[DROPPED] ||The Angel and the Devil || A rev. Dipcifica Fanfiction ||

Chap 8: Circus of Death

A/N: I just realised that most of this fanfic is going to be in Pazzie's point of view, so I'm not going to put *Pacifica's POV* at the start of every chapter anymore. The only times I will put down who's POV is if it isn't Pacifica's (probably Dipper TBH). 

Also, Dipper signs his name off as "Dipper M.A. Gleeful." it stands for Mason (dipper's real name that only his parents and the Grunkle Ford and Stan calls him. Also Mable calls him that to annoy him.) and Alex (his real middle name, also the name of the creator of Gravity Falls, Alex Hirsh.) Thank you for reading!

"Welcome to the Tent of Telepathy!" a female voice spoke. I looked around, but it was too dark to try and find speakers, nor do i recall seeing a spotlight projector. How were they doing this? The curtains began to pull back, revealing a pretty brunette girl, wearing black stocking, black heels, a black leotard and a blue sleeveless jacket that looked incredibly expensive. She also had a large amulet secured to a light blue headpiece. Mable Gleeful really did look like an angel in disguise, although I knew not to judge by looks. Gideon was convinced that she was a demon sent from hell, and begged me to check the journal about 7 times to check how to do exorcism. 

I looked at the seemingly empty stage (except for Mable). She hasn't done any tricks yet, but the entire tent was erupting in applaud. I was so confused. "Now thank you for that warm welcome!" Her voice was melodic and clear, "but this show wouldn't be complete without my dear little brother, would it?" She held her arms up as the crowd cheered loudly. She then took a cape out of then air (maybe an invisible rope?) and twirled it around the side of her, the cape slowly taking form of a person. The cape-person stood up and smirked, in which the crowd squealed and applauded. The twins bowed to the audience, and maybe it was my imagination, but I felt like dipper was looking at me for a split second before throwing his cape towards the general direction of the fangirls.

"Thank you, Mable, for helping me find my way to the stage." laughter. "Let's start the real magic now that I'm here, shall we?" Applause. The timing of the laughter, squealing and applause sounded comical and canned, like a TV show. 

The twins did a few tricks, pulling live rabbits out of empty hats, turning a piece of white cloth into a dove which flew around the room, and setting a slip of paper with the word "rose" written on fire, which turned into (drumroll please) the most beautiful rose I have ever seen, given to a little boy that immediately attempted to eat it. I was getting a bit bored, since there was nothing spectacular about the show that would have attracted an audience this big. 

"But it's time for the trick that brought you all in here today, so now, I will let my dearest little brother do one last trick before we leave." Mable spoke out.

"I will need a volunteer, is anyone brave enough to help me with this little trick?" The tent erupted in the teenage girls climbing over each other, screaming for Dipper to pick them. I was so glad that Gideon chose to sit far away from them, since I was already beginning to go deaf from where I was sitting. Then I felt my hand raise itself without me telling it to. I tried to put it down but it stood straight up in the air.

"Pazzie, what are you doing?" Gideon asked.

"I don't know, but I can't put it down, and my other arm is numb for some reason."

Before Gideon could do anything, Dipper called out to us.

"how about you? At the back with the pink jacket." I didn't even look at him, but i knew he was smirking. I felt my arm finally lower, and my body started to move against my will, like I was being possessed or something. Once i reached the stage, Dipper offered a hand to help me up, which I reluctantly took. He bent down and whispered into my ear

"Nice to see that you accepted my invite."

"It was free, so of course i would use it." I scowled at him, only causing him to laugh more. He turned towards the audience, giving me plenty of time to see Dipper's fangirls staring at me with hatred, as well as Gideon is the back corner of the tent, trying his best not to laugh.

"So, what's your name?" Dipper asked me with an annoying gleam in his eyes. If looks could kill, I was sure that Dipper would have already died.

"My name is Pacifica, although I'm sure that you already now that." He chuckled lightly while Mabel pushed a box onto the stage. 

I felt a hand push me towards the box, and someone's breath tickled my neck. 

"No need to be scared sweetie, it's not gonna hurt at all."