Sparks Make Fire (Dipcifica Fan-Fiction, #Wattys2016, #ThinkFiction)

Chapter Six - Dipper?

Dipper's POV -

I was laying on my bed reading some wattpad stuff (more specifically fan fictions about myself), and was reading Kiss it all Better by Wendy_the_demon_, which i had been OBSESSED with reading over the last few hours. I really liked her style of writing and the plot of the book. I had got to about half way through the last chapter when I was grabbed, a hand clasping over my mouth, and dragged out of the shack. A hand pushed a pressure point on my shoulder as i struggled, causing me to pass out.

[TimeSkip brought to you by SVTFOE]

Something hit my head. I attempted to reach to caress it, but my hands would not move. I heard maniacal female laughter. I looked up and saw...

"Mabel?"

She laughed again. The girl in front of me looked identical to Mabel, only with different clothes. She was wearing a blue dress, blue leggings and a blue cape, clasped around her with a blue gem.
"I'm not your precious sister. I am Reverse Shooting Star! Or, Reverse Mabel, as you earth turd (comment if you got my SVTFOE reference there) would call me." She told me, a devious smirk on her smug little face.
"This was what Bill meant..." I whispered to myself in realisation. "Where's Reverse Dipper?!"
"Maybe with your little friend." She hissed, smiling demonically.
"Pacifica... LET ME GO, REVERSE MABEL!" I yelled at her, straining to get my hands free from the chains they were bound by. RM (We will call her RM, for reverse Mabel, and Reverse Dipper RD, for Reverse Dipper) simply cackled and strutted out. I struggled and struggled, until I was simply too tired to do anything more. My eyes watered, my vision blurred, and I faded into a dark sleep, my only thought, of Pacifica.

Pacifica's POV -

I woke up, in my fluffy comfortable white bed. The furry sheets felt so soft against me, and I snuggled into them, my head sinking into my plump duck feather pillow. I smiled, sighed, and my eyes gently fluttered shut. Suddenly, I got a text from my chat group.

DipStickMysterySolver: Hey, Pazzy, U wanna hang in lyk 5 min?

I quickly text back:

PazPazPacifica: Ya sure, where?

DipStickMysterySolver: Meet meh @ the mystery fair.

PazPazPacifica: You got it. Ttylxox xxx

I put my phone down on my desk, and reluctantly heave myself out of my bed, and trudge over to my vanity, where I had laid out an outfit a day before. I picked it up, and studied it, before tearing the long sleeves off, and putting it on. I looked so good. I loved my leather jacket more than life itself. I hugged it to my skin. The cold fabric chilled me, in my hot bedroom. It was terribly hot, so I opened my window a bit, and breathed in the fresh crisp air of the Falls.

I pulled on my leather knee-high boots, tucking my jeggings into them nicely. I brushed my hair a little, and then set it into a pretty, messy, high crown bun. Perfect little hairs sprouted out from everywhere that seemed to be nice, and, best of all, it looked like I hadn't just rolled out of bed and pulled all of this off in four minutes flat. Yes, I was ready. I quickly whipped on a thin coat of red lipstick, grabbed my phone, and ran out of the Manor.

I had gotten to the mystery fair, but i was five minutes late, yet that was only due my poor navigational skills of these damned woods! I arrived, only to see a smirking Dipper leaning up against a ticket booth. His pearly white teeth seemed demonically perfect... but maybe that's just me. His usually Brown eyes glowed a faint seafoam green, and his face seemed more chiseled, and well constructed. I swear, he gets cuter every time I see him. Yet, he had been acting strange lately... I wonder what's gotten into him. My Dipper is becoming more cool, casual, hunky and cheeky than the geeky, nerdy, clumsy, adorable Dipper I know and love. Perhaps he is going through a phase or something. I don't know. I'll love him no matter what phase he is experiencing. Unless he cheats on me, in which case I will have to have him executed...

Nevertheless, I pushed these thoughts out of my head as my mouth snaked into a natural smile, and I ran and greeted Dipper, by hugging him.
"Well, h-hello to you too, Pacifica!" He stuttered, obviously blushing hard. He was so cute when he stuttered. I giggled a little, picturing his little face in the current circumstances. I let go of him, and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"Lets go play some games!" I suggested, looking at the vast array of attractions. It astounded me that a cheapskate like Stan would even hold a fair. Sure, he'd make a few bucks, but he would have had to spend quite a few too...

We ran over to the ring toss - which I rule at, by the way - and Dipper handed the man at the stall some money. The man gave us three brightly coloured rings each to throw at the sea of bottles before us. I aimed, and threw, and it landed perfectly on a bottle. I smirked proudly, gesturing for Dipper to throw. He concentrated. He aimed. He threw...! And.....

missed.

"Oh, come on Dippy! MangoCat409 is SO much better than you at this!" I offered, attempting and failing sorely to show some encouragement. I closed my eyes, threw, opened them.... it had landed on one. Perfect throw, in fact.
"It's not my fault that I'm not little miss queen of the fair games here!" He laughed, throwing - of course, missing dearly. We both had one last blue hoop left. Just for the fun of it, and to show how easy this is, I turned around, threw it backwards, and it landed fantastically.
"You need to learn how to throw, mister!" I told him, giggling.
"Alright. I betcha ten bucks I'll get this on." He betted. He aimed, he threw, he.... SCORED!
"Way to go Dipper!" I yelled, smiling wildly.
"Pick a prize." The man who had been running the stall told us. I shook my head.
"Oh no, sir. You keep the prize. Children need it more than a tween like me does." I said charitably. Dipper nodded, and we started walking away, towards the candyfloss cart.
"You owe me ten bucks, CifCif." Dipper told me, smirking proudly.
"Yeah Yeah, Master thrower." I dismissed, smiling.