Pacifica watched in awe, waiting for something, anything, to happen. Once the applause died down, the room was silent, waiting just as much as she was to hear what they had to say. Dipper looked to Mabel, a plane face visible on his glowing complexion. As his mouth opened, sucking in a sip of air, the crowd leaned forward in excitement, waiting to hear what he had to say. Just as he did it, Mabel did the same, opening her mouth to speak. And, at the same time, they raised there corresponding hands in the air, white doves flying from behind them. "Welcome to the tent of telepathy!" They said in unison, earning a burst of applause once more. Gideon rolled his eyes, obviously bored by the show. "Are we going to see some magic or are they just on stage for applause?" Gideon asked, crossing his arms in skepticism. Pacifica looked at him for a second, squinted eyes, only to turn back in excitement. "Thank you! Thank you! It's such a joy to have so many patient and loving fans!" Mabel said, looking at the crowd. "But, I suppose, we aren't up here just for applause." Dipper stated, looking straight at Gideon. Everyone turned their heads, giggling and whispering about him, making Gideon flush with embarrassment. He hadn't been aware that everyone was able to hear what he had said. Especially the twins.

"To begin the act, we'll need a volunteer." Dipper stated, taking a step into the spotlight and looking for any raised hands. "Yes. Someone optimistic. Someone brave. Someone..." Mabel stated, pointing around the room to find the perfect person for it. The twins scanned the room, seeing nothing but an ocean of hands bobbing up and down in utmost excitement, trying to become visible to them. Dipper squinted his eyes, looking to the very back where that skeptical chubby kid sat, only to hear a familiar voice. Not too familiar, but familiar enough for him to be able to pick it out. He looked at the owner of the voice, seeing none other than a girl. Bleach blond hair, pony tail, raggedy jacket dripping with pink and sparkles, rainbow colored braces, and bright blue eyes. A mischievous smile grew on his face, looking at the girl as she strained to receive some attention, only for the hand to lower to her side in defeat. "Oh, forget it. He probably can't even see me, nonetheless remember me." Pacifica said, sighing in defeat. "You..." Dipper's cold voice echoed through the room, sending chills down Pacifica's spine. Pacifica spun around on her heels, only to be met face to face with Dipper. She realized she was no longer at the very back of the room, but on the stage.

She gasped, not remembering even walking in his direction, looking into his... blue eyes? "W-what? How did I-"She was cut off, only to turn around and be met with a crowd of people cheering in amazement and surprise. She took a step back, racking her brain with information that could help her figure this out. Nothing. She was completely confused. She looked at Dipper, realizing he was holder her hand, a slight smirk plastered on his face as he gave her a side glance. Pacifica blushed, snapping her hand away from his the second she realized what had happened. Dipper's smirk instantly turned into a plane face again, making Pacifica feel bad. She then turned her head to Mabel, seeing her toothy grin. But, when she looked closer, she realized how unhappy she looked. Not like she was sad or lonely. More like she was burning with anger and hatred. "Well..." Mabel started through gritted teeth. "Give it up for Pacifica..." She said, a twitch in her right eye as she looked at her. Pacifica's ears perked up, turning her head in Mabel's direction. Pacifica had never told Mabel her name. Never ever in her life! "To begin this act, I'd like to ask the... lovely Pacifica to step into the box of mystery." She said, trying to pull a happy face, only to come off as insane. The crowd didn't seem to notice though, letting out an 'Ooo' in amazement.

Dipper gave her his hand, leading her to a box in the center of the room. Pacifica got inside, a questioning look on her face. As Dipper looked at her one last time, about to close the box door, he gave her a sympathetic look. "Sorry about this..." Dipper whispered to her, making her eyes widen in fear. What did he mean sorry? She gulped, hearing Mabel's muffled voice on the other side of the box. "People. If you appear to be over the age of 50 or have a weak heart, I suggest you leave immediately." Mabel's voice said, echoing through the room with a dark aura. Pacifica put her hands on the box walls, feeling as if they were closing in on her. She began to hyperventilate, only to be met with a sharp pain in her right side. She looked down, only to let out a shriek of agony to see a sword go straight through her torso. She grabbed at the sword, wanting so badly to just pull it out. But, she quickly realized, every time she even touched the sword, her stomach appeared to burn with pain. She pushed against the door, only to be met with the clanging on chains rubbing against each other. They had chained the box shut.

She pressed her palms against the door of the box in defeat, only to have several other swords burst through the entrance of it. Her neck, stuffed with swords, letting her dangle as her legs went weak and her soul left her body. The door of the box opened, making many gasp and scream in disgust and fear. The twins smirked though, rolling their eyes at what seemed like an over-reaction. The twins closed the door of the box, about to speak, only to be met with the voice of a sobbing child. "Pacifica!!!" Said the voice. A chubby boy waddled up to the stage of the magicians, banging his fists on the wooded floors. "You- you MONSTERS!" He said. He tried his best to crawl up the stage without using the steps, only to fall flat on his butt. He groaned, tears rolling down his cheeks. Mabel, surprised by his response, flouted off the stage, meeting Gideon's eye level. She took his head, his chin resting in her palm, making him look up. "You really need to watch the rest of the show." She said with a cool voice. She stood up, giving her hand to him with a sweet smile. Gideon narrowed his eyes at her though, not wanting to so much as touch her. He stood up from his fallen position, his chubby hands balled up in anguish.

"I don't see why I'd watch a show about murderers." Gideon spat, making Dipper's face morph. He no longer had an emotionless look on his face. He had a hurt look. He looked down at his hand, seeing a sword clenched in his fist, only to look back up at the crowd, journal number 3 held up to his face. Gideon's eyes widened. He had never seen the 3rd journal in his life. He had wanted nothing more than to get a glimpse of it, and he would have sold his soul just to look at it. And, it so happened, all he had to do was pay an entrance fee of 5 dollars. The room went silent at this action, holding their breaths to see the outcome. "مع قوة هذه المجلة" Dipper started, reading the words on the page. His eyes began to glow blue, pebbles and dirt beginning to vibrate off of the ground, lifting into the sky. The lights in the room flickered on and off, making people huddle together in safety. Gideon looked to Pacifica's unmoving form, seeing it begin to levitate in the air. Her body, floating just above Dipper's head, began to glow where her wounds where. The cuts and scars on her neck, instantly poofing away to reveal her soft skin repaired. The room grew louder, Pacifica's body still floating in the air, as Dipper continued. "ترجع الروح إلى هذا المجال" Dipper finally said.

With that, Pacifica's eyes let out a burst of light, blinding everyone. Pacifica gave a gasp of air, opening her eyes as she clenched her throat to reassure herself of life. She looked down...only to see everyone looking up? The second she realized this, she began to fall. "Ah!" She said, realizing how close she was to hitting the ground. But it never came. Her squinted shut eyes peeked open, revealing a certain handsome devil holding her in his arms. The room burst into applause and amazing screams of praise. "Give it up for Pacifica people!" Mabel said, pointing to Pacifica's figure, still squished up against Dipper's slightly toned form. Dipper, with Pacifica still in his arms, bent his head down, his breath against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He inched his mouth towards her ears, giving her arms a weak feeling. He sighed into her ear, resting his head up against hers as he leaned up into her ear. "I'm so... so... Sorry."