob: Not at all. Take all the time you need.

Dr. Bob made his way across Pacifica's surprisingly messy room, opening and closing the door behind him. 

Preston: What game are you playing?

Preston leaning in on his daughter, staring straight into her eyes. He no longer seemed happy to see her. He now seemed angry.

Pacifica: What do you mean?

Preston: You killed one of the maids and then you run away?! What were you thinking?!

Pacifica: ....How did you know it was me?!

Preston: Oh please! We have security camera's all over the mansion. You think we wouldn't catch even a glimpse of what you did?! We're not that old young lady!!!

Pacifica: I'm sorry! O.k.? I just- I was sleep walking and-

Preston: Sleep walking? Sleep walking?! Yes. The media will come to my doorstep, put camera's in my face, and you expect me to say you were SLEEP WALKING?!

Pacifica: Dad! Please! Listen to-

Preston: And then you go to stay at that trouble-maker's house!

Pacifica: Dipper is not a trouble-

She stopped herself. She remembered. Everything about him. She no longer remembered seeing him from a 3rd person view. She remembered seeing him face to face. Talking to him, interacting with him, loving him. It was no longer memories of her watching her memories. No. If anything, she forgot about even being in her mind. She only remembered Dipper.

Preston: Hello! Pacifica!

Pacifica: Sorry! I- blacked out for a second.

Preston: Well...

Preston leaning his hands on her shoulders, pressing her against the frame of the bed, forcing her to look at him.

Preston: Let me give you a little bit of advice for that.

Preston grabbed her checks with one of her hands, squishing her face so she was forced to look into his cold eyes.

Preston: *Whisper* You will listen to me! You will not speak unless spoken too. You will become the perfect little angel you once were and you won't hang out with the Pines ever again. Understood?!

Pacifica was tempted to nod her head, but she fought against her instincts. Instead, her mind wondered to other places. And then, as if a bat smacking the back of her head, it hit her.

Pacifica: Where's Dipper?

Preston seemed to chuckle at her mindless question.

Preston: That disgrace?! Ha! I called the police the second he came to the doors with you in his arms.

Pacifica: What?! NO! Dad! What have you done?!

Preston: I've protected the town from a maniac.

Pacifica: Dad! Dipper is the kindest, strongest, and most selfless person I have ever known! He didn't do anything wrong! Please! Let him go!

Preston: Pacifica Northwest! You should not be seen with dirt like that in the first place! We're much more powerful than the likes of him.

Pacifica: No. We. Are. NOT.

Preston: What did you say?! Don't doubt me young lady! I'm doing this for your own good!

Pacifica: If you were doing this for me, you'd at least let me see him!

Preston: Do you know where he is?!

Pacifica: Prison?

Preston: Which?

Pacifica: What do you mean "Which?"

Preston: We sent him to the most high scaled prison known to man. He will be under all night surveillance. 5 different guards will watch him from every direction just to make sure he doesn't escape. He's in the most up tight prison in Washington DC. *Scoff* I made it my duty to ensure he was kept that way too! I charged extra just to keep his arms and legs bounds off the ground by chains! There is no way of him ever escaping! EVER!

Pacifica: NO!!! STOP! DON'T TELL ME ANYMORE!

Pacifica clamped her hands over her ears, trying to block out his words.

Preston: And you know what the best part is?

Preston paused, leaning in on his daughter's ear.

Preston: No visiting hours.