A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for not updating in such a long time. Since school's over and summer won't be as busy, I'll try to be more frequent with updates. But, no promises!

PACIFICA POV

The empty forest was silent until the echo of my jubilant cries. As soon as Mabel hung up the phone my arms stretched to the sky with victorious fists and my legs made me jump while my voice found itself screaming one word.

"YES!"

For the next five minutes my body would be possessed with a victory dance that could cause an earthquake from my stomping feet. After the high of discovering Dipper returned my affections, I took a moment to bask. I took a moment to bask in gratefulness of how great everything was turning out to be: I got accepted to my dream school, my dream boyfriend liked me back, I was graduated high school with honors and my parents were nowhere near the picture.

I merrily stood in the middle of the woods, completely alone, with no one to see me. My arms outstretched and my face titled towards the sky. I took a deep breath and looked up into the treetops and took notice of how the sunlight spilled through the leaves. I closed my eyes, the image of the forest still imprinted on my mind. My nose was filled with the scent of the forest. The oxygen rich air provided from the massive trees and their richly green leaves. I could smell the wildflowers and jasmine from all around me, it was sweet and subtle, and you could only notice if you lived near it. Suddenly, warm brown eyes, with golden flakes, and a lopsided smile replaced the image of the forest.

My eyelids opened and I felt like I was looking at a different world. Everything seemed brighter and richer. The sunlight pouring through the leaves became more noticeable and gave everything a golden hue. The colors of the flowers and trees all around me became saturated with vibrant color. The world seemed magical and happy now, and before it was sad and bland. I realized that if this is what my world looks like with Dipper in it; then I don't want him to leave.

I looked down at my dirty tennis shoes, worn from my treks in the forest. Even my shoes' faded coloring seemed to come to life. I looked up and took a step forward, eager to see more of my enriched world. Eventually, one step became two, then two became three and before I knew it, I was moving through the woods. I became thirsty for more and more of this world. The weight of my backpack didn't seem as heavy as before, my feet weren't as tired and the world wasn't as dull. The forest was empty, in which the only living being was I. There were no gnomes, no Beard Cubs, no dinosaurs, no Eye-Bats, no fairies, no Flying Skulls, no gremloblin, no Hide-Behind, no Kill Billies, no scampfires, no soothsquitos and no demons. There was nothing… I froze.

"There's nothing." I whispered.

From looking around it was evident there was no trace of any creature whatsoever. And that isn't normal, especially for Gravity Falls. After the Weirdmageddon, the people of Gravity Falls and the creatures made a pact to live peacefully and harmoniously, this enabled the creatures to not hide and let me, and Dipper, learn more about them. We spent summers in the woods, meeting with the creatures and learning so much about them. All of them were happy to meet with us, grateful we banished Bill for good.

A few years back, we were talking with a moss covered giant with trees for limbs nick-named 'Steve', who before was very hostile with humans until Bill's disappearance, he explained to us that each creature had a connection or link to Bill through a different dimension not known to human's. Since the creatures were paranormal, it led to them having a different neurology, meaning brain. Humans only have the brain capacity to distinguish four dimensions: the first, second, third and fourth, being time. However these paranormal creatures are all linked together through a fifth dimension, this one being the residence of demons. There's a gland in each of their brains that allow them to distinguish the demon dimension and directly communicate with Bill. Steve explained that Bill was ordered to be in control of the third dimension, which was where Gravity Falls was, and that Bill directed all of the creatures to harm and maim the human race. Bill only saw the third dimension as a board game for his enjoyment, and we were the pieces, said Steve, he didn't understand the humanity our dimension exhibited and represented.

After the Weirdmageddon, if you were in the forest, you couldn't walk five paces without meeting a fantastic creature. But, now this was different. There were no gnomes frolicking, coming up to me to serenade me into being their queen. There were no fairies fluttering, asking me questions about the attractive boys in town. There were no Beard Cubs to crawl up to me to play with my blonde hair and ask me for some aftershave. There was nothing. The forest was brighter, but it was also emptier.

I began searching for any sign of a living thing, paranormal or not. I combed through bushes looking for fairies. Looking through each piece of shrubbery, into each little crevice of a rock, in every tiny clearing of trees or bushes where gnomes might reside I found nothing. After the twelfth clearing and no luck, realization struck me. Fairies, Cubs and gnomes are all creatures that could migrate to another place. I needed to find something, or someone, who was a permanent resident. I needed to find Steve. I began to jog, in search for my moss-covered acquaintance; he was planted on the side of a mountain, where his tree limbs were supported by the solid rock. I maneuvered myself through the thicket of trees, my legs could feel the ground's inclination that only meant I was going up hill. My breathing became panted, sweat started forming on the back of my neck and pooled on my lower back where my pack was pressed against me. I could feel the summer temperature, and the Oregon dryness didn't make it any better.

All of a sudden, there was a large tree trunk, with roots outstretched about eight to ten feet and five feet tall. My chin could barely reach the top of the root. My eyes scanned upward, the trunk was ingrained on the side of the mountain, almost submerged into the rock, branches poking through the stone. It was as if the mountain grew around the tree. I looked off to the side and saw another trunk with approximately the same dimensions about twenty feet away. I smiled to my self as I looked up to the treetops almost a hundred feet above me.

"Long time, no see, Steve." I whispered to myself.

I placed my hands on the top of the root and lifted myself on top, with some difficulty because of my shortness. I brought one leg to the other side, straddling the root for balance. Carefully I rose, bringing my arms outward for balance. I took a deep breath and started wobbling to the trunk itself. As I made it farther down the root, it's height increased; before I knew it I was over ten feet above the ground. My feet continued to shuffle along the length of the root, until two steps away from the trunk.

There I stopped and my hand firmly grasped onto the bark of the tree. I altered my position so my feet were shoulders length apart. I looked up and noticed a limp nearly ten feet above, seemingly strong enough to hold my weight. I brought a hand off the bark and reached around to the front of my pack. Carefully, I slowly unzipped the front pocket and reached in, catching my gloves with my fore and middle fingers. I held my gloves with my teeth. I reached back around and zipped my bag shut. I began putting on my rock climbing gloves, a gift from Grunkle Ford, with the best of my ability using my teeth and one hand each. I wedged my foot in a deep enough crevice in the bark and used my hang to grasp a knot and arm's length away. Pushed my self upward and began my ascent, my hands and feet alternating with their propping against the tree's dips and rises along it's trunk. Once I reached the branch, I held onto it, using it to support my weight as I steadily climbed. When I was completely standing on it, I looked up and again judge the distance of the closest branch; six feet diagonally to the right of me, and began my climb again. This pattern continued and the eventually the distance between branches decreased more and more.

Eventually I came across a tree limb I recognized from all the times before when I climbed Steve to talk to him face to face. I hoisted myself on the sturdy limb and straddled it to support my weight. I turned towards the trunk.

"Steve! It's me, Pacifica! Wake up sleepy head!" I yelled.

Suddenly the bark on the tree began to morph into a face. What was once nothing but a solid trunk instead had three hollow burrows. Two of them were side my side and were semicircle shaped, looking as if they were sleepy. The third was right below and turned to a subtle frown.

"Llama?" he drowsily asked, his voice deep and hoarse.

I couldn't but nod with a smile. His eyes suddenly widened in alarm and his mouth opened larger, looking surprised.

"Llama! What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here!" He yelped in alarm.

I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and leaned forward intently.

"What do you mean? Steve, I came here for your help. Something strange is going on and—"

"Yes, indeed! But you must leave now for your safety, my child!" His voice was growing with anticipation and I was growing more confused by the second.

"What? Why? What is going on?"

It was a struggle to keep calm with his rambling and growing anxiety.

"Llama, it's happening! He's coming back! You must find Pine Tree, Shooting Star and all the other and get to safety!"

Pine Tree? Shooting Star? What has Dipper and Mabel got to do with this?

"Wait, Dipper and Mabel? Why? Steve, who's coming back?"

Steve's hollowed burrows were large circles and even without irises, I knew he was staring at me.

"Llama, it's—"

There was a rumbling; it was vicious and steadily growing.

"Shit!" I yelped, clinging onto Steve's shaking branch.

I squeezed my eyes shut, holding onto the branch for dear life, completely ignoring the scratching sensation it had on my bare, sensitive arms. The branch was out of control, swaying dangerously up and down, back and forth. The intense movement jostled my brains and jerked my head, giving me whiplash. My arms loosened their grip on the branch from tiring and from the pain of friction. All of a sudden, there was one major jerk and I could feel my body completely sliding off the branch. A scream escaped from my lips as I attempted to grope the branch by swinging my arm across. I saw a flash of warm brown eyes with gold flakes and lopsided smile. My arms were strewn across the branch, preventing my fall, I couldn't heave a sigh if relief. The bark made my skin sear in pain like rug burn. My legs were swinging like crazy from the earth shaking.

Then, just as sudden as it started, the rumbling stopped. I was like a traumatized cat, frozen in place, mindlessly clinging onto the branch. I was gulping for air, unable to decrease my heart rate, which was racing. After a few minutes of shock, I managed to hoist myself on the branch, jutting my eyes closed so I couldn't see the vastness under me. I swung a leg over it, leading me to straddle the branch once more. My hands were shaking, even from holding onto the bark like a magnet. I rested my forehead against the bark of the tree branch, still breathing hard and still eyes shut. I slowly lifted my head to Steve's face and opened my eyes. His eyes were widened circles in horror.

"It's happening, Llama." His voice trembled gravely.

"What is?" My voice was quiet and worriedly shaking.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the reasoning behind the paranormal disappearances anymore.

"Look." He said.

I carefully sat up straight, still with hands shaking. Doing what Steve told me, I turned around and looked at the view, expecting nothing more than seeing the lush green treetops of Gravity Falls' forest. I was wrong. My mouth dropped in surprise and I clamped my fidgeting hand over it to prevent any wailing.

The vast green treetops of the forest were gone. The rolling hills and rich verdant scenery had been replaced. The beautiful view of the forest was replaced by a great chasm. It's length cut across the greenery, its depth could be shown from the darkness. Along the edges of the newly formed canyon were fallen trees. It looked like someone had taken a knife and wedged it into the skin of the earth.

"Oh my God." I muttered; my voice was empty and hollow. Tears filled my eyes.

I turned back towards Steve's face.

"Steve, what is going on?"

He looked at me, dejected and petrified.

"He's coming back, my child. Bill is coming back." He whispered.

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe and what it meant. The pain of my arm's skin was gone and everything went numb. I wanted to scale down Steve as fast as I could. I wanted to dash to Grunkle Stan and Ford and tell them about my day. I wanted to jump into Dipper's strong arms that would hold me as I fall asleep in bed. I wanted to talk to Mabel who would tell me it was just a bad dream. I wanted to watch a movie with Candy next to me and assure me everything will be okay. I wanted to be at home. But instead I was sitting on a tree branch, completely frozen and as far away from home I could possibly be.

"Steve, get me out of here… please." I begged, tears streaming down my cheeks, but my hands didn't bother to wipe them away.

"Of course, my child." He answered.

The branch I was sitting on slowly swayed by itself to the nearest branch. Once it was directly under me, I slid off the one I sat on and planted my feet on the one below me. I crouched down, clinging onto the moving branch like a monkey. The pattern of Steve moving his branches to assist me downward continued until I reached the firs branch I climbed up to. I lowered myself to a squatting position and swung my legs over the side so I was dangling by my hands. I let go and landed on the root with my feet. I slid down the side of the tall root and my feet met the ground. I steadied myself against the bark and took a deep breath to prepare for the long run home.

I peeled off my climbing gloves and my backpack. I squatted next to the pack and put the gloves back in the front pocket. Digging into the larger zipped pocket, I took out my half filled water bottle and chugged the rest of it down. I placed the empty plastic bottle back in the pack. Throwing the seemingly lighter pack on my back, I took another breath and ran. I wasn't necessarily a good runner, I left to Dipper since he did sports, but I was good enough to run long distances when life-threatening events occurred.

If there was a pain in my calves or lungs from the running, I must've not cared enough to notice. Everything seemed to be robotic, one foot in front of the other; breathe in, breath out. All the scenery around me was blurred and just visions of brown and green. I noticed a log laying in front me, leaped onto it and jumped off. My landing caused me to stumble but it didn't stop me. I just ran and ran, grateful that nothing could stop me. All of a sudden I was in a clearing and the forest had disappeared behind me. I front of me, growing in size as distance between us closed, was the Mystery Shack. My running slowed as I came up onto the deck. I flew up the stairs, only pausing for a second to swing the door open. I leapt inside, flinging my pack on the ground.

I quickly looked around and caught sight of both of the Stan twins at the dining room table, looking up at me surprised, leaning over a bunch of papers one could only assume to be notes and maps of paranormal creatures. I was gulping for air.

"Pacifica? Your back early!" Grunkle Ford said with a bright smile, adjusting his thick-lensed glasses.

"Yeah, how was the hike?" Stan asked, his eyes still hovering over the notes, indifferent to my arrival.

"Bill is coming back." I blurted without a single second of thought. Oh well, better to get to the point anyway.

Ford's smile fell and Stan immediately brought his head upward.

"What?" They asked in unison.

I panted for another intake of air.

"Bill… he's coming back…" I stated more clearly.

Both of their faces were drained from color. The world didn't seem as bright as before.

A/N: Bet you weren't expecting that! Don't worry though; it won't prevent any juicy Dipcifica!