Mystery

Chapter Six

Dipper's POV
"Nngggggggg." I made a low rumbling noise as I woke from my sleep, then I remembered I wasn't sleeping. I had been knocked out by one of Pacifica's servants. The back of my head was on fire and the rest of my body ached like mad. I realized I had a sack on my head and I was probably tied to a chair. Cliché. But then I realized, I could move my arms and legs freely, and I opened my eyes.
I was in a dead posh bedroom, with a huge modern bed and the walls in a pale silvery purple. there were mirrors everywhere and a massive vanity covered in makeup. I was in Pacifica Northwest's house.
"No," I thought. "I am in her room." I tried to hold in my panic but it sunk into my bones and bored into my head that I was definitely not going to get out out of here any time soon. I ran over to the door, a huge double door that was either very heavy, or locked. I was gonna go for locked. I looked at myself in one of the many full length mirrors that lined the walls and just stared.
I was a mess. There were holes in my shirt, I was covered in mud and leaves, they must of dragged me through the grass. I looked into my own eyes and saw fear and anger and sadness. then suddenly, the huge double doors clicked open, and Pacifica walked in, somehow balancing on heels that made her taller than me.
"Well well, he awakens." Pacifica said coldly, her words dripped with acid.
"What do you want Pacifica?" I asked, an edge to my voice.
"Simple, I want you." She said, examining her dagger like fingernails.
I sneered.
"You have me here, so what? what do you want me here for!?" I yelled at her and it felt good.
Pacifica made a tut tut sound.
"Silly boy. Hadn't I made myself clear? I wanted you. And now I have you. And now..." she trailed off as she walked towards me, stilt like heels clacking on the hardwood flooring. she came up close to me, and once again, held my face in her thin, frail hands. her fingers were cold, and she whispered "Kiss me."
I was gonna puke all over Pacifica and her designer clothes. This was humiliating! I can't let her push me around like this! But if I don't do what she says, she might kill (your name), and I couldn't let that happen. I pushed her back, sending her stumbling, those skyscraper heels weren't helping her balance. She sneered at me and hissed. Wait, hissed? I backed up slowly, hitting the vanity.
"Dipper Pines," she began change, her skin paled, her eyes turned bloodshot and looked catlike. "you are my next meal." Her long blonde hair fell out in clumps, her perfectly manicured nails grew longer, sharper, turned black. Talons. Her tiny miniskirt grew longer, into a long trailing skirt that appeared to be made of shadows. Her toes, that peeked out from beneath her dress, were green and reptilian. I gasped, taking this all in. She licked her blood red lips with a forked tongue. And she lunged at me.
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Your POV
You sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. You had to get Dipper back, you knew that. Wendy started staying at the shack and so did you, you just had to stay with Mabel. The poor girl was heartbroken. Stan and Wendy spent most of their time researching, and you consoled Mabel.
"He's gone." Mabel sobbed, tears spilling down apple pie cheeks.
"No Mabel, we'll find him, promise." You grasped her hand, that seemed to reassure her a bit.
"Thanks." She wiped her eyes with an alpaca fur sleeve.
You smiled kindly, then suddenly, Wendy burst in.
"We know where he is."
You and Mabel shot up, stumbling into Stans office. Stan was sitting on a MacBook, Wendy's obviously, looking at a weird, GPS tracking thing. There were tons of glowing green dots dotted across the screen, all with minuscule names underneath. We looked to a huge mansion on the outskirts of town, with about nine dots dotted around inside it. One of them was labeled Marie Liavic, maybe a maid. The list went on until,
"Dipper Pines." You murmured, watching the dot dart around a large area in the house. There was another dot, chasing him around the room. Pacifica. You sneered and looked at Stan.
"We need a ride." You said solemnly to Stan. He stood and you all walked outside.
"Stan, how are we gonna get there in a golf cart?" Wendy asked, kicking the rusty thing in the tire.
"I amped it up a little, just don't freak out." Stan pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. He pressed a tiny button on a black adapter and the cart began to transform.
The pieces began to split apart, reforming themselves into a different shape. Almost instantly, the pieces molded themselves into a sportscar. Mabel stood, mouth wide open, staring at the car.

"Well, get in!" Stan yelled, you all obeyed.

And you sped recklessly down the road towards the house of Pacifica Northwest.

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