I'm into Insomniacs (discontinued)

Leaks

~Pacifica's P.O.V.~

I had lost him. I swear to God, I had lost him, and it was the most traumatizing thing I had ever felt in my life. "Dipper?!" I had searched for who knows how long, and not even a trace of his presence was found. For a moment, I was scared that I'd forget what he looked like and his memory would be whipped from my mind completely; Like he had never existed in the first place. He just seemed to vanish without a sound and I couldn't even do so much as remember what he had worn last. I had to call the police. I had to file some kind of "missing person" poster or something. Maybe get in touch with some of the towns-folk and round up a search party. Maybe-

"Dipper!?" Far-off in the distance, a muffled whisper in the wind, came the same cry I had presented earlier. A feminine voice, strained with distress and worry, yet also accompanied by a hint of annoyance. "Where are you?!" Again, the voice called out to him, and for a moment, I reached my hand up towards my jaw to make sure my mouth was closed. Had I said that? No. The voice was too far away and sounded nothing like me. This voice was far more matured, though it was apparent that this was a child. Maybe around the same age as I was. For some reason, it brought me great hope, knowing that someone else was also looking for him. Someone else knew he was missing and maybe they had seen him before disappearing.

Without thinking, I raced through the streets, keeping my ears attuned and ready to pick up any more indications of this person's where-about. I was gonna find them and we were gonna team up together. Whoever they were, we were gonna find him together: Tonight. "Hellooooo!" I called out to the empty streets, hoping to lure them towards me. With luck, they'd respond and their position would be easier to track down. However, after I had called out to them, the calls seemed to abruptly stop. I couldn't here a thing from anywhere. Their voice was completely gone. Had I imagined it? Maybe I had said it. Maybe I was the one speaking. Maybe I was loosing my mind.

But, it couldn't be. I couldn't have said it because I know my own voice. I know my voice, and that wasn't it. Whoever was looking for Dipper, they planned on doing it alone. Alone.... I hate being alone. Slowly, this town became a tad-bit too small. The streets seemed to shrink and I could feel it. The word crept over me like a spider: Alone. My heart began to race and I wasn't sure how to react to it. My palms became sweaty and my forehead seemed to throb with nerves and fear. I could almost see the word on this street. The darkness grew thicker with every breathe I took and I was almost tempted to stop breathing, just to keep it from inching any closer. I spun around in my spot, hoping to find even a single lamp post lit. And, although I saw them burning just as bright as ever, I felt as though the darkness was drowning them out completely. I was scared. I was suffocating.

And, in the mist of this darkness, I saw a line of lamp posts. Although I knew they didn't shine any brighter than the other hand-full of bulbs, these ones seemed to glow. I stood still for a moment, noting the path this trail lit: It was the path home. My brain raced through the mental walk-through: Go down this road, hook a left as the Greasy diner, head straight through the forest, and you'll be home. I knew that was where I would end up if I did. I could feel it in my bones. The lanterns were guiding me home. And, more than anything, I wanted to get out of this darkness. I wanted to walk home and forget about this soul-crushing feeling I had in my gut. I was ready to leave this town and head farther past the Mystery Shack. I wanted to get on a bus, go home, and curl up next to my pet chicken. I was ready to leave.

So, why didn't my feet move? Why was I still left standing in the mist of this sinking feeling, when I could just walk away? Dipper. I wasn't leaving without Dipper, and neither were they. Suddenly, a burst of courage seemed to fill me to my core, and I was left with the desire to continue my search. But now, I had someone to help me. Taking in a deep breath, trying to steady my mind, I called out to the voice once more. "Hey! Voice!" I wasn't necessarily sure what to do, but I already knew that I at least needed to meet up with my new search-buddy. "I KNOW WHERE DIPPER IS!" With luck, they'd take the bait and be on their hands and knees begging for some input on where he was. However, that wasn't the result. Instead, I was met with yet another patch of silence.