I'm into Insomniacs (discontinued)

Gremloblin Grumps

Dipper and Pacifica sped through the forest, hand in hand, sprinting across the land like they were jumping hurdles. Dipper made sure to keep his eyes open for any obstacles up ahead. Fallen trees, rocks, gnomes. He kept his eyes out for all of it. But what he should have been looking out for was Pacifica. "WAIT!!!" She shrieked, planting her feet to the ground, causing a slight dent in the dirt. Dipper spun around in fear, hearing the monster get closer and closer, facing Pacifica. "Southeast! What. Is. It?!" He asked, trying to be as quick as possible. Pacifica looked him in the eyes, putting her hands on his shoulders, pulling his body closer to hers, making him blush. "Dipper! Real talk! How do we know that thing's trying to kill us?" She asked him, wiggling her eyebrow. "Are you insane?!" He asked her, pushing her away from his face in anger. "Come on! We've got to get out of here! NOW!" He said to her, trying to be as quick as possible. "Dipper!" She began. "Southeast! It's hard enough to have to drag a mace around this blasted forest. I'm not going to start dragging you around as well!" He argued. Pacifica didn't budge though, hearing the monster get closer and closer. "Fine! Run off like a big baby if you want too. But I'm sticking around. We don't even know what it wants from us." She protested, turning in the direction of the monster, who had finally caught up to them. Fear suddenly overcame her, realizing that this night not have been a good idea. Nonetheless, she wasn't going to let Dipper know she thought he was right. "Hi there! I-I'm Pac-" And that was all she could say, before the Gremloblin bent down to her level, letting out the deepest, most horrifying roar ever heard by human ears. Pacifica didn't move though, her legs numbed from total fear. She looked into its eyes. A glowing aura filling its pupils.

"SOUTHEAST! YOU IDIOT!" He shouted, grabbing Pacifica by the waste, pulling her out of sight of the monster. He picked her up, carrying her bridle style, the mace tucked under his left arm. Pacifica shook her head once she was out of view of the beast, coming back to her senses. "W-What happened?" She asked, looking up to Dipper for a response. He didn't though. He tightened his grip around her body, making sure she was being held properly, causing her to squish up against his body. Butterflies fluttered through her stomach, looking up at the rugged looking Dipper, holding her as they bolted away from the beast. Then, Dipper stopped, quickly sliding behind a tree like he was playing baseball. He heaved a sigh of relief, watching the monster rush past them, letting go of Pacifica tiredly. "D-do y-y-you still think it wa-nted to be out friend... or something?" Dipper asked, completely out of breath. Pacifica blushed once more, embarrassed by her actions. Of course it was trying to attack them. How could she be so stupid? She wasn't thinking straight. With her stuffed dolphin, president porpoise, missing and Dipper's hot pose, leaning up against the tree, she couldn't really concentrate on anything for long without her mind reverting back to either thought. She sighed, giving him a shake of the head in shame. Dipper smirked, seeing how she admitted to him being right. He loved being right. But then, why did he feel so... bad about being right? Seeing Pacifica so upset... It was odd. Unnatural even.

"Southeast... I-"He began, only for his ears to perk up. He poked his head up from behind the tree, only to see the Gremloblin sitting on his own... laughing? Dipper put on a questioning look, not sure what the monster was doing, being the fact that it's back was facing him. So, Dipper did something incredibly stupid. Something even he had to admit was dumb. He took a small rock, and he threw it at the beast, causing it to stop laughing, and turn around in anger. Dipper ducked behind the tree once more, lucky to have done it just before the monster saw him. As dipper peeked his head up from behind the tree once more, this time much more carefully, he saw something in the creature's hand. It looked like... a ball of cotton swirled in blue yarn with a bowtie. "Southeast... What... is that?" Dipper asked, whispering as quietly as he could. Pacifica popped her head up, looking straight at the messy ball of yarn in the hands of the Gremloblin. Her eyes widened, seeing that, under the mess of cotton, was a bowtie sloppily clinging to the material. When the string of her dolphin had gotten snagged on by the twig, it must have started unraveling. That ball of yarn was no ball of yarn. That was president Porpoise! Pacifica let out a small gasp, cupping her hands over her mouth as she ducked down in disbelief, facing Dipper. "What? What is it Paz?" Dipper asked, using a nickname in substitute for her real name. He refused to call her 'Pacifica.'