Splatter: make paz gget in trouble or something and dipper comes rescues her and they do that whole love/hate relationship which i cant get seem to have enough of and make me there, silently watching them with a creepy smile and give them a thumbs up and yell something very rude, alright?

Me: O_O' WTF?

Dipper's eyes shot open, gasping as his head lunged forward from his sudden awakening. His head shot to the left, revealing his arm bound in some sort of medal from the wrist to the elbow, only allowing his hand to be visible. He turned his head to the right, only to see the same thing. He looked down at his feet, seeing his legs dangling off the ground. What had happened the day before?

Dipper: What the f-

Dipper was cut off by a sudden squeak up ahead of him. His head shot up, looking forward to examine what the sound was. His gaze was met with a tall, pale man opening his cell door. He was around his 50's, black hair with grey streaks, a stern look on his face, and a big nose. Dipper narrowed his eyes, knowing exactly who it was.

Dipper: Agent Powers...

Dipper said, venom inking through his harsh tone. Agent Powers was surprised with this, being the fact that he had no knowledge of ever meeting this teenager, but he decided to brush it off. He had heard some odd stuff about this kid and this didn't seem nearly as strange as the other things he knew about him.

Powers: My, you've made quite a reputation, haven't you?

Powers looked up at Dipper's dangling figure, catching a glimpse of his narrowed eyes under his un-kept brown hair, seeing his deadly stare burn through his soul. Powers straightened himself up, trying not to appear intimidated. But, deep down, he knew there was something wrong with this boy. Something... supernatural. He tried to lighten the atmosphere by clearing his throat, only to come off as uncomfortable. Dipper smirked at this, knowing instantly he had gotten in his head already.

Powers: Monster hunting. Demon summoning. Witch craft. You've even conducted sacrificial rituals. You may have fooled the whole town into believing you, but you can't fool the entire United States government.

There was silence in the room, giving the air Powers breathed in a sharp corner to it. His throat became dry as he looked to the prisoner. His face... He was... smiling? The room was suddenly filled with the sound of a low chuckle. Powers eyes widened as Dipper's face lifted itself up. He looked so... familiar. Like he had already met this person.

Dipper: I don't have to fool the whole United States government.

Powers looked surprised by this teens answer, seeing the crazed look on his face. His eyes were wide, his pupils were small. Than his mouth. That smile. His teeth weren't human. They were sharp and pointy as he grinned. His voice, it was demonic. He wasn't human. Not anymore.

Dipper: I just have to fool you...

Agent Powers took a step back, looking to the teen with wide eyes. Dipper seemed fazed by this instantly, shaking his head. As he did Powers noticed his teeth going back to normal and his pupils growing larger, signifying a return to reality.

Powers: ....What... are you?

Dipper chuckled slightly at this question. It wasn't a demonic, crazed chuckle like before. It was more of a sympathetic chuckle, almost as if he was trying to lighten the mood as well.

Dipper: I'm just a kid with a lot of secrets.

Powers seemed to perk up at this statement. Secrets? He looked to the prisoner. His arms were bound by pure titanium. His feet were dangling off the floor. The worst he could do was squirm a little. There was no way he could do him any harm with so many physical restrictions. Powers hesitated for a moment, taking a small step closed to Dipper.

Powers: What kind of secrets?

Dipper's face seemed to morph at that point. He didn't have a sympathetic face anymore. His eyes squinted at Powers, a long grin spread across his face. Almost as to say "gotcha."

Dipper: Come closer, if you dare.

Powers was taken back by this. What could he possibly want him to get closer for? Powers seemed to walk backwards at that point, turning around as he got closer to the door, putting his hand on the door handle.

Dipper: Wow. Foolish and a chicken, are we?

Powers turned around, facing the direction of Dipper once more.

Powers: I beg your pardon?

He looked at Dipper, no longer afraid of him. He was more confused than afraid now. Dipper shook his head in disapproval, making the agent feel foolish.

Dipper: Tsk, tsk, tsk. Have you learned nothing?

Powers was silent. What was he talking about?

Dipper: Oh. That's right. You haven't. Or, more so, you just don't remember...

Dipper stared at the man for a moment, waiting for a response.

Powers: Remember? Remember what?!

Dipper: Look at my face... Look into my eyes and tell me you don't know who I am...

Powers took in a deep breath, taking one long step closer to him, getting a better look at the boy. Messy brown hair, brown eyes, pink nose. He looked so simple. So unoriginal. So... familiar.

Dipper: Can't remember? Too bad. I remember you. How long has it been? 5 years? About 5, I believe.

Powers: WHAT- *Cough* what do you mean... demon...

Powers made sure to whisper the last part in hopes that the boy wouldn't take offence to the statement. If he did, he might not tell him what he was talking about. Dipper just laughed though, obviously amused by the man.

Dipper: Ha! Look at you! You're so hopelessly confused you can't even stay calm anymore! You're hilarious!

Dipper continued to laugh. Not a demonically evil laugh. Just a regular teen boy laugh. That's what bothered Powers the most. He didn't sound sadistic. He sounded like he was genuinely breaking down laughing.... Laughing at him.

Powers: You know what?! I'M DONE PLAYING GAMES!!!!

Powers lunged forward, giving Dipper a strong right hook to the jaw, then grabbing him by the T-shirt to make him look into his eyes.

Powers: What aren't you telling me, you demonic, insufferable, teen demon ninja freak OR WHATEVER THE HELL YOU ARE!!!

The room was once more filled with silence, leaving Powers in a frozen position. The air Dipper breathed out blew coldly against Powers' face, making him temped to push away from the teen. But he didn't. He stood there, once more waiting for an answer. Then, Dipper spoke. Or, more so, he laughed. He was laughing hysterically. Like he was listening to the Kevin Hart soundtrack or something. He was losing it. His sanity was going. Powers furrowed his eyebrows, becoming furious with this teen.

Powers: WHAT'S SO FUNNY?!

Powers shook Dipper's shirt, making him look at the agent through his dark brown bangs.

Dipper: ..... You got closer.

With that, Dipper pulled at the chains, making them snap instantly. With one swift movement, like 2 symbols crashing against each other in a marching band, he brought the pure titanium chains against the sides of Agent Powers head, knocking him out. Dipper knelt on the floor for a moment, still feeling slight tingles from the sudden contact with the ground. As he stood, wobbling once or twice, he looked down at the unconscious man. A slight 'pff' could be heard escaping his lips.

Dipper: Too easy.

Just as he said that, there was a blaring siren fill the room. Red lights began to flash, obviously signifying some sort of an error. Dipper turned his head to the entrance of his cell, hearing dozens of footsteps getting closer and closer.

Dipper: Well, sounds like a little welcome party coming to great me, doesn't it?

Dipper shoved his left hand into his back pocket, using his right hand to run it through his hair. As the footsteps got only an inch from the door, he plastered a charming smile onto his face. Dipper looked to the door, seeing a large group of men with fire arms pointing directly at him.

Man: Prisoner #618-PJF! You have been cornered. Any sudden movements and we will shoot. Just give up now.

Dipper was silent for a moment, almost looking surprised. Then, he gave a stern look, showing he meant business.

Dipper: ...What will you do to me if you end up not shooting me?

Man: Don't worry. We have a nice and cozy padded room for you all ready to go.

Dipper's eyes narrowed, showing a form of hatred for that man already.

Dipper: Sorry. I don't do strait jackets.

With that, the room was quickly filled with the sound of gunshots. The cell seemed to cloud up, dust and gun powder contaminating the air. But, just as quickly as the gunshots started, they were stopped.

Man: HAULT!!! HAULT!!!

The man franticly waved his hands through the air, trying his best to get the men's attention. As the gunshots stopped, the clouds seemed to disappear. The man's eyes widened.

Man: WHERE IS HE?!?!

Just as he said that, there was a sudden 'click.' He turned his head around, seeing none other than Dipper Pines on the other side of the bars. He had snuck out through the smoke and locked the cell door behind him.

Dipper: You're not too bright, are you? I feel sorry for this country. Makes me wonder how we've lasted this long.

The man grunted in anger at his remark, pointing in Dipper's direction.

Man: MEN! FIRE!!!

Once he said that, he expected the hail of bullets to continue. His ears perked up in surprise though, hearing nothing but the empty clicks of the army men's triggers.

Dipper: I guess they wasted all of their ammo on trying to kill me already, didn't they?

Just as he said that, he reached for his shoulder, causing him to hiss in slight pain. When his hand moved away from his shoulder, the man could make out a blotch of blood on Dipper's palm where he had rubbed his shoulder.

Man: If I get out of this cell, which I will, I promise I'll give you more than just a flesh wound on your shoulder.

Dipper: Now there's a good reason to keep you guys in that cell. I think you guys need a time out.

Once he said that, he left the room that held his cell, humming a soft tune that sounded like he was saying 'gingerbread man.'

Dipper: I'm coming... My gingerbread woman.

..........

Pacifica laid on her bed, completely destroyed by the news she had just received.

Pacifica: Dipper...

She sighed, not wanting to believe it. But, deep down, she knew it was true. It had to be. If it wasn't true, Dipper would have come to visit her already.

Pacifica: *Grown* what am I gonna do?

Voice: I have a plan...

Pacifica shot up from her bed, not even knowing someone else was with her. She looked around, not seeing anyone.

Pacifica: ...I'm losing my mind.

Pacifica sighed, laying back down on her bed, nuzzling her face into her hot pink pillow.

Voice: You're not the only one losing their mind...

Pacifica: *Grown* Go away... I don't wanna go crazy...

Voice: Well, wouldn't you be crazier if you responded to that voice?

Pacifica stayed silent, trying to keep from going completely insane.

Voice: You know I know you, right?

Pacifica: You're in my head. Of course you know who I am...

Pacifica turned on her side, trying to prove her theory, only to see someone sitting in the dark corner of her room.

Pacifica: OH MY GOD...

Pacifica jumped, rolling off the side of her bed in surprise, farther away from the intruder. Pacifica shook, slowly poking her head up from the opposite side of her bed, only to be met with the face of the intruder laying on her bed. It was a girl. Brown hair, a black baggy sweater with 'the neighborhood' sloppily stitched onto it, a satchel, black skinny jeans, and a pair of goggles over her eyes with black lenses.

Pacifica: AH!

Pacifica scooted back, racking her brain on how she was going to get out of the room, away from this person.

Voice: I don't think we've properly met, have we?

Pacifica shook her head slightly, not understanding anything that was happening.

Voice: Hi! I'm Splatteara Inkina Jettil. But you can call me Ink for short.

She shot out her hand to Pacifica, a toothy smile plastered on her face, waiting for her to shake it. Pacifica stayed stiff though, not understanding why this person was even in her room. She scooted farther back into her corner, refusing to get near her. Ink's eyes narrowed in dismay, giving out a slight 'humph' of disapproval.

Ink: Fine, be that way. Anyways, we should probably get going.

With that said, Ink lifted up her black-lensed goggles, revealing her bright hazel eyes. The goggles were propped on the top of her head, making her look steam-punkish.

Pacifica: G-go? Where?

Ink slapped the temple of her head in realization, seeing how confused she looked.

Ink: Oh! Of course! You know who I am, but you don't know 'who' I am. Let me explain.

Ink pointed to herself with her thumb, a proud grin plastered on her face.

Ink: I am a time traveler extraordinaire!

Pacifica: A what?

Ink: Well, I'm actually a time traveler trainee, but I'm getting there. Your boyfriend and his sister may know my dad, Blenden? After he got nice hair, he was irresistible! And, well, boom! That's when I came into the world! I... kinda owe it to them for even being alive.

Pacifica: So... Why are you here?

Ink: D-did I S-stu-stutter? *Clears throat* sorry. I get that from my dad's side. I'm a time traveler trainee. It's my job to fix time anomalies.

Pacifica: What anomalies? And, if you're just a trainee, why isn't your dad doing it?

Ink: Well... He doesn't exactly know I'm here.

Pacifica: I feel that.

Ink: Yah. I know. My dad doesn't think I can handle time traveling and stuff like that. He thinks this is 't-too b-b-ig a mi-ssion f-for a little g-girl.' I mean, seriously?! I can handle this on my own.

Pacifica: Wait, earlier you said time anomalies. What's changed in history?

Ink seemed surprised by this question, looking at her like she was an idiot.

Ink: Dipper. He's outside of the course of time. In short, he's screwing with the future. That's why I need your help. He wouldn't listen to me. He doesn't particularly like my father. Even if he and his sister spared his life. He'd listen to you. All you have to do is convince him to come back to the shack.

Pacifica: Come back to the shack? That's it? What happens if he doesn't?

Ink: Well, if I'm correct, he should have just escaped from the prison.

Pacifica: Really? Already?

Ink: Yes. But, if you don't get him home soon, he'll die of hypothermia and blood loss.

Pacifica: WHAT?!

Ink waved her hands up and down, almost as a way to fan Pacifica's heated attitude.

Ink: Call down princess peach. We just gotta get him back home.

Pacifica: How?! Where is he?!

Ink smiled mischievously at her, grabbing her by the wrist.

Ink: I'll show you.

With that, she raced to the window, opening it to reveal the night sky.

Pacifica: What are you doing?!

Pacifica tried to claw away from her grip, only to have her tighten it from her attempts.

Ink: We're going to find your boyfriend!

Just as she said that, Ink lunged out the window, poor Pacifica trailing behind her. Pacifica screamed, feeling the light weight of gravity pull her down. Ink just smiled though, reaching into her satchel. She pulled out a tape measurer, pulling at the medal line until it said "300 B.C."

Ink: HANG ON!!!!

With that, she pressed the back bottom. Pacifica let out a gasp, seeing that she had stopped falling. She looked down, seeing she was now flying.... ON A PTERIDACTYL?!?!?!

Pacifica: What the heck?!

Ink: Don't worry! We're still in Gravity Falls... Give or take a few million years. This baby's gonna fly us all the way to Dipper. Once we get there, we just zap back to present time where he should be.

Pacifica: Do you know how to fly a pterodactyl?!

Ink: No. I wasn't born lucky enough. Don't worry though, I'm sure this ride'll be as smooth as butter once I get the hang of it.

With that said, the pterodactyl let out a shrilled shriek, seeing the intruders on his back. He began to fly more vigorously, knocking them from side to side.

Pacifica: Is this safe?!

Ink: NO!!!!!

Just as she said that, the dinosaur gave one big flap, flipping upside down, knocking the girls off.

Pacifica: OH MY GOD!!!

Ink: OH MY TIME BABY!!!

Ink grabbed onto Pacifica's sleeve once more, rapidly fumbling with the time traveling device.

Ink: I have an idea!

She pulled the tape measurer once more, this time showing 1608. Light engulfed the world for a second, only to have the girls met with some sort of fabric underneath them. They looked ahead of them, only to see a man on a horse. They were on a wagon.

Pacifica: Are we... on the Oregon Trail?

Ink nodded shyly, still stunned by their near-death experience.

Ink: W-w-w-w- we sh-h-ould be- th-th-ere in a c-ouple of ho-urs.....

Pacifica: Cool..... You sure do stutter a lot.

Ink took in a deep breath, trying to calm down.

Ink: It's only when I'm not thinking straight. You should hear my dad. It took forever for me to stop stuttering as much as he did when I was a kid.

Pacifica: K. so, how many hours?

Ink: About 4. Don't worry.

Pacifica: ... Why aren't we just time traveling past the 4 hours?

Ink: If we do, we'll still be in the same spot. More time will have just passed. Besides, I wanna get to know my God father's girlfriend.

Pacifica: God father?

Ink: I told you... I owe it to them for even existing.

~2 hours later~

Pacifica sat on the roof of the wagon, starring up at the stars. Without electricity, the night sky was so much more visible. She looked down at Ink, drooling as she slept comfortably, her head laying on top of Pacifica's lap. How old was she? 14? Pacifica sighed, brushing away the hair that covered Ink's face. In a way, she had run away from home. Just like her. Pacifica looked up at the sky once again, seeing the big dipper light up the sky proudly.

Pacifica: Ha... idiot. You really think you can light up the sky all by yourself, don't you?

Ink began to stir, opening her brown eyes to look up at her.

Ink: *Yawn* Pacifica?

Ink began to rub her right eye, feeling a little drowsy.

Pacifica: Hey Ink. Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I was just-

Ink: Thinking about Dipper? I know. I was too.

Pacifica: You were?

Ink: Yah. I never really met him. But I've seen him. He seems nice.

Pacifica: Yah... He is.

Ink: You really love him, don't you?

Ink smiled up at Pacifica, wanting to hear all about their relationship. Pacifica gave a slight chuckle, thinking fondly about him as she blushed lightly.

Pacifica: ....You should get some rest...

Ink: O.k.

There was silence for a moment, only for Ink to speak once more.

Ink: So, if Dipper's my God father, I guess that kind of makes you my mom, huh?

Ink tilted her head as she looked up at Pacifica once more, looking curiously at Pacifica before closing her eyes once more. Pacifica didn't say anything after that. She just looked down at Ink, surprise visible on her face.

Pacifica: ....Mom...

~2 hours later~

Ink: Pacifica...

Pacifica groaned, opening her blue eyes to look up at the girl.

Pacifica: What? It's still night time...

Ink furrowed her eyebrows, poking her in the face.

Ink: Come on princess peach. You gotta get up to save your boyfriend, remember?

Pacifica suddenly shot up. Morning amnesia.

Pacifica: OH MY GOD!!!

Pacifica jumped off the top of the wagon, Ink quickly following behind.

Pacifica: WHERE'S THE SPOT?!?! WHERE'S THE SPOT?!?!?

Ink: Chill out. It's right here. We're standing on it.

Pacifica looked around, seeing a large bolder and a bunch of trees around her.

Pacifica: You're sure?

Ink: Only one way to find out.

Once she said that, she reached into her satchel, pulling out the tape measurer. She took in a deep breath, holding it in her hand.

Ink: Ready?

Ink smiled nervously, giving her hand out to Pacifica to take it. And, for the first time, she did. Ink beamed for a moment, only to look back at the tape measurer and frown.

Ink: Well... Let's go...

....

Dipper stumbled in the forest, the rain blurring his vision, as he tried franticly to stop the blood flow from his arm.

Dipper: Jesus Christ...

Dipper held his shoulder, biting his lip as he tried to regain his body temperature. His breath was visible as he heaved a heavy sigh.

Dipper: W-who would have th-though... I'd die from hypothermia? Th-thought it'd be more adventure than... this....

With that, Dipper knelt to the ground, soon face planting into the dirt. He sighed, letting out one more breath before he was officially a human Popsicle. His vision began to darken, spots dancing around his sight, a faint voice calling for him. 'Must be calling me home...' he thought, not bothering to answer to the voice. As the voice got louder, he confirmed that the voice was calling for him.

Voice: Dipper! Dipper!

Dipper opened his eye, tilting his head to see a girl in front of his face. He was too tired to answer or ask any questions though.

Girl: I found him!

Who was she calling for? He looked at the girl, seeing a black sweeter hang around her thin body. 'Just like Mabel...' he thought to himself. The girl bent down, cradling his head in her arms.

Girl: PACIFICA!!!!

Dipper's eyes seemed to widen for a moment, hearing his love's name. In his vision, he saw a girl. Blond hair, blue eyes, clothes all dirty. He knew exactly who it was.

Dipper: P-acif-ica.....

Dipper's eyes closed, his life flashing before his eyes.

Pacifica: Idiot... You're not dying yet... HANG IN THERE!

.....please....

~3 days later~

Dipper's head shot up from bed, sweating as if he was wearing a sweater in the summer. In fact, he was wearing a sweater.

Dipper: What- happened?

Dipper looked down at himself, seeing he was wearing a sweater that said 'the neighborhood.' What happened before he went to sleep? He turned his head, scanning the area. He was in... his room? Dipper turned to the side of the bed, his feet touching the surface of the ground. He was about to stand up, only to be met with a searing pain. He hissed, not understanding the sudden burn on his right shoulder. He reached for it, feeling bandages cover it. Then, everything came flashing back. The girl. Pacifica. Gunshots. Prison. Agent Powers. He could recall everything. He let out a sigh, shaking his head as he looked down at the floor.

Dipper: ...I'm a mess...

Dipper was about to lay back down, only to hear a shriek come from down stairs and a fire alarm. Dipper instantly stood up, ignoring the pain that seemed to burn through his nervous system. He made his way down the steps, instantly smelling smoke. Sparing no time, he dashed to the couch, looking under it to see where Stan would stash the fire extinguisher in case someone tried to 'steal' it. With the fire extinguisher in his hand, he dashed to the kitchen, black smoke clogging the room. A few coughs could be heard. But it was too foggy to be able to tell exactly who they belonged to. He pulled at the trigger of the fire extinguisher, being met with a strong force of white cream spattering everywhere. Once he did that, he heard a couple of screams in surprise. It took a few moments, the fog soon clearing up, before he saw Pacifica and Mabel holding what looked like a turkey covered in fire extinguish.

Mabel: DIPPER!!!!

Mabel let go of the turkey, causing Pacifica to fumble with it to keep it from shattering to the floor. Mabel jumped into Dipper's arms, hugging him tighten than she had ever done before. She looked up to him, cupping his face in her hands, tears streaming down her face.

Mabel: Ford said you'd be o.k. but-

Mabel stopped herself, putting her hand to her mouth as she tried not to get too emotional. As her head lowered, she was met with a warm embrace.

Dipper: I missed you too, Mabel.

Mabel let out a shaky sigh, letting her shoulders relax as they were being wrapped up by her brother's hug. Sadly, this beautiful moment did not go uninterrupted.

Pacifica: Mabel, I understand this is a very... emotional time for you. But, May I please have a word with Dipper? Alone?

Mabel and Dipper soon broke the hug, looking to Pacifica with unhappy eyes.

Mabel: S-sure. Just- Don't go doing something you might regret. K?

Dipper smiled, giving her a reassuring nod. Mabel smiled back, slowly leaving the room to the two of them. The second she was gone, Pacifica blew up.

Pacifica: What. Were you. THINKING?

Pacifica looked at Dipper, anger written all over her face.

Dipper: You're welcome.

Pacifica only seemed to growl at this in response.

Pacifica: Excuse me?! What do you mean 'you're welcome?!'

Dipper: Pacifica. What were you doing? You know you can't cook.

Dipper gestured to the burnt turkey, smoke and slight flames still visible.

Pacifica: Don't try and point this at me! You know why I was making a turkey?! Mabel said she had some 'feeling' you were gonna wake up! So she said 'let's make a big feast for my bro-bro when he wakes up!'

Dipper: You could have burned down the whole house, you know?

With that, Pacifica slammed the turkey to the ground, letting it shatter. Dipper kept a straight face though, not wanting to show her that he was worried. She took a giant step forward, looking straight into his eyes as she placed her finger on his shirt.

Pacifica: Yes. I could have burned this house down. And, If you didn't wake up, I would have let you burn with it too!

Dipper scoffed, not believing her death-threat.

Dipper: Please, you love me.

Pacifica: DIPPER! This is serious! You can't just mess with my head like this! What are you trying to do to me!? I don't know what to do with you anymore! The government is after you, Dipper! What do you expect to do about that?!

Dipper was silent, still showing no emotion. Pacifica had had it at that point. She wanted him to show something. Anything. Anything that could show her that he wasn't a robot.

Pacifica: YOU'RE CRAZY DIPPER!!! YOU'RE CRAZY! IF IT WASN'T FOR ME, YOU'D DIED OUT THERE FROM HYPOTHERMIA!!! A-AND I'M CRAZY FOR N-NOT LETTING YOU! I'm crazy for... Still loving you...

Pacifica cried, falling to the floor as she looked up at him.

Pacifica: Do you like... to see me in pain Dipper?

Dipper was surprised by this. He had never seen her do something this... emotional.

Pacifica: You've been right for so long. I am a link in the world's worst chain. I am just a dumb blond girl. I am selfish. When I did this for you, was I just trying to prove myself to you?

Dipper stayed silent, not knowing how to respond. How could he? His girlfriend was having a break down and he couldn't help but be the cause of it. He always seemed to be.

Pacifica: I must have been, because, just like every other time I try to prove myself to you, I fail.

She looked down at the floor, tears blurring her vision as she continued to sob. Her hands, cupped over her eyes, were suddenly removed. She looked up, seeing Dipper only for a moment, until he crashed his lips onto hers.

Dipper: Silly...

He kept his eyes closed, her wrists held up over her head as he pressed her up against the floor cabinets.

Dipper: I didn't mean to break my toy. I didn't mean to break... my Pacifica.

As he said that, he bit her lower lip, causing her to gasp. He slipped his tongue in, claiming her mouth as his own. Pacifica didn't try hard to gain control, for she wanted him to be the lead. She wanted him to know he owned her. He trailed off of her lips, only to continue on her neck.

Pacifica: Dipper.

Dipper muffled a pleasing moan, licking her nectarous skin dry. She gasped, not being able to stifle her pleasing sounds for long. He bit her neck, a shiver going down her spine. As his tongue made its way to her collarbone, he stopped. Pacifica groaned in annoyance.

Pacifica: What is it?

Pacifica crossed her arms, looking grumpily at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with him to hide her blush. Dipper saw this, smiling slightly. He got closer to her ear, nibbling it slightly before whispering something into her ear.

Dipper: What? We've gotten far closer than that before. Right?

Pacifica: DIPPER!

Pacifica shoved Dipper away playfully, giving out a small laugh.

Pacifica: Dipper? Why'd we... you know... Stop?

Voice: I think I know why.

With that, Ink walked into the room, propping herself in a corner of the kitchen room, starring mischievously at them.

Ink: If you guys are done 69ing, I'd like to introduce myself.

Dipper turned to face Pacifica with a questioning face. While Dipper's face was turned to Pacifica, she looked over his shoulder to see Ink giving Pacifica a thumbs up, smiling goofily. Pacifica blushed madly, knowing she'd probably seen the whole scene they had just made on the kitchen floor.

Ink: Hello Dipper Pines. My name is Splatteara Inkina Jettil. But you can just call me Ink. I'm your God Child.

Dipper: What? How?

Ink rolled her eyes, giving Dipper a disapproving look.

Ink: Blendin Blanden?

Dipper: Doesn't ring a bell.

Ink: He has nice hair.

Dipper: You're gonna have to be more specific.

Ink: He's a time traveler.

Dipper: I know a lot of time travelers.

Ink: *Sigh* Blar Blar?

Dipper: OH! Yah! Blar Blar! You're his daughter?

Ink: Yes! And his name is Blenden. Blenden Blanden.

Dipper: Yah. Yah. Whatever. In all honesty, even if you are my God child, I still hate your father. You know that, right?

Ink: Yah. That's why I asked Pacifica to come along. I thought if she came you'd be more likely to corroborate.

Dipper looked at Pacifica, a warm smile with sympathetic eyes on his face.

Ink: She really does love you, doesn't she?

Pacifica blushed even heavier, feeling Dipper put his arm around her waist and rest his chin on her shoulder.

Dipper: Yah. She loves me.

Pacifica: Whatever dork.

Dipper: Speaking of 'dork' why'd I wake up with this sweater on my? Even Mabel knows I like twenty one pilots more.

Ink: THE NEIGHBORHOOD IS AMAZING!!!

Ink looked at Dipper, a twisted face of anger and disgust.

Dipper: Oh. So this is your sweater?

Ink: Yah, you music hating freak. I put it on your popsicle-frozen ass because you were so cold. You're welcome.

Dipper smirked, instantly feeling grateful for having such a soft sweater to warm him.

Dipper: Thank you. That's very kind of you Ink.

With that, her expression instantly changed. She was no longer angry. She seemed more confused and guilty.

Ink: Well... Twenty one pilots has some cool songs too.

Dipper: Yah. Here. I think you like this sweater more than I do.

Dipper reached up, pulling the sweater off his torso, plopping in onto Ink's thin body. Ink frowned, seeing how much larger the sweater had gotten around her torso and shoulders.

Ink: Dipper?

Dipper: Yah Ink?

Ink: Do yourself a favor and stop going to the gym. You need to train? Go to a remote Island and train with wolverine.

~End of Chapter~

(A/N: 5439 word count. BOOM. Also, I hope you guys like Ink's OC character. I don't really know what she's like so I made her all child-like.)