Reverse Falls: Welcome to the Show

4] A Living Nightmare

Pacifica woke up twisted in her bedsheets. A loud gasp escaped her lips. She jumped when a bolt of lightning struck outside of a near window. She slowly crept out of her bed to pull the curtains closed. She didn't like the dark.

The dark.

Pacifica instantly remembered her dream.

Gideon Gleeful was her best friend back in her elementary school days. They had grown up together and never wanted to leave either ones side. All that had changed about 3 years ago when Pacifica's dad got a job offer that he couldn't refuse, so they had to move to a small town called Gravity Falls.

Pacifica and Gideon had written each other through email, text, and even hand-written letters. They kept it up for a while, but one day they just stopped. No explanation. It was as if they had simply erased themselves from each other's lives.

Until now.

Pacifica turned on her phone and scrolled through her contacts list. When her eyes scanned over his name, she couldn't seem to make herself press call.

An hour passed, maybe two.

Pacifica still stared at the name, her finger still wavered over the button. She finally pressed the button and quickly lifted the phone to her temple. She rested on her back again and stared at her bedroom ceiling. Glow in the dark star stickers stared back at her.

The phone stopped ringing.

Click.

"Hello?" a somewhat familiar voice asked.

Pacifica sat up with her legs crossed. She didn't know what to say at first, she just stared at her socks and twirled her long blonde hair with her finger.

"Um. . . Gideon?"

"Yeah?"

"It's. . . Pacifica. . ."

"SouthEast?"

"Yeah, I was just calling cause. . . you were in a dream I had. . ." Pacifica paused. For a few seconds she just listened to the soothing sound of Gideon's steady breathing. Her muscles finally relaxed. "I'm not sure why I'm telling you this. . . and it's in the middle of the night-"

"-no, it's okay."

Pacifica gnawed on her bottom lip when he cut her off.

"Go on."

She took a deep breath before continuing.

"It was dark and I was alone. It was like I was trapped in one of those. . . you know, those sensory deprivation tanks? Well, you appeared and told me you were in Oregon too and that everything was going to be okay, that we would get out of there."

Gideon's breathing slowed.

"Is everything okay?"

He swallowed loudly.

"Paz,"

Another long pause.

"I don't think that was dream."

. . . . . . . .

Dipper sat up in bed. His shirt stuck to his back like glue and his forehead was slick with sweat. His mattress creaked under his weight. Another creak sounded when he set a foot on the cold wooden floor.